Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 1, 2007 20:01:37 GMT -5
Name: Onyxkit
Clan: WindClan
Position: Kit
Age: 3 Moons
Gender: She-kit
Peltage: A pure white pelt with no visible markings. He ears are smaller than an average cat. Her eyes are a very dark gray, almost depressing, but they are bright and full of life, she frightens others and is often misunderstood for these cursed orbs.
Picture:
Personality: If you are her friend you most likely look up to her for support, advice, or anything you need help with, she can be serious sometimes too. She has no problem letting others know how she feels, and will object to her elders. She is not afraid to get 'dirty', and is somewhat of a tomboy. Onyxkit hates all rogues, but this is because it was passed down throughout her family, and she would gladly kill any of them when she is old enough.
IC: A tiny white paw slid into the sticky, brown mud. It's been raining all day. Murmured a quiet voice. The she-cat slid out of the warm, milk-scented nursery and sat at the entrance. Onyxkit, get back here! You'll get a cold. An angry hiss came from the center of the den, but the kit didn't seem to hear it. She walked further out into the downpour, getting soaked and muddy. Her pelt was now a dirty white color, and her paws were covered in wet dirt. Onyxkit looked back, but the rain blocked the visual of the entrance to her nursery. She cried out to her foster mother. Again, and again she called out, and finally she saw a dark form through the thick rain. She was lifted by the scruff and placed into the nursery, where she was given a lecture and long bath.
Code: Spring
Clan: WindClan
Position: Kit
Age: 3 Moons
Gender: She-kit
Peltage: A pure white pelt with no visible markings. He ears are smaller than an average cat. Her eyes are a very dark gray, almost depressing, but they are bright and full of life, she frightens others and is often misunderstood for these cursed orbs.
Picture:
Personality: If you are her friend you most likely look up to her for support, advice, or anything you need help with, she can be serious sometimes too. She has no problem letting others know how she feels, and will object to her elders. She is not afraid to get 'dirty', and is somewhat of a tomboy. Onyxkit hates all rogues, but this is because it was passed down throughout her family, and she would gladly kill any of them when she is old enough.
IC: A tiny white paw slid into the sticky, brown mud. It's been raining all day. Murmured a quiet voice. The she-cat slid out of the warm, milk-scented nursery and sat at the entrance. Onyxkit, get back here! You'll get a cold. An angry hiss came from the center of the den, but the kit didn't seem to hear it. She walked further out into the downpour, getting soaked and muddy. Her pelt was now a dirty white color, and her paws were covered in wet dirt. Onyxkit looked back, but the rain blocked the visual of the entrance to her nursery. She cried out to her foster mother. Again, and again she called out, and finally she saw a dark form through the thick rain. She was lifted by the scruff and placed into the nursery, where she was given a lecture and long bath.
Code: Spring
