Post by angelheart on Feb 12, 2009 23:09:49 GMT -5
Name: Sweetkit
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: A few moons old, not sure how many(No one knows how old she is, not even herself)
Rank: Rogue Kit
Physical Description: Sweetkit has sharp, green eyes with a snow white pelt. Her pelt is fluffy but is soon to be slick and blue-tinged from water. She is lean and fit for a kit, her ears are always perked, listening never slacked or down .
Personality: She has an anger-management issue, if she liked a tom she wouldn't treat him special or goo-goo ga-ga over him. She's cool but sadly an outcast. No one is her friend and many dislike her, no matter how many times she's tried she has never fit in with a group of friends. All of them are way to beautiful and snotty for her, she's finally given up. She's kind, compassionate, loyal, but quick to fight with another kit or even try to fight an warrior. She just needs a good friend or at least a mother to help her. Her name doesn't really fit her attitude towards older more sophisticated cats.
History: Her mom gave birth to her but her father left before her birth. Right when Sweetkit was ready to get weaned her mother died of illness, Sweetkit wandered herself into Riverclan territory an they accepted her as their own...well some did. Not knowing how she would be.
IC: Sweetkit sat watching the other kits play. Her usually sharp, clear green eyes were clouded with grief. All those other kits could run to a mother, could cry in the shoulders of their best friends. A luxury Sweetkit was not allowed, or she didn't really allow herself. Her quick temper always scared any future friends, even the toughest tom warriors veered away from her when she was nearby. It just made her sad, she was only a kit and already an outcast. She let her head fall to the ground, her quiet sobs were quick and silent in the darkness of where she watched the others. A voice spoke, rough and throaty " The ground already has enough water to keep it rich, what with the big river and all..."Said the voice. She looked up, who would speak to her as such. Before her eyes sharpened and focused on the cat in-front of her she retorted "Thanks alot, I don' need any fox-dung-remarks on my behalf. I get enough from the mouse-brained kits over there. She pointed with her tail to the snobby kits. Her eyes finally focused, instantly keening in on the cat who spoke.
Codeword: SKYCLAN
Other: Nothing but watch out crushes of hers, her tongue is sharp to those who she loves the most.
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: A few moons old, not sure how many(No one knows how old she is, not even herself)
Rank: Rogue Kit
Physical Description: Sweetkit has sharp, green eyes with a snow white pelt. Her pelt is fluffy but is soon to be slick and blue-tinged from water. She is lean and fit for a kit, her ears are always perked, listening never slacked or down .
Personality: She has an anger-management issue, if she liked a tom she wouldn't treat him special or goo-goo ga-ga over him. She's cool but sadly an outcast. No one is her friend and many dislike her, no matter how many times she's tried she has never fit in with a group of friends. All of them are way to beautiful and snotty for her, she's finally given up. She's kind, compassionate, loyal, but quick to fight with another kit or even try to fight an warrior. She just needs a good friend or at least a mother to help her. Her name doesn't really fit her attitude towards older more sophisticated cats.
History: Her mom gave birth to her but her father left before her birth. Right when Sweetkit was ready to get weaned her mother died of illness, Sweetkit wandered herself into Riverclan territory an they accepted her as their own...well some did. Not knowing how she would be.
IC: Sweetkit sat watching the other kits play. Her usually sharp, clear green eyes were clouded with grief. All those other kits could run to a mother, could cry in the shoulders of their best friends. A luxury Sweetkit was not allowed, or she didn't really allow herself. Her quick temper always scared any future friends, even the toughest tom warriors veered away from her when she was nearby. It just made her sad, she was only a kit and already an outcast. She let her head fall to the ground, her quiet sobs were quick and silent in the darkness of where she watched the others. A voice spoke, rough and throaty " The ground already has enough water to keep it rich, what with the big river and all..."Said the voice. She looked up, who would speak to her as such. Before her eyes sharpened and focused on the cat in-front of her she retorted "Thanks alot, I don' need any fox-dung-remarks on my behalf. I get enough from the mouse-brained kits over there. She pointed with her tail to the snobby kits. Her eyes finally focused, instantly keening in on the cat who spoke.
Codeword: SKYCLAN
Other: Nothing but watch out crushes of hers, her tongue is sharp to those who she loves the most.
