Post by Oreo on Apr 16, 2007 15:34:13 GMT -5
Name: Seventhkit
Rank: kit
Clan: StreamClan
Gender: tom
Age: zero, currently
Picture (Optional):
Physical Description: Seventhkit has the classic kitten build: a little soft and floppy, small and awkward. But from his physique it is clear that he will be very strong one day. The base color of his fur is pale silvery gray, but it has darker gray tabby markings. The stripes on his back are broad and soft, and they get thinner as they wind around his head, and finally the top of his head is riddled with twisty gray streaks. Only a few areas of Seventhkit's fur, such as his muzzle, paws and belly, are pure white. His face is a tiny bit flattish, and he has a dark gray nose and big, expressive gold eyes.
Quick Appearance: soft-furred gray tabby kit with expressive gold eyes and a strong build
Personality: Easygoing and curious, like most kits. He's just a tiny bit rude sometimes, but the things he say just slip out. He would never say something on purpose to hurt a cat's feelings. He loves his sheltered life, and his favorite experience ever was when the sky started leaking just a tiny bit and tiny sparkling water droplets fell on his fur. He likes to lie on his back in the nursery and search for the sun peeking through the tiny gaps in the maple and willow trees.
History: Almost nothing. He has had many experiences: rain, sun, warm milk, night and day, and a tiny dose of fear when a cat who wasn't his mother came in. But now he knows of that cat as father and the warm, kind one who feeds him as mother, and the other kits as brother or sister. He learns things quickly. But he has had no big emotional experiences to link these things together.
IC: With one pale paw planted on the ground and the other kneading Densefoot's belly, Seventhkit fed on warm milk. He raised his head and tried to speak to Mother. "Fanko," he mewed, his young mouth slurring the words. He exhaled relaxedly and flopped onto his side. The dirt was damp and soft, so he excavated the homes of a few beetles and sent them scurrying away toward the bushes. He pressed his cheek on the ground and sighed, letting sleep take over.
CodeWords: Relevance
Rank: kit
Clan: StreamClan
Gender: tom
Age: zero, currently
Picture (Optional):
Physical Description: Seventhkit has the classic kitten build: a little soft and floppy, small and awkward. But from his physique it is clear that he will be very strong one day. The base color of his fur is pale silvery gray, but it has darker gray tabby markings. The stripes on his back are broad and soft, and they get thinner as they wind around his head, and finally the top of his head is riddled with twisty gray streaks. Only a few areas of Seventhkit's fur, such as his muzzle, paws and belly, are pure white. His face is a tiny bit flattish, and he has a dark gray nose and big, expressive gold eyes.
Quick Appearance: soft-furred gray tabby kit with expressive gold eyes and a strong build
Personality: Easygoing and curious, like most kits. He's just a tiny bit rude sometimes, but the things he say just slip out. He would never say something on purpose to hurt a cat's feelings. He loves his sheltered life, and his favorite experience ever was when the sky started leaking just a tiny bit and tiny sparkling water droplets fell on his fur. He likes to lie on his back in the nursery and search for the sun peeking through the tiny gaps in the maple and willow trees.
History: Almost nothing. He has had many experiences: rain, sun, warm milk, night and day, and a tiny dose of fear when a cat who wasn't his mother came in. But now he knows of that cat as father and the warm, kind one who feeds him as mother, and the other kits as brother or sister. He learns things quickly. But he has had no big emotional experiences to link these things together.
IC: With one pale paw planted on the ground and the other kneading Densefoot's belly, Seventhkit fed on warm milk. He raised his head and tried to speak to Mother. "Fanko," he mewed, his young mouth slurring the words. He exhaled relaxedly and flopped onto his side. The dirt was damp and soft, so he excavated the homes of a few beetles and sent them scurrying away toward the bushes. He pressed his cheek on the ground and sighed, letting sleep take over.
CodeWords: Relevance
