Venuskit xXx Lightclan

[middy]

Name: Venuskit
Moons: 6 *needs an apprentice ceremony*
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Kits [New-Borns]
Short-Description:

Petite ginger she-kit.

Picture:

Comin'.

Description:

As you may or may not know, ‘Venus’ is the roman goddess of love and beauty, so the name ‘Venuskit’ really fits this young she. Her fur is a dark ginger, like the planet Venus, and just as fiery. She has even darker ginger stripes that run across her back horizontally, along with smaller ones on her tail that have the spacing of approximately an inch or so. All of her paws are a pure, snowy white, that contrast against her dark ginger legs, and they are also the perfect size for her petite little body, being neither too big nor too small. Her fur length is as short as a tabby’s, though she has no known breed. She is, you could say, a pure-bred mutt. Her tail is longer than most, and is held down limply, being slightly curled at the end, and with it being as long as it is, her balance is very great.

Every creature has something unique about whether it be something visible to the naked eye or not, and Venuskit is no exception. The thing that is unique about her is her beautiful eyes, which are an unusual, bright turquoise color. They really contrast against her ginger pelt, but that just adds to the beauty. Call it impossible as you will, but that is the color of her eyes, and it cannot be changed. But as beautiful as they are, they are usually a little misty, as she is nearly always lost in her own thoughts, pondering on things that don’t even cross a leaders mind. And when she thinks, she doesn’t do it lightly, and gets lost deep, deep into her complex mind, causing her eyes to go a little misty and emotionless. Of course, other kits and apprentices make fun of her, but she just ignores them, because she was always taught that if you fight fire with fire, some one ends up burned.

As interesting as Venuskit’s eyes are, she has something else that is unique about her appearance; The tip of her tail and ears. The tip of both of her ears is missing along with the tip of her tail. Of course, this does not affect her balance or her hearing, as both are still great, but it makes her very uncomfortable with herself; Very self-conscious. And, you guessed it, it gives the other kits and apprentices just one more thing to make fun of her about, and just one more thing for her to ignore. This and her eyes make her feel different, and all her life different has been a bad thing. This is the main reason she is always by herself, not bothering to make friends, because, in her mind, no one would want to be even seen with her. So, even though her chipped tail and ears and her eyes are considered unique, she thinks of them as the worst curses Starclan could have ever cursed her with.

Personality:

Venuskit, as I have said, is definitely different than other kits in a few ways. But while some cats strive to be different, she thinks of it as a curse that Starclan lied upon her. All her life she has been made fun of because of her differences, and all her life she has been forced to ignore them, and say nothing back, because she knows nothing good will come of it. But it still gets to her, and all she has ever wanted was a friend, but in her mind she is much too ugly for a friend, and she must stay to herself her whole life. Yes, that may not be true in reality, but in Venuskit's mind, her fate is living and dying alone. Never in her life has she been loved, and she doesn't expect that to ever change. Of course, she did live in a clan, but that was only because she was terrified at the thought of ever becoming a loner, she she just stayed, hoping, as dull as her hope has become, that one day she might become a great warrior, though she lacks much strength.

As I have just told you, Venuskit is not very strong, as she is small and petite, but she does have her own strengths; Strengths that she doesn't even realize she has. One of them is the fact that she is a VERY quick runner, which just makes her, really, seem like a cat from Airclan. But her strongest strength is her mind. It is very complex from a kit her age. Most all of the time you will find her beautiful eyes misty as she is thinking or pondering about something or another, and when she thinks, it is not a light thinking, but instead it is a very deep thought that zones her out of the real world and into her own. She ponders and thinks about things sometimes not even a wise leader would. Of course, it is definitely a gift from Starclan, but she doesn't really know that. To her it is just another part of her that has just. . . Always been there.

Venuskit is a very. . . To-herself she-kit. She doesn't talk much, and is usually off somewhere where no one else is. Why is she there? Well, she is hiding, because she doesn't want anyone to see her, because she hates how she looks; she hates being different. She is very self-conscious, and is cursed with every little tease that anyone has ever said to her. She used to even cry herself to sleep at night, but anymore she just keeps back the tears and stay away from everyone in general, convincing herself how useless and unneeded she is, just like everyone in her life has ever told her.

History:

Venuskit entered this world with a sharp squeal; one that seemed like people in Asia could hear it. She was born to Ashtail and Iceflower of Lightclan. She was the only she-kit out of a litter of six, and she was also the only one who looked nothing like her parents or even her grandparents. Her mother was a pure white she-cat, while her father was cream-colored with an ash-colored tail and ear-tips. Three of her brothers were black (like their grandfather) one of them was pure white with ash-colored ears, and the other one was a calico (like his grandmother). Venuskit was the only ginger kit, and her parents were confused about her coloring, because they weren't sure about any other cats on either sides of the family being ginger. Even so, it really wouldn't have mattered what her pelt color was, they would have always probably treated her the same; horribly. They over-looked her, acted as if she didn't exsist. No one knew quite why, but they just did not like her. There were times when Iceflower didn't even let her suckle as a young kit.

The problem was, Venuskit let it get to her. Her brothers would constantly make fun of her, telling her how everyone hated her, and how she was a useless, weak runt. She grew up like, this, hating how much they all made her cry. Each night she would pray to Starclan, asking to help her find someone, just one cat, to love her and treat her like just another kit; not a worthless runt. But that prayer never came true, and cold winters day, she had had enough pain and suffering once and for all.

Venuskit left the Queens den when everyone was asleep. She figured that being a loner was better that being hated and laughed at and teased to no merciful end. It was extremely chilly, and the wind nearly blew her away, not to mention the snow was almost too deep for her to even walk in. She managed to make it as far as the border, as impossible as that really does seem, before she knew she couldn't go any farther. The tips of her ears and tail were frozen, and she just curled up there, quickly falling asleep, ready to accept her fate of freezing to death.

But that isn't what happed, exactly. She woke up in a warm den, her eyes blinking open to the irritated face of the medicine cat. "What do you think you were doing? You nearly died out there, and the tips of your ears and tail froze off! I'm surprised you didn't catch greencough out there! What got into you, honestly? Your parents must be worried sick about you! You should be thankful I found you, you know that?" Venuskit just lied there, zoning out the medicine cat's mindless lecture. Actually, she was angry at Starclan for sparing her. There for a while, she was liking the fact of dying and no longer having to live anymore, but she was also too frightened to try doing a stunt like that again. Why did Starclan want her to live this way? What had she ever done that was so wrong? She only wished she knew.

Even after it had been months since her run-away attempt, her brothers still teased her about her tail and ears, and she began praying that something horrible would happen to all of them; her brothers and her parents. Something very horrible, because she was just plain fed-up with all of it, and she wanted them out of her life for good. Well, they don't say "be careful what you wish for" for no reason, because that next winter all of them managed to catch green cough, and all of them lost there lives. It was a tragic loss for the clan, and she blamed herself. As much as she hated them, she never wanted them to die. Just. . . Leave her alone. But now because her own selfish prayer, they were all dead. The one time Starclan listens to me. . . she still, to this day, tells herself. And now, she not only considers herself useless, but a murderer, and is careful to make every prayer so that it cannot be turned to the worst. Though she is always looking at the negative side of things, ignoring the positives, which could, in fact be a downfall for her.

And now she is six moons old, and ready to be an apprentice, though she has long convinced herself that she will only be a nuisance and pointless to mentor, because she has been convinced that she is too useless to become a warrior in the first place. It took many, many kits and cats alike to kill her confidence, but it will only take one to restore it. . .

Role Playing Example:

[[Okay, my fingers hurt still from volleyball practice, and they're also a little stiff, making me a slow typer, which bugs me A LOT, so this won't be the best IC in the world, but Whitey knows how I rp, so if you think if you're having doubts, ask her. Hopefully she will feel like being nice to meh. xD]]

The light crackle of debri beneath the light paws of Venuskit. She had been looking for a good place to think for the past few minutes, but had finally found the perfect spot. She came open a young oak, unsheathed her claws, and climbed it with ease, resting on a large branch not too high up, sheathing back her claws, and allowing her eyes to get misty and her mind to zone out. She knew she was coming close to having to have an apprentice ceremony, and she was now thinking about any possible things she could about how she could make herself a good apprentice, but having never heard one encouraging word in her life, the amount she came up with was zero. Nothing. No good things about her that she could think of. She took time to pray to Starclan that she would not disappoint her mentor with her weakness and uselessness. She prayed for a warrior who would not give up on her, and at least try to turn her into a great warrior. In her mind, she knew this was an awfully big prayer for Starclan to full-fill, but she still had a tiny little ember of hope left, and decided to use up the last of its light on this prayer, because it meant more to her than anything. Her eyes became clear again, but only for a few seconds, because soon enough she was lost in her mind once again, letting it take her along thoughts she had never had before, and some of them she wished would never have came in the first place. But all of those thoughts are for her head and her head alone; And they are not to be said.

Other:

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[&& White Shadow]

Accepted! -tackle glomps middy-