Post by {{ Raven }} on Jul 14, 2008 20:51:44 GMT -5
Name: Bladekit
Moons: 5
Gender: Tom
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Kits [New-Borns]
Short-Description:
Moons: 5
Gender: Tom
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Kits [New-Borns]
Short-Description:
A dark tabby cat with livid green eyes that peirce the soul.Picture:
i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj126/Ravensent/bladekit-1.jpg?t=1216089991Description:
Bladekit is a sleek and agile young tomcat, built to run and to hunt. His muscles are smooth and well-toned, but not large and bulky. His sharp, grass-colored eyes don't miss a single movement, and his hearing and sense of smell are strong and well-used.Personality:
Bladekit is a dark-colored tabby, with stripes of black upon a dark silver body. His face is handsomly marked with browns, as are his paws and ears. His dark coloring helps blend in with shadows. Stealth is important for a cat who's speed is stronger than his actual brute force.
Bladekit's fighting skills are mainly hit-and-run tactics. His speed and agility are her strengths, what he lacks in power he gains with the swiftness of his paws. Sometimes he is known to leap out of trees onto unsuspecting tresspassers, which he also uses as a prank to scare his denmates.
All in all, however, Bladekit is indeed a very attractive young tom. He grooms himself often and prides himself in keeping himself clean. Some tease him about his cleanliness, however he ignores them, and sometiems shoots back a joke, maybe about a burr in thier pelt, or how ruffled their fur looks. His favorite like is 'your fur looks like a bird's nest'.
>>KindHistory:
>>Pacifist
>>Stubborn
>>Mature
>>Willing to learn
>>Slow to anger
Compared to other ColdClan cats, Bladekit is actually fairly kind. Watching over his denmates is a hobby of his, and often defends a fellow denmate if they are in need of help. However in wrestling matches and mock-fights, Bladekit is rarely willing to join. Strangely enough, he is a pacifist, and many fear of his ability to become a strong warrior because of it.
In his own opionions, Bladekit is very stubborn. He will accept that you believe differently, however if you try to get him to change his mind, you are in for a long and tedious argument. It's hard to prove him wrong, especially since all of his beleifs are backed with proof.
The kit is very mature. In fact, he often can give a warrior a lecture that an elder should be giving a kit, making them utterly humiliated, and the elders really get a kick out of it.
Despite being stubborn about what he thinks is right, Bladekit is extremely eager to learn. His favorite word is 'why' and sometimes it drives his mother insane, especially when he gets into deeper questions that have no answer to mortal cats.
Finally, Bladekit is slow to anger. You can throw pranks at him, insults, whatever you like, but he won't get angry. Actually, he'll probably come up with an insult better than yours, or a practical joke that is twice as humiliating. He's very easy to get along with.
Since he is only a kitten, there is very little to tell. Bladekit was born to a female named Windfeather, along with two siblings. Falconkit and Dashingkit are his sister and brother, in that order. No one knows who the father of these kits are, except for Windfeather and StarClan themselves. Perhaps Windfeather was with a different Clan cat, or maybe a rogue. No one knows, and it's actually a large chunk of gossip. None of the rumors have reached the ears of the said cats, however, so there hasn't been any real answers to the questions the Clan has.Role Playing Example:
Owww…Other:
Falconpaw moaned and rolled over in the soft grass, feeling sore all over. Her eyes remained closed, hoping that lovely darkness would let her sleep some more. All her body seemed bruised and battered. It was uncomfortable, and in the darkness she had felt nothing, and saw nothing. She must have been unconscious.
I feel like I fought the whole Brotherhood single-pawed!
Realizing that strange darkness wasn't coming back, the young she-cat opened her sea-green eyes, and was startled to see she wasn't where she thought she'd be. Instead of being in the battlefield, she was in a quiet, moonlit clearing, with soft grass and a gently breeze. It was peaceful…and baffling.
Last I remember I was fighting the Monsoon Brotherhood with Riverpelt...that one soldier had ripped a nasty wound on my side...
Looking at her side, expecting to see a scabbed wound, she gasped in shock. It was gone! Looking all over her body the slender cat realized that none of her wounds were there anymore. Not even a scar to remember them by. She was slightly disappointed by this, she was hoping she could tell her mother about it when she got home.
Speaking of home, where was she exactly? Gazing around, she was surprised to feel Newleaf all around her.
But it's not Newleaf...it's Leafall!
Confusion swept over the young she-cat, and the silver female sat down, thinking everything over. Suddenly, she swayed, feeling dizzy. Falconpaw remembered the stories her mother told her of the lands of their ancestors, of the unending spring and the peace the afterlife brought the brave warriors who died. Something occurred to her, and she didn’t like the thought. Not one bit.
I can't be dead!
Fur bristled along Falconpaw's spine, and her eyes narrowed. Those brotherhood mongrels killed her! Fury rose in the female's chest, and silently she vowed never to trust any cat outside of her clan.
Speaking of clans, what clan was she in now?
Shaking her head, Falconpaw stifled a yowl of anguish. Was she really in the lands of CelestialClan? She had to be but...where were the cats? Perhaps they were all in their camp but...where was that? Blinking away her frustration, Falconpaw rose to her feet, and heaved a weary sigh.
Well I won't accomplish anything just sitting here, I'd best find a patrol of cats and ask them where I am.
Speaking of which, a patrol of cats was headed her way...
Falconkit (She-cat), and Dashingkit (tomcat) are his siblings.
Windfeather is his mother. The father is unknown. If anyone wishes to roleplay these cats (looks and personalities are NOT known, you may choose them) go right ahead. *Dashingkit is taken!*