Post by Snakeh on Jun 7, 2013 19:25:11 GMT -5
Name: Fate
Clan: N/A
Rank: Loner kit
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Picture:
Description: Fate is a very small kit for her age, around the size of a 4 moon old kit. She's very skinny, and her muscles aren't as well-developed as her older brother's muscles. Her eyes a radiant blue, making it seem as though her eyes are always reflecting a river. The small kit's fur has a very sharp, silver sheen to it. Her black stripes are more grayish. which you'll notice if you look close enough.
Personality: Fate is very bold. She can walk right up to a full-grown cat and tell that cat off for anything at all. Of course, she might get scratched, but most cats don't usually try to hurt her since she's an innocent kit. Fate's very kind and nice, but she has anger issues that make it hard to understand her completely. She has no wish to hurt any cat, and she doesn't give a flying mouse if the cat is Clan or not. Seeing all as equals, she doesn't understand when cats hiss at each other. She mostly hides behind her big brother when telling off a cat. She has a great memory.
History: Fate's kithood did not get a great start. First off, her father was never around(he is presumed to be dead) and her mother died giving birth to Fate. A friend nursed her until she could eat fresh-kill. She feels as though it's her fault, even when her brother tells her it's not. She never learned to pronounce her brother's name correctly, and she calls him 'Whisker' instead of 'Whisper'. Being only 6 moons old, nothing has really happened. She has a very good memory though, and can remember lots of stuff.
The first thing she remembers is that a cat once tried to attack Whisper, and she tried hard to sass him. It seemed to do the trick, as the cat left with just an annoyed flick of the tail. She later realized the cat had left because she was kit and most cats would never attack a kit and young as her. The kit is slightlyy proud that she 'protected' her brother. Her brother tries hard to protect her, she can tell, but her need for adventure is too great, and she often walks off on her own, looking for trouble. The winter was long and harsh on this poor kit. She's skinnier than her brother, despite the hunting he did to provide her with food.
Name: Whisper
Clan: N/A
Rank: Loner kit
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture:
Description: There isn't much to Whisper's look. His yellow eyes are probably what stands out the most, gleaming as if he was looking forward to a fight, which of course he never is. Whisper is what you would call a very large cat, looking more like 12 moons than 10 moons. His muscles ripple under his pelt with every movement he makes, making him seem very strong. The sleek, short black fur that cover his body has a very similar to Fate's silver sheen to it.
Personality: Whisper, while brave, isn't as bold as Fate is. He's intelligent, always thinking of plans, but tends to overreact when he finds that Fate has wandered off(yet again). He has a kind personality, never leaving a cat to suffer injuries. He's good with herbs and can always smell where they are as long as he's close enough. He is super protective of Fate and is very suspicious of Clan cats.
History: Whisper was born in very late greenleaf, near leaf-fall, and his mother and father were pleased with their kit. The father taught him how to hunt and fight, while his mother taught him kindness and how to use herbs. At the age of 4 moons, they announced to Whisper that he'd be having siblings. Whisper was very happy to finally have some cat to play with and wondered whether it would be a boy or a girl. During a leaf-fall night, his mother gave birth to his sibling. Something had gone wrong, his mother couldn't do it.
She passed away that night, and the father was never found. He is presumed dead. He named his own sister Fate, for the fateful night that it happened. His mother, before she died, told him to take care of his sister. He vowed to protect her, and has done so well. He got a friend to nurse her until she was six weeks old, in which case the friend left. He started catching prey and feeding her small bits that he'd chewed for her, as he assumed that's what his mother would have done.
At the age of 2 moons, Fate had become a bouncy, playful kit, while Whisper had stayed pretty much the same. The winter was harsh and cruel, but both somehow managed to survive. Whisper has turned into a fine hunter, providing his sister with food at every chance he gets. He, of course, is extremely skinny, though his sister still seems to have had the worst of the winter.
Check 1: [x] [smear:FFD700]Sprucetail[/smear:1E90FF]
Check 2: [x] [smear:191970]Cobalt[/smear:6495ED:1]
RPer information
Name: Snaketh
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
Clan: N/A
Rank: Loner kit
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Picture:
Description: Fate is a very small kit for her age, around the size of a 4 moon old kit. She's very skinny, and her muscles aren't as well-developed as her older brother's muscles. Her eyes a radiant blue, making it seem as though her eyes are always reflecting a river. The small kit's fur has a very sharp, silver sheen to it. Her black stripes are more grayish. which you'll notice if you look close enough.
Personality: Fate is very bold. She can walk right up to a full-grown cat and tell that cat off for anything at all. Of course, she might get scratched, but most cats don't usually try to hurt her since she's an innocent kit. Fate's very kind and nice, but she has anger issues that make it hard to understand her completely. She has no wish to hurt any cat, and she doesn't give a flying mouse if the cat is Clan or not. Seeing all as equals, she doesn't understand when cats hiss at each other. She mostly hides behind her big brother when telling off a cat. She has a great memory.
History: Fate's kithood did not get a great start. First off, her father was never around(he is presumed to be dead) and her mother died giving birth to Fate. A friend nursed her until she could eat fresh-kill. She feels as though it's her fault, even when her brother tells her it's not. She never learned to pronounce her brother's name correctly, and she calls him 'Whisker' instead of 'Whisper'. Being only 6 moons old, nothing has really happened. She has a very good memory though, and can remember lots of stuff.
The first thing she remembers is that a cat once tried to attack Whisper, and she tried hard to sass him. It seemed to do the trick, as the cat left with just an annoyed flick of the tail. She later realized the cat had left because she was kit and most cats would never attack a kit and young as her. The kit is slightlyy proud that she 'protected' her brother. Her brother tries hard to protect her, she can tell, but her need for adventure is too great, and she often walks off on her own, looking for trouble. The winter was long and harsh on this poor kit. She's skinnier than her brother, despite the hunting he did to provide her with food.
Name: Whisper
Clan: N/A
Rank: Loner kit
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture:
Description: There isn't much to Whisper's look. His yellow eyes are probably what stands out the most, gleaming as if he was looking forward to a fight, which of course he never is. Whisper is what you would call a very large cat, looking more like 12 moons than 10 moons. His muscles ripple under his pelt with every movement he makes, making him seem very strong. The sleek, short black fur that cover his body has a very similar to Fate's silver sheen to it.
Personality: Whisper, while brave, isn't as bold as Fate is. He's intelligent, always thinking of plans, but tends to overreact when he finds that Fate has wandered off(yet again). He has a kind personality, never leaving a cat to suffer injuries. He's good with herbs and can always smell where they are as long as he's close enough. He is super protective of Fate and is very suspicious of Clan cats.
History: Whisper was born in very late greenleaf, near leaf-fall, and his mother and father were pleased with their kit. The father taught him how to hunt and fight, while his mother taught him kindness and how to use herbs. At the age of 4 moons, they announced to Whisper that he'd be having siblings. Whisper was very happy to finally have some cat to play with and wondered whether it would be a boy or a girl. During a leaf-fall night, his mother gave birth to his sibling. Something had gone wrong, his mother couldn't do it.
She passed away that night, and the father was never found. He is presumed dead. He named his own sister Fate, for the fateful night that it happened. His mother, before she died, told him to take care of his sister. He vowed to protect her, and has done so well. He got a friend to nurse her until she was six weeks old, in which case the friend left. He started catching prey and feeding her small bits that he'd chewed for her, as he assumed that's what his mother would have done.
At the age of 2 moons, Fate had become a bouncy, playful kit, while Whisper had stayed pretty much the same. The winter was harsh and cruel, but both somehow managed to survive. Whisper has turned into a fine hunter, providing his sister with food at every chance he gets. He, of course, is extremely skinny, though his sister still seems to have had the worst of the winter.
Check 1: [x] [smear:FFD700]Sprucetail[/smear:1E90FF]
Check 2: [x] [smear:191970]Cobalt[/smear:6495ED:1]
RPer information
Name: Snaketh
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
