Post by yuffie on May 6, 2007 14:07:41 GMT -5
Name: Marblekit
Clan: WindClan
Position: Kit
Age: 5 moons(And three weeks)
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Marblekit has long, thick creamy white fur. He has silver stripes and slightly curly silver markings on his pelt. He has silver paws and a silver tail tip. His muzzle is silver speckled and so are his ears. His eyes are an awkward yet beautiful silvery-blue.
Picture: None.
Personality: Marblekit is mainly bouncy and hyper, but tends to be calm when cats of higher ranks are around. He is slightly more intelligent than a regular kit, but only slightly. He tries to sneak out of camp but often fails. He is close to becoming a apprentice and is glad because he hates being cooped up in the nursery.
IC: Marblekit's silvery-blue icy eyes scanned the horizon for a warrior. The camp was empty as the dark clouds loomed overhead. Perfect, he thought to himself as he padded out of the nursery. Warrior scents flooded over him as he froze and looked around but saw nothing. They must be in the dens., he thought as the rain poured down, the lightning making his fur shine brilliantly. He reached the camp entrance and looked around to see some shadows flickering at the edge of the warriors den entrance. He found himself dashing now and full speed, the marshy ground sinking beneath his paws. The rain beated down his small body, and he began to feel weak. Curses! He scented mouse northeast of him, and stared in the direction of the mouse. He saw shuffling under some dead leaves in a higher area that wasn't flooded yet. Now, how do you hunt? Marblekit shifted his frail body in many positions but none seemed to work for hunting. He shifted again and attempted to pounce on it, but didn't leap far enough, and landed in a large puddle. He attempted to move his paw, but it was impossible, the thick mud had his paws now. He tried to move again, but instead fell into the mud ungracefully, getting it all over his fur. He wanted to let out a cry for help, but the mud filled his mouth, the taste unbearable. Heavy paw steps could be heard from the distance as the ShadowClan scent came. Eventually he was freed from the mud, dangling from a warrior's jaw by the scruff.
Code: SPRING! Yay!
-throws flowers everywhere- (I'm kind of wierd, sorry.)
Clan: WindClan
Position: Kit
Age: 5 moons(And three weeks)
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Marblekit has long, thick creamy white fur. He has silver stripes and slightly curly silver markings on his pelt. He has silver paws and a silver tail tip. His muzzle is silver speckled and so are his ears. His eyes are an awkward yet beautiful silvery-blue.
Picture: None.
Personality: Marblekit is mainly bouncy and hyper, but tends to be calm when cats of higher ranks are around. He is slightly more intelligent than a regular kit, but only slightly. He tries to sneak out of camp but often fails. He is close to becoming a apprentice and is glad because he hates being cooped up in the nursery.
IC: Marblekit's silvery-blue icy eyes scanned the horizon for a warrior. The camp was empty as the dark clouds loomed overhead. Perfect, he thought to himself as he padded out of the nursery. Warrior scents flooded over him as he froze and looked around but saw nothing. They must be in the dens., he thought as the rain poured down, the lightning making his fur shine brilliantly. He reached the camp entrance and looked around to see some shadows flickering at the edge of the warriors den entrance. He found himself dashing now and full speed, the marshy ground sinking beneath his paws. The rain beated down his small body, and he began to feel weak. Curses! He scented mouse northeast of him, and stared in the direction of the mouse. He saw shuffling under some dead leaves in a higher area that wasn't flooded yet. Now, how do you hunt? Marblekit shifted his frail body in many positions but none seemed to work for hunting. He shifted again and attempted to pounce on it, but didn't leap far enough, and landed in a large puddle. He attempted to move his paw, but it was impossible, the thick mud had his paws now. He tried to move again, but instead fell into the mud ungracefully, getting it all over his fur. He wanted to let out a cry for help, but the mud filled his mouth, the taste unbearable. Heavy paw steps could be heard from the distance as the ShadowClan scent came. Eventually he was freed from the mud, dangling from a warrior's jaw by the scruff.
Code: SPRING! Yay!
-throws flowers everywhere- (I'm kind of wierd, sorry.)
