Wolfkit

[Wolfkit]

names: Wolfkit, Wolfpaw, Wolfmoon
gender: shecat
age: 5 moons old
clan: Riverclan
rank: kit

personality:
fierce: When Wolfkit gets provoked she becomes violently hostile or aggressive, ready to defend herself or her friends when the need arises.
loyal: Wolfkit is extremely loyal, to her clan and dear friends, she would defend them fiercely and without hesitation.
finicky: She is extremely or excessively particular, exacting, about a routine. She hates it when things don't go as planned or something unexpected happens. Makes her mind go chaotic.
enthusiastic: She tends to have a strong excitement for training and strives to do it to the best she can in the first try. She also tries other ways to better what she learns, which can be an advantage sometimes.
obedient: Wolfkit tends to be submissive to her elders, and quickly obeys. A curse it maybe since she has obeyed complete strangers before.
mysterious: Wolfkit keeps to herself and rarely speaks her feelings to anyone. Wolfkit is often profound, inexplicable, or secretive little character. She rarely speaks at all and when she does its only in a few words or a simple little sentence. She's never had the confidence in her words and doesn't try to speak as much as the other cats. The only one who she spoke to so freely was Duskmist.
helpful:Wolfkit wants to help anyway she can that includes aspiring to be a medicine cat.
appearance: Wolfkit is tiny for her age and won't be a very big cat when she is full grown. In fact she won't grow but an inch, making her very small and petite. Her fur is long and spiky looking. No matter how often she smoothes her ruffled fur it comes right back up into its spikiness. Her coat is a simple gray tabby with a brown almost orangey hue in it. She has the deepest blue eyes that look like sapphires when the sun or moon reflect their light upon them. She's got medium sized ears that have a tuft of fur on the tips sticking straight up. Her paws are petite for a kit her age but she is quick on them reguardless. She is very lean for a Riverclan cat and is quicker on her feet than most Riverclan cats are. She's got daggers as claws and needles for teeth.
history: Wolfkit was born unexpectedly or rather she was an oops kit. See her mother never knew she was pregnant at all. No signs of sickness, hungrier than usual, lack of hunger, nothing. So when Tinypelt felt a ripple of pain she began to panic. Not knowing what to do she sought out the medicine cat who told her was was giving birth. Tinypelt of course denied it but before she could leave the medicine cat den a horrible contraction rippled across her body almost causing the warrior to faint, out came a little wet bundle. Tinypelt stared in disbelief as the medicine cat opened the wet sack and licked the slimy kit alive. Panicked stricken Tinypelt bolted out of the medicine cat den and dashed out into the clan's territory. Worry flashed into the medicine cats eyes as she watched the queen bolt. "Someone go after her, she just kitted!" she mewed poking her head out of her den before returning to the mewling kit of Tinypelt. Tinypelt's mate, Dawnstripe, rushed into the medicine cat den and gasped as his kit mewled. "Don't just stand there go get Tinypelt. Your little shekit needs milk." The medicine cat growled impaiently as he stood there shocked. Snapping out of his trance Dawnstripe obeyed and found his mate on the dock close to the twoleg nest. "Why did you leave our kit like that?" Dawnstripe ventured only to receive a hiss from Tinypelt. "She needs you Tinypelt you can't let her die," he continued. "I know I just wasn't expecting her at all," she murmered. After a few more moments she licked his shoulder and began trotting back to camp with Dawnstripe beside her. When they got back Dawnstripe thought of the name Wolfkit and Tinypelt liked it. Thus was born Wolfkit.

Though Wolfkit was soon to loose her parents they strayed to close to the twoleg house, they haven't been seen since. Leaving poor Wolfkit parentless at the age of 2 moons old. Though she has gotten used to them being gone she still misses them dearly but the older she gets the less she remembers them.


sample rp:
An ebony figure appeared at the graveyard. This was her favorite place to be though no one could see that with the look on her face. Her ears sagged. Her eyes locked on nothingness. Making her appear blind though she knew where everything was so she never stumbled. Her bottom jaw opened for her tongue to roll out. As she panted she weaved through grave stones. Her face was serious. As was it most of the time. Though this time there was sadness showing. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t removed her sadness from her scared face. That was my ebony figure that glided across the ground. The name is Morgra and why am I here?

After the pack meeting Dangle himself asked to speak with me. All my thoughts came crashing down. Though I showed nothing of my shock I couldn’t believe he wanted to talk to me about. Something made me a bit relieved. Perhaps he wanted to tell me something along the side of a mission. Something though told me it wasn’t that. I shivered at the thought of getting punished. Why would he punish in private though? I couldn’t come up with why he wanted to talk to me alone. I hopefully wouldn’t be asked about where Tango went. A frantic look came across my eyes. Would I be punished for that? Quite possible. I don’t think he would do it in private. Then again I am still new to and alpha like Dangle. His ways were so different than the ways I grew up with. Then again I was only 9 months old when I left my old pack. That’s when I truly became a killer. My first victim was my mother. I killed her out of anger because she didn’t stick up for her own daughter. Though she was the only one who knew I was a half breed in the pack.

My father lived the life of a pet and impregnated my mother during the breeding season. She fell in love with him because he was as strong looking dog. I got my sleekness from him though. His Dutch shepherd lineage. My mother way a wolf, causing me to be a half breed. I glared at the thought of my mother and father courting. Nasty, then again wasn’t that what I did for so long? Am I really nothing but a whore? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever it was I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I was going to have a bunch of pups or any at all. I growled softly at the bitterness I felt.

I still didn’t know why Dangle wanted to speak with me. With a sigh I focused on his German shepherd body and padded toward it. I weaved through the last two grave stones before coming in front of him. I pushed my rump to the ground and looked up at him. You asked to speak with me? I asked removing the growl I normally held in my voice. A growl in my voice might anger the alpha and I didn’t like angering him much less Nova. They were kind enough to welcome me into the pack giving me a home and something to belong to after I found myself lost in the packs boundaries. Still something made me look away from his blue eyes. I couldn’t handle myself much longer. I was going mad and I knew it. Perhaps Dangle himself knew I was going crazy. No I wasn’t going crazy I was going psycho. It was getting worse every day. Sad, sad, sad.


characters: Wolfkit
c-box name:Wolfeh

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