Post by venomfang on Feb 19, 2006 19:09:09 GMT -5
Greenkit
RougeClan
Kit
Four Moons, give or take
Femme
A deep ebonite hue has been blessed to this kit, with white paws and a third of her tail white also. Her form is lanky now, but will grow to be a graceful, thin, agile and lithe. Her eyes still appear to be their kitten blue shade, but are slowly changing to a bright green.
Greenkit
Greenkit is a little temptress, even for her age. She's a smartass little girl, and is always questioning her elders, no matter how much she is required to respect them. It is a cute quality that she has now, but can be rather fateful when she becomes an adult. But for now, she's content.
The skies were a clear blue, with only just two, seemingly aneorexic clouds to float helplessly in the sky. And that was it, just two measly clouds. One slowly plodded over the great, firey sky, as if it thought its self better than the sun and sought out to block the light. But alas, a frigid wind picked up and foiled its plans, sending it scurrying away.
But yet, another little fuzzy critter had been sent in the cold bluster to go run for cover. It was a little kit, and her ebonite pelt contrasted greatly with the surrounding snow. It seemed as if clumps of snow had just stuck to her paws and tail tip, for they were stark white. Her eyes could seem to be blue one moment, and then switch to a dazzling green if the lighting was right. And she was Greenkit. She had been named well, but she would only figure that out once she was older.
Her stunning ooids gazed out at the bleak world from her little hidey-hole, as she fidgeted with anticipation in her seat. She had spotted two younglings her age romping around, and she was determined to get into some of the actcion today. Snickering deviously, she turned her dome to look up into the tall pine, who's needles haddn't been shed this bare-leaf. Unsheathing her little kit-claws, she leaped onto a low hanging branch.
Struggling slightly to pull her little mass of kitten fluff upwards, Greenkit heaved her frame onto the branch. A sticky, foul substance rubed off on her paws, and the little queen frowned and stuck out her tounge in the way that little kids do when they are grossed out by something. But soon the little hisses of the other kits made her forget her discomfort and she bounded along the edge of the branch.
As she reatched the narrowest part on which she could stand, her blue-green sparkling eyes peered through the faded green needles at the two romping younglings. Chuckling devilishly with a sly smirk on her maw, Greenkit bunched her hindquarters. The kitten remained poised in a chrouch for a moment longer, and then she sprang. "Mreeooww!"
Winter
