Post by tawny on Apr 29, 2006 21:37:12 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Tawnykit
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] kit
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Four moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Tawnykit is very small and slight with fragile limbs and a fragile body stature, making her appear almost breakable. Her fur is a murky brown tinged with hints of silver in splotches along her back. Since she is a by standards a mackarel tabby, tabby markings are formed in narrow streaks much like those of a tiger, with an 'M' on the forehead in the form of stripes. Her flanks, shoulders, and haunches are much more darkly based than her chest and underbelly, where the stripes pale out until they are barely visible. Her eyes are a placid pale jade.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Tawnykit is a dreamer. She would rather sit and watch on the side than join in on a tustle, as her fighting skills are not as developed as the other kits due to her runty size. She is quiet and respectful, only speaking up when she feels nescissary or when her input is relevent. Despite this, she is very opinionated and has a certan view of every cat in the clan. Tawnykit loves her brother, although sometimes can become annoyed with his foolish and rash approach to everything, especially since she is the more clever of the two.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
"Hey Tawny, catch this!"
She hit the ground before she could react, feeling two throbbing pains dig into her shoulder as her brother pinned her to the ground. He was playfully nipping at her ear when she lunged her hinds into his stomach, sending him screeching and flying backwards and landing with a loud thump that seemed to reverbetate right off the forest pines. Seeming satisfied, Tawnykit shook the dirt and twigs out of her already brown-hued fur and sauntered away from her dazed brother.
"W-where did you learn to do that?" he stuttered with a subtle hint of embarrassment, obviously ashamed that his sister had beat him in a tustle. She smiled, "You."
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Cougarkit
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] kit
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Four moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Male
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Cougarkit is not small or tiny like his sister. Infact, he is quite large for his age with big blundering paws, already developing obvious sign unnatural strength and muscle for only being four moons old. The tom is an exact replica of his sister, brown murky fur with darker tabby mackarel stripes, except his fur is more saturated and darker than Tawnykit's pale hue. His eyes are also a more vivid, fiery amber flecked with hints of green and orange.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Cougarkit is a troublemaker who charges head-on to situations and fights without developing strategy. He loves to play pranks and is quiet smart-mouthed and devious to everyone else. Yet, he is not cruel and has a very fun personality with a witty sense of humor. His outgoing demeanor is inviting to others so it is much easier for him to make friends than his sister, who more or less just follows him along and stays silent. However silly he may act, Cougarkit is determined and headstrong. He is thick-headed with his own ideas about how things should be and his opinions can not be wavered by words of others. Cougarkit loves Tawnykit, and thinks it's his duty to look out for and protect his sister as much as this displeases her.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
The young tom remained concealed within the tangle of brambles, watching his sister intently, basking in the sun. Without waiting to pin-point where to attack her, he let out a yowl, "Hey Tawny, catch this!". Spiralling through the air, he landed square on her shoulders and pinned her down perfectly, waiting for her to give in and retreat like she always does. A stabbing feeling hit his gut, and he flew off of her as if by force, body sliding in the mud. It took Cougarkit a minute to soak in what really just happened. Huh? Shaking himself off, his amber eyes locked with his sister's pale ones, not appreciating the smug expression across her face.
"W-where did you learn to do that?" he demanded shakily, unsure of whether he was faltering in his own strength or she was growing in her own.
"You."
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
ooc; yess i finally found a nice RPing site that's active!!
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] kit
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Four moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Tawnykit is very small and slight with fragile limbs and a fragile body stature, making her appear almost breakable. Her fur is a murky brown tinged with hints of silver in splotches along her back. Since she is a by standards a mackarel tabby, tabby markings are formed in narrow streaks much like those of a tiger, with an 'M' on the forehead in the form of stripes. Her flanks, shoulders, and haunches are much more darkly based than her chest and underbelly, where the stripes pale out until they are barely visible. Her eyes are a placid pale jade.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Tawnykit is a dreamer. She would rather sit and watch on the side than join in on a tustle, as her fighting skills are not as developed as the other kits due to her runty size. She is quiet and respectful, only speaking up when she feels nescissary or when her input is relevent. Despite this, she is very opinionated and has a certan view of every cat in the clan. Tawnykit loves her brother, although sometimes can become annoyed with his foolish and rash approach to everything, especially since she is the more clever of the two.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
"Hey Tawny, catch this!"
She hit the ground before she could react, feeling two throbbing pains dig into her shoulder as her brother pinned her to the ground. He was playfully nipping at her ear when she lunged her hinds into his stomach, sending him screeching and flying backwards and landing with a loud thump that seemed to reverbetate right off the forest pines. Seeming satisfied, Tawnykit shook the dirt and twigs out of her already brown-hued fur and sauntered away from her dazed brother.
"W-where did you learn to do that?" he stuttered with a subtle hint of embarrassment, obviously ashamed that his sister had beat him in a tustle. She smiled, "You."
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
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[/center][/size][glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Cougarkit
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] kit
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Four moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Male
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Cougarkit is not small or tiny like his sister. Infact, he is quite large for his age with big blundering paws, already developing obvious sign unnatural strength and muscle for only being four moons old. The tom is an exact replica of his sister, brown murky fur with darker tabby mackarel stripes, except his fur is more saturated and darker than Tawnykit's pale hue. His eyes are also a more vivid, fiery amber flecked with hints of green and orange.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Cougarkit is a troublemaker who charges head-on to situations and fights without developing strategy. He loves to play pranks and is quiet smart-mouthed and devious to everyone else. Yet, he is not cruel and has a very fun personality with a witty sense of humor. His outgoing demeanor is inviting to others so it is much easier for him to make friends than his sister, who more or less just follows him along and stays silent. However silly he may act, Cougarkit is determined and headstrong. He is thick-headed with his own ideas about how things should be and his opinions can not be wavered by words of others. Cougarkit loves Tawnykit, and thinks it's his duty to look out for and protect his sister as much as this displeases her.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
The young tom remained concealed within the tangle of brambles, watching his sister intently, basking in the sun. Without waiting to pin-point where to attack her, he let out a yowl, "Hey Tawny, catch this!". Spiralling through the air, he landed square on her shoulders and pinned her down perfectly, waiting for her to give in and retreat like she always does. A stabbing feeling hit his gut, and he flew off of her as if by force, body sliding in the mud. It took Cougarkit a minute to soak in what really just happened. Huh? Shaking himself off, his amber eyes locked with his sister's pale ones, not appreciating the smug expression across her face.
"W-where did you learn to do that?" he demanded shakily, unsure of whether he was faltering in his own strength or she was growing in her own.
"You."
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
ooc; yess i finally found a nice RPing site that's active!!
