Post by aestus on Feb 20, 2007 13:50:42 GMT -5
Name:
Redkit
Clan:
ShadowClan
Position:
Kit
Age:
2 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Peltage:
Redkit is a lithe and small young tom-cat with handsome blue eyes. He is very thin with a small fragile form that looks as if it could be crushed as easily as a fallen leaf in autumn. Although this is somewhat true, Redkit is tough like one of those origami cups that don't break even when you fill them up with water and drink it over and over again.
Redkit has a pelt of medial length. Not only in size, but in coloring is Redkit similar to a dead leaf. His pelt is a handsome russet color, with darker reddish brown tabby streaks pulsating from his back to his sides. His face is blotched with white with white on his muzzle. His eyes are grayish blue.
Redkit's ears are very large. They look quite ridiculous on his small head, and especially ridiculous when compared to the rest of his body. Apart from his ears Redkit is Lilliputian as cats go. His tail, although not very big at all looks big on his body even though they would be of normal size on any cat larger than he.
Picture:
www.animals-pictures-dictionary.com/files/images/280.jpg
Personality:
Redkit is a very outgoing young kit. He has a need for friends and social interaction, and in turn a need for attention. Always striving to be the center of attention he tends to misbehave. Redkit's attention span borders on nonexistent, unable to set his mind on one thing for more than one second.
A very raucous and jumpy young kit, Redkit is always moving in some way and is never able to sit still. He is friendly and kind to everyone. Redkit always looks on the bright side of things with never ending optimism; the blithe aura that comes from him can put a smile on ones face almost immediately.
Brimming with self esteem and self confidence, Redkit can be a bad loser. Even though he is only engaged in carefree games and wistfully pretending to be a warrior, Redkit sees everyone as competition mostly because he takes up everything he does with an ardent passion. Though he does become bitter after he is beaten, Redkit's normally bright attitude swiftly takes over and it seems as if he was never upset.
IC:
Warm rays of sunlight shone through the bracken and thorns and that made the ShadowClan nursery. With the tendrils of the thorn bush, its branches covered in acutely sharp prickles, curling around the bracken the spot was an ideal haven for young and vulnerable kits. Their points would make a predator think twice before trying to hurt the kits. It was as safe as safe could be. Too safe., thought a young russet colored kit bitterly. Gazing through the bracken longingly he saw his friends play-fighting while he was stuck in the nursery. "I woulda made a perfect Scourge!", he murmured, wishing fervently that his mother would let him join the other kits as they reenacted the great battle between the four Clans and BloodClan. Sighing in exasperation, he laid his chin on his paws and thought, After all, no kit is as great as me, Redkit! If only! If only he was allowed to play more often, then they'd see how great he was.
Yawning loudly, Redkit batted his paw at some moss apathetically. He itched for adventure, but his attempts to find it were as futile as trying to hold a moonbeam in your hand. With his peripheral vision Redkit saw something moving. His attention caught, Redkit's eyes flicked to the side to see what it was. Upon seeing that it was a butterfly that had flitted into the nursery Redkit leaped to his feet and began ardently pursuing it. Jumping into the air and wildly batting his paws at it, the kit got caught up in the chase. Completely forgetting about the world around him, Redkit scurried after the insect before it had flown out of his reach. Once it was gone he realized that he was far from the nursery, by his mother's terms. Fighting his urge to disobey and go join the other kits, Redkit slunk back to the nursery and laid down, again wishing he could play.
Code:
Spring
Redkit
Clan:
ShadowClan
Position:
Kit
Age:
2 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Peltage:
Redkit is a lithe and small young tom-cat with handsome blue eyes. He is very thin with a small fragile form that looks as if it could be crushed as easily as a fallen leaf in autumn. Although this is somewhat true, Redkit is tough like one of those origami cups that don't break even when you fill them up with water and drink it over and over again.
Redkit has a pelt of medial length. Not only in size, but in coloring is Redkit similar to a dead leaf. His pelt is a handsome russet color, with darker reddish brown tabby streaks pulsating from his back to his sides. His face is blotched with white with white on his muzzle. His eyes are grayish blue.
Redkit's ears are very large. They look quite ridiculous on his small head, and especially ridiculous when compared to the rest of his body. Apart from his ears Redkit is Lilliputian as cats go. His tail, although not very big at all looks big on his body even though they would be of normal size on any cat larger than he.
Picture:
www.animals-pictures-dictionary.com/files/images/280.jpg
Personality:
Redkit is a very outgoing young kit. He has a need for friends and social interaction, and in turn a need for attention. Always striving to be the center of attention he tends to misbehave. Redkit's attention span borders on nonexistent, unable to set his mind on one thing for more than one second.
A very raucous and jumpy young kit, Redkit is always moving in some way and is never able to sit still. He is friendly and kind to everyone. Redkit always looks on the bright side of things with never ending optimism; the blithe aura that comes from him can put a smile on ones face almost immediately.
Brimming with self esteem and self confidence, Redkit can be a bad loser. Even though he is only engaged in carefree games and wistfully pretending to be a warrior, Redkit sees everyone as competition mostly because he takes up everything he does with an ardent passion. Though he does become bitter after he is beaten, Redkit's normally bright attitude swiftly takes over and it seems as if he was never upset.
IC:
Warm rays of sunlight shone through the bracken and thorns and that made the ShadowClan nursery. With the tendrils of the thorn bush, its branches covered in acutely sharp prickles, curling around the bracken the spot was an ideal haven for young and vulnerable kits. Their points would make a predator think twice before trying to hurt the kits. It was as safe as safe could be. Too safe., thought a young russet colored kit bitterly. Gazing through the bracken longingly he saw his friends play-fighting while he was stuck in the nursery. "I woulda made a perfect Scourge!", he murmured, wishing fervently that his mother would let him join the other kits as they reenacted the great battle between the four Clans and BloodClan. Sighing in exasperation, he laid his chin on his paws and thought, After all, no kit is as great as me, Redkit! If only! If only he was allowed to play more often, then they'd see how great he was.
Yawning loudly, Redkit batted his paw at some moss apathetically. He itched for adventure, but his attempts to find it were as futile as trying to hold a moonbeam in your hand. With his peripheral vision Redkit saw something moving. His attention caught, Redkit's eyes flicked to the side to see what it was. Upon seeing that it was a butterfly that had flitted into the nursery Redkit leaped to his feet and began ardently pursuing it. Jumping into the air and wildly batting his paws at it, the kit got caught up in the chase. Completely forgetting about the world around him, Redkit scurried after the insect before it had flown out of his reach. Once it was gone he realized that he was far from the nursery, by his mother's terms. Fighting his urge to disobey and go join the other kits, Redkit slunk back to the nursery and laid down, again wishing he could play.
Code:
Spring
