Post by desertkit on Mar 4, 2008 12:01:59 GMT -5
Character:
Stormkit
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Loner
Age:
7 moons
Position:
Old enough to be an apprentice
Appearance:
Stormkit is a sleek, handsome tom with long and lanky limbs. His thin legs and spindly tail look as if they could be easily snapped, like a dry and brittle twig. His limbs have a grey tabby pattern on the them, and so does his head. The grey pattern on his head blends into a dusty grey stripe down his spine, which ends at the base of his tail. Stormkit's main fur colour is a dusty tan, but he has white toes, tail-tip and muzzle. His fur is medium length, making him look slightly larger than he actually is, though he is still quite skinny. Despite his thin body frame, Stormkit has very large ears and paws, and has long white whiskers. His face, like his body, is narrow and pointed. Though his appearance and size are hardly "storm"-like, there is a reason for this young tom's name. His large eyes are a cool, green-grey colour, like the sky after a storm. (Sorry for the less-than-fabulous ending to the appearance ...)
Personality:
Stormkit is a sly, sneaky trickster and a skillful deviant. He has a way with getting what he wants, from who he wants, exactly when he wants it. Using his good looks and way with words, Stormkit can easily trick someone into doing things he doesn't want to. Not only is he a manipulating fox, he is very good at getting on the good side of those of authority, such as elders and older warriors. To them, he simply seems like a nice young cat, but to those who know him, Stormkit is a trickster. But he always tries to keep things in moderation, even if he doesn't yet fully understand the consequences of his actions. His skills of manipulation aren't as bad as they may sound, though some fear that they will develop and become more dangerous as Stormkit grows older. He is also known for playing jokes on the other kits and causing the queens a fair bit of annoyance. However, despite the deviance of his actions and his ability to manipulate others, Stormkit is very devoted. Though he hasn't had his apprentice ceremony yet, he tries to be as enthusiastic and as helpful as he can. He usually gets denied the opportunity to help since he is only a kit, but nonetheless, he awaits the day he becomes an apprentice with a fierce determination and anticipation.
History:
Stormkit was born to a pretty queen named Snowbird. He never knew who his father was, and his mother never told anyone. However, since Snowbird is a white she-cat, many of ShadowClan did not know that Stormkit was hers. The only thing Stormkit knows about his father is that he looks exactly like him. Snowbird almost never speaks of her mysterious mate, and Stormkit has learned not to bring it up. Despite the lack of a male presence in the young tom's life, Stormkit and Snowbird were very close. She raised him in the best way she could, and taught him to never forget who he is. Snowbird was afraid that her son might get ridiculed by the other kits because he didn't have a father, but Stormkit got on quite well. He simply grew up thinking it wouldn't matter whether or not he knew who his father was. Snowbird took very good care of her son, and because of this, is now extremely over-protective. Stormkit hasn't always been the tricky tom he is today, but is quickly developing his skills. Snowbird doesn't exactly like it when her son uses his skills of manipulation to his advantage, and tries to squander it when she can. However, she is very proud of her son and cannot wait for the day she can see him become an apprentice.
IC:
"What's the matter? Are you afraid?"
Stormkit grinned cheekily at the small kit sitting in front of him. His sleek, dusty pelt shone in the Geen-leaf sun, and his stormy eyes danced with mischief. He sat up straight, trying to make himself look much larger than the other kit. The other kits in the nursery sat in their nests while their mothers slept, and they all watched with wide eyes. Stormkit glanced around at the others, then snorted in laughter. "I knew it, you're just too-"
"I am not!" Squeaked the tiny kit. His large head turned to the small audience, then back at Stormkit. "I'll do it," he whispered, "happy? Just. . . just you wait." Frowning, the kit picked up a twig in his teeth and got to his paws. He padded over to the nursery entrance and peered out. Stormkit smirked. With one last nervous glance over his shoulder, the kit shot out into the ShadowClan camp clearing and ran across to the elders' den.
As usual, Stormkit had convinced one of his younger den-mates to do a dare; the small kit was to take the stick to elders' den and poke the oldest, most grumpy one of the lot. It was easy. All Stormkit had to do was make the kit feel guilty and inferior, and within seconds, he had agreed to Stormkit's mischievous demands.
Now, as the kit dashed across the clearing, Stormkit stretched luxuriously. All in a day's work, he thought in satisfaction. Laying down, he pricked up his ears, waiting for the yowls of annoyance and anger from the elders. That would make him truly satisfied. He heard the distant startled squeak of the kit, but the yowl never came. Stormkit's heart sank. The voice he heard was annoyed, but it wasn't the voice he had expected from across the clearing, he watched in horror as the kit exited the elders' den with a pretty white she-cat.
Snowbird's voice sounded irritated and slightly exasperated as her blue eyes found her son sitting in the nursery entrance. As she approached, Stormkit saw that her expression matched the sound of her voice. He groaned, and covered his nose in his paws. "Here we go," he muttered to himself.
"Stormkit," Snowbird called, "Stormkit what have I told you about this? Telling younger kits to do foolish things, getting them in trouble with the elders. You're lucky I was in there clearing out their bedding, or else Brokenclaw would have taken little Ivorykit's ear off!" The white she-cat cooed soothingly to Ivorykit and sent him off to his sleeping mother. Then, she turned her icy blue gaze on her son. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! StarClan knows, one of these days you're going to get yourself and your friends into a lot of trouble! I'm going to have to keep my eye on-"
"Mother, please," Stormkit begged as the other kits began to snicker. She was making a horrible scene out of this, and Stormkit felt his face grow hot under his fur. He would never live this down, that was for sure. As Snowbird went on about how reckless her son was, he shot a deadly glare at the laughing kits, who immediately stopped and looked at their paws. Stormkit rolled his eyes and listened obediently to his mother's ranting, secretly wishing StarClan would make him disappear.
Password:
Blood
Stormkit
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Loner
Age:
7 moons
Position:
Old enough to be an apprentice
Appearance:
Stormkit is a sleek, handsome tom with long and lanky limbs. His thin legs and spindly tail look as if they could be easily snapped, like a dry and brittle twig. His limbs have a grey tabby pattern on the them, and so does his head. The grey pattern on his head blends into a dusty grey stripe down his spine, which ends at the base of his tail. Stormkit's main fur colour is a dusty tan, but he has white toes, tail-tip and muzzle. His fur is medium length, making him look slightly larger than he actually is, though he is still quite skinny. Despite his thin body frame, Stormkit has very large ears and paws, and has long white whiskers. His face, like his body, is narrow and pointed. Though his appearance and size are hardly "storm"-like, there is a reason for this young tom's name. His large eyes are a cool, green-grey colour, like the sky after a storm. (Sorry for the less-than-fabulous ending to the appearance ...)
Personality:
Stormkit is a sly, sneaky trickster and a skillful deviant. He has a way with getting what he wants, from who he wants, exactly when he wants it. Using his good looks and way with words, Stormkit can easily trick someone into doing things he doesn't want to. Not only is he a manipulating fox, he is very good at getting on the good side of those of authority, such as elders and older warriors. To them, he simply seems like a nice young cat, but to those who know him, Stormkit is a trickster. But he always tries to keep things in moderation, even if he doesn't yet fully understand the consequences of his actions. His skills of manipulation aren't as bad as they may sound, though some fear that they will develop and become more dangerous as Stormkit grows older. He is also known for playing jokes on the other kits and causing the queens a fair bit of annoyance. However, despite the deviance of his actions and his ability to manipulate others, Stormkit is very devoted. Though he hasn't had his apprentice ceremony yet, he tries to be as enthusiastic and as helpful as he can. He usually gets denied the opportunity to help since he is only a kit, but nonetheless, he awaits the day he becomes an apprentice with a fierce determination and anticipation.
History:
Stormkit was born to a pretty queen named Snowbird. He never knew who his father was, and his mother never told anyone. However, since Snowbird is a white she-cat, many of ShadowClan did not know that Stormkit was hers. The only thing Stormkit knows about his father is that he looks exactly like him. Snowbird almost never speaks of her mysterious mate, and Stormkit has learned not to bring it up. Despite the lack of a male presence in the young tom's life, Stormkit and Snowbird were very close. She raised him in the best way she could, and taught him to never forget who he is. Snowbird was afraid that her son might get ridiculed by the other kits because he didn't have a father, but Stormkit got on quite well. He simply grew up thinking it wouldn't matter whether or not he knew who his father was. Snowbird took very good care of her son, and because of this, is now extremely over-protective. Stormkit hasn't always been the tricky tom he is today, but is quickly developing his skills. Snowbird doesn't exactly like it when her son uses his skills of manipulation to his advantage, and tries to squander it when she can. However, she is very proud of her son and cannot wait for the day she can see him become an apprentice.
IC:
"What's the matter? Are you afraid?"
Stormkit grinned cheekily at the small kit sitting in front of him. His sleek, dusty pelt shone in the Geen-leaf sun, and his stormy eyes danced with mischief. He sat up straight, trying to make himself look much larger than the other kit. The other kits in the nursery sat in their nests while their mothers slept, and they all watched with wide eyes. Stormkit glanced around at the others, then snorted in laughter. "I knew it, you're just too-"
"I am not!" Squeaked the tiny kit. His large head turned to the small audience, then back at Stormkit. "I'll do it," he whispered, "happy? Just. . . just you wait." Frowning, the kit picked up a twig in his teeth and got to his paws. He padded over to the nursery entrance and peered out. Stormkit smirked. With one last nervous glance over his shoulder, the kit shot out into the ShadowClan camp clearing and ran across to the elders' den.
As usual, Stormkit had convinced one of his younger den-mates to do a dare; the small kit was to take the stick to elders' den and poke the oldest, most grumpy one of the lot. It was easy. All Stormkit had to do was make the kit feel guilty and inferior, and within seconds, he had agreed to Stormkit's mischievous demands.
Now, as the kit dashed across the clearing, Stormkit stretched luxuriously. All in a day's work, he thought in satisfaction. Laying down, he pricked up his ears, waiting for the yowls of annoyance and anger from the elders. That would make him truly satisfied. He heard the distant startled squeak of the kit, but the yowl never came. Stormkit's heart sank. The voice he heard was annoyed, but it wasn't the voice he had expected from across the clearing, he watched in horror as the kit exited the elders' den with a pretty white she-cat.
Snowbird's voice sounded irritated and slightly exasperated as her blue eyes found her son sitting in the nursery entrance. As she approached, Stormkit saw that her expression matched the sound of her voice. He groaned, and covered his nose in his paws. "Here we go," he muttered to himself.
"Stormkit," Snowbird called, "Stormkit what have I told you about this? Telling younger kits to do foolish things, getting them in trouble with the elders. You're lucky I was in there clearing out their bedding, or else Brokenclaw would have taken little Ivorykit's ear off!" The white she-cat cooed soothingly to Ivorykit and sent him off to his sleeping mother. Then, she turned her icy blue gaze on her son. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! StarClan knows, one of these days you're going to get yourself and your friends into a lot of trouble! I'm going to have to keep my eye on-"
"Mother, please," Stormkit begged as the other kits began to snicker. She was making a horrible scene out of this, and Stormkit felt his face grow hot under his fur. He would never live this down, that was for sure. As Snowbird went on about how reckless her son was, he shot a deadly glare at the laughing kits, who immediately stopped and looked at their paws. Stormkit rolled his eyes and listened obediently to his mother's ranting, secretly wishing StarClan would make him disappear.
Password:
Blood
