Post by Dawnkit on Dec 28, 2011 17:14:13 GMT -5
•Dawnkit,
Kit of Thunderclan
names:
Dawnkit
gender:
she-cat
age:
3 moons
clan:
Thunderclan
rank:
Kit
personality:
Dawnkit is a cheerful kitten with a soft eye for nature; she is as curious as a puppy and often finds herself in places she shouldnt be. She dreams of becoming a warrior and serving her clan in hunting and guarding etc.
She loves company and snuggles up with her mother as often as possible, she likes to invent and play new games with not just kits but apprentices too. She looks very highly up to the higher ranks and only daydreams about where her destiny will take her.
Although she is curious she can be cheeky and stubborn at times, she never likes to be ordered around. She sometimes plays tricks on the warriors and sometimes tries to copy their battle moves so she can beat her denmates in the future.
appearance:
She is a wide eyed, and she has a natural inncent look to her. Her coat is a pale smokey gray with long tabby stripes that swerve across her flank, forehead and around her shoulders. She has four cotton white socks that stretch all the way up her legs. Her tail is swerved with tiny black bands that drift to the tip.
Her nose is a flesh pink and is tiny compared to her head and body, Her eyes are large and ocean blue. Her ears stretch out thin and long with tiny black tufts on the tip of each one. She is very furry, which hides all her muscles under her fluffed out fur. Her legs are like storks and her paws are large and clumsy.
history:
As a kit, her mother was named Ashfeather and her father was named Embertail. At the birth process Dawnkit had been born but her brother Greenkit didn't survive the birth process. Dawnkit lived in the nursery with few queens and kits to play with because they all had became warriors. For the first week she stayed with her mother suckling or hearing wonderful stories about the clans.
Without having any kitten company to be with she relied on her mother and the apprentices to play games with her. They were usually too rough in the games and Dawnkit grown bored of playing with cats that weren't her age. She daydreams endlessly and her imagination could take her anywhere, she often wonders of to others dens to hear he happenings and advice from her seniors.
sample rp:
[from the warrior cats rpg]
Along the banks of a river that signified the border between Thunderclan and Riverclan; a shadow of a peculiar feline was wading in the water. The cat was hunting, with the slightest of effort, he speared a enormous, silver fish in his black claws. The fisher was a large tom with broad shoulders and bulky muscles that glistened under his ginger and tawny pelt.
As the heavy tom sunk his teeth in the succulent meal, his senses reacted and he picked up the scent of a rather familiar smell. "Thunderclan!" Rasped the tom with his mouth open, revealing the flesh that he had just been eating. He glanced back and forth searching for an area to run from the occurring danger.
##
Kestrelclaw was hopping over a few frosty stones, her pelt was buffeted to her sides and wind was crashing against her flank; but that didn't stop her tracing over a scent trail that she had just encountered. If Riverclan is on our territory! I will give them some scars that they will never forget!. Abruptly, she halted in her mid-run. I shouldn't have said that! she declined as she started to lick her old leg wound, she now had different thoughts about fatally wounding an opponent, with only something little like crossing the border.
She finally stood with victory glittering in her eye, "I will chase the intruder away! it is there fault if they stick around when I am obviously warning them..." she mewed quietly. Peering through a tangle of thorn bushes, she spotted the cat eating a fish from the river a few tail lengths from where she sat. Her heart pounded, she was going to chase it out, the fishy Riverclan warrior! her paws ached with excitement, but a deep dark part of her heard tugged at her he looks really strong, he will defeat me, I am that vulnerable, this isn't a job that I am capable of doing!
"Halt!" She screamed as she jumped out of the cover in the undergrowth; the Riverclan cat first gasped as she fiercely charged into the clearing, but he kept his ground and just sniggered as she bounded closer. "Whats an elder doing outside from the safety of your camp" He mewed amused. How dare he! fumed Kestrelclaw; did she really look like an elder from her wounds? "i am no elder! I am a warrior and I will rip you apart if you stay here, smelly fish eater" She hissed, spitting angrily. The Riverclan cat stayed where he was and bent down to continue eating the prey that he had just cought, keeping no attention of the bewieldered she-cat.
Before long, Kestrelclaw lunged at the enemy, fiercely chomping down at his neck; he swiftly jerked himself sideways and rolled on his back, winded; Kestrelclaw struggled to get free and gasped. Was her assumption true? Was she really going to be defeated by this warrior? No! She was going to be strong. Lashing out at his back the male squealed and let go of the she-cat, taking a breath he turned and bit down on her back leg, Kestrelclaw felt the teeth sinking in and she screamed in pain, panting at the sinking teeth that tightened around her leg.
With a deep breath she dragged him forwards and charged in to him, he toppled over the ground and stopped with a loud thud. Blood trickled down his back from the claw marks that where left there, and finally he gave up and swam back across the border; almost squinting at the likely hood that he was beaten by an "elder"
characters: Dawnkit
c-box name: Potato
Kit of Thunderclan
names:
Dawnkit
gender:
she-cat
age:
3 moons
clan:
Thunderclan
rank:
Kit
personality:
Dawnkit is a cheerful kitten with a soft eye for nature; she is as curious as a puppy and often finds herself in places she shouldnt be. She dreams of becoming a warrior and serving her clan in hunting and guarding etc.
She loves company and snuggles up with her mother as often as possible, she likes to invent and play new games with not just kits but apprentices too. She looks very highly up to the higher ranks and only daydreams about where her destiny will take her.
Although she is curious she can be cheeky and stubborn at times, she never likes to be ordered around. She sometimes plays tricks on the warriors and sometimes tries to copy their battle moves so she can beat her denmates in the future.
appearance:
She is a wide eyed, and she has a natural inncent look to her. Her coat is a pale smokey gray with long tabby stripes that swerve across her flank, forehead and around her shoulders. She has four cotton white socks that stretch all the way up her legs. Her tail is swerved with tiny black bands that drift to the tip.
Her nose is a flesh pink and is tiny compared to her head and body, Her eyes are large and ocean blue. Her ears stretch out thin and long with tiny black tufts on the tip of each one. She is very furry, which hides all her muscles under her fluffed out fur. Her legs are like storks and her paws are large and clumsy.
history:
As a kit, her mother was named Ashfeather and her father was named Embertail. At the birth process Dawnkit had been born but her brother Greenkit didn't survive the birth process. Dawnkit lived in the nursery with few queens and kits to play with because they all had became warriors. For the first week she stayed with her mother suckling or hearing wonderful stories about the clans.
Without having any kitten company to be with she relied on her mother and the apprentices to play games with her. They were usually too rough in the games and Dawnkit grown bored of playing with cats that weren't her age. She daydreams endlessly and her imagination could take her anywhere, she often wonders of to others dens to hear he happenings and advice from her seniors.
sample rp:
[from the warrior cats rpg]
Along the banks of a river that signified the border between Thunderclan and Riverclan; a shadow of a peculiar feline was wading in the water. The cat was hunting, with the slightest of effort, he speared a enormous, silver fish in his black claws. The fisher was a large tom with broad shoulders and bulky muscles that glistened under his ginger and tawny pelt.
As the heavy tom sunk his teeth in the succulent meal, his senses reacted and he picked up the scent of a rather familiar smell. "Thunderclan!" Rasped the tom with his mouth open, revealing the flesh that he had just been eating. He glanced back and forth searching for an area to run from the occurring danger.
##
Kestrelclaw was hopping over a few frosty stones, her pelt was buffeted to her sides and wind was crashing against her flank; but that didn't stop her tracing over a scent trail that she had just encountered. If Riverclan is on our territory! I will give them some scars that they will never forget!. Abruptly, she halted in her mid-run. I shouldn't have said that! she declined as she started to lick her old leg wound, she now had different thoughts about fatally wounding an opponent, with only something little like crossing the border.
She finally stood with victory glittering in her eye, "I will chase the intruder away! it is there fault if they stick around when I am obviously warning them..." she mewed quietly. Peering through a tangle of thorn bushes, she spotted the cat eating a fish from the river a few tail lengths from where she sat. Her heart pounded, she was going to chase it out, the fishy Riverclan warrior! her paws ached with excitement, but a deep dark part of her heard tugged at her he looks really strong, he will defeat me, I am that vulnerable, this isn't a job that I am capable of doing!
"Halt!" She screamed as she jumped out of the cover in the undergrowth; the Riverclan cat first gasped as she fiercely charged into the clearing, but he kept his ground and just sniggered as she bounded closer. "Whats an elder doing outside from the safety of your camp" He mewed amused. How dare he! fumed Kestrelclaw; did she really look like an elder from her wounds? "i am no elder! I am a warrior and I will rip you apart if you stay here, smelly fish eater" She hissed, spitting angrily. The Riverclan cat stayed where he was and bent down to continue eating the prey that he had just cought, keeping no attention of the bewieldered she-cat.
Before long, Kestrelclaw lunged at the enemy, fiercely chomping down at his neck; he swiftly jerked himself sideways and rolled on his back, winded; Kestrelclaw struggled to get free and gasped. Was her assumption true? Was she really going to be defeated by this warrior? No! She was going to be strong. Lashing out at his back the male squealed and let go of the she-cat, taking a breath he turned and bit down on her back leg, Kestrelclaw felt the teeth sinking in and she screamed in pain, panting at the sinking teeth that tightened around her leg.
With a deep breath she dragged him forwards and charged in to him, he toppled over the ground and stopped with a loud thud. Blood trickled down his back from the claw marks that where left there, and finally he gave up and swam back across the border; almost squinting at the likely hood that he was beaten by an "elder"
characters: Dawnkit
c-box name: Potato
