Post by bookie on Nov 15, 2011 5:14:31 GMT -5
Name:
Skykit
Age:
5 moons
Rank:
Kit
Allegiance:
WindClan
Picture:
Appearance:
With a dark, sandy brown coat, Skykit does not look very abstract. Quite a normal-looking little kitty, he blends well into the background and nobody notices a thing. If he offers an opinion, nobody will even hear, let alone care. Skykit has a soft, girlish, melodic voice that draws mockery and scorn from all of the other tom kits who call him "girly", and tell him to go play with the she-cats. Skykit's build is very small and sleek and when he curls up into a ball, you could swear he isn't there. Always the runt of the litter, Skykit was never a fighter or anything, and when drawn into a playfight by the other kits, he often comes out worse. Skykit has eager, intelligent green eyes that, although beautiful and breathtaking, look shattered at the best of times, as thought they have seen things that a kit should not have seen - things that are only suitable for a much older cat.
[163 words x( sorry my muse is dead.]
Personality:
If you want Skykit to fight, he will tell you to go away rather dreamily and not quite mean it. While all of the other toms decide to huffily shun him for not playing with them and playfight instead, Skykit will lurk around the medicine den, eagerly jumping to help whenever he is needed - or even when he isn't needed. The medicine cat doesn't mind, something he is most grateful for. Skykit is very soft and open and reliable, loyal and trustworthy, and above all, the best friend you could ever hope to have. He is the confidante of many cats in WindClan, all of whom come to him for assistance whenever he is needed, for this little kitten is sympathetic as well as patient, and able to help any cat in need. This is mostly why the medicine cat puts up with him; he will always be ready to jump in and comfort the patient who is in extreme pain, physical or mental, and his soft voice and caring manner will always win out in the end.
However, Skykit is terrible at hiding his emotions. Even if his face denies it, his big green eyes will tell the real story. Any secret can be pried out of him - something he hates, but something he must deal with.
[220 words]
History:
Skykit was born to a happy young queen who loved and treasured him; ironically he was the strongest of her little litter of three, and his two sisters died. The first three months of Skykit's little life were the best he - or indeed anybody else - could possibly wish for. His mother was gentle and kind and sweet and everybody loved her, and she'd passed her lovely nature down to her son. His father was unknown, but whenever Skykit brought it up, his mother would just smile sadly and promise that he would see Daddy, but not for a long long time. Then she'd change the subject to something completely irrelevant, but Skykit always wondered why he couldn't see his Daddy. He thought it over for a long time, turning it over and over in his head, but he couldn't quite manage to see just why his mother seemed to hope he wouldn't see Daddy for a long time yet.
When Skykit hit 3 moons, disaster struck. In the dead of the night, a dark shape crept into the den. Its black and white paw hooked up a small body stealthily, and before the queen had time to scream - a large wound was dealt and she thumped to the ground, bleeding heavily. Her son woke up suddenly, and raced over to her. He, too frightened to call for help, frantically smothered his entire self over her wound in hope of making it better. This did not help a mite, but his mother sobbed, touched to the very core, and gave him a shaky lick. Then she was gone, hunting in StarClan where Daddy was.
Skykit woke up with a terrible coldness over his back. Huddling up into a ball, he shuddered, and suddenly stopped. Where was Mommy? It took a long time to remember, and when he did, he sank to the ground, his fragile little body shaking with tears. Since then, Skykit had been obsessed with medicine, believing that if he had been good at healing at the time, maybe his mother needn't have died.
[347 words]
Skykit
Age:
5 moons
Rank:
Kit
Allegiance:
WindClan
Picture:
Appearance:
With a dark, sandy brown coat, Skykit does not look very abstract. Quite a normal-looking little kitty, he blends well into the background and nobody notices a thing. If he offers an opinion, nobody will even hear, let alone care. Skykit has a soft, girlish, melodic voice that draws mockery and scorn from all of the other tom kits who call him "girly", and tell him to go play with the she-cats. Skykit's build is very small and sleek and when he curls up into a ball, you could swear he isn't there. Always the runt of the litter, Skykit was never a fighter or anything, and when drawn into a playfight by the other kits, he often comes out worse. Skykit has eager, intelligent green eyes that, although beautiful and breathtaking, look shattered at the best of times, as thought they have seen things that a kit should not have seen - things that are only suitable for a much older cat.
[163 words x( sorry my muse is dead.]
Personality:
If you want Skykit to fight, he will tell you to go away rather dreamily and not quite mean it. While all of the other toms decide to huffily shun him for not playing with them and playfight instead, Skykit will lurk around the medicine den, eagerly jumping to help whenever he is needed - or even when he isn't needed. The medicine cat doesn't mind, something he is most grateful for. Skykit is very soft and open and reliable, loyal and trustworthy, and above all, the best friend you could ever hope to have. He is the confidante of many cats in WindClan, all of whom come to him for assistance whenever he is needed, for this little kitten is sympathetic as well as patient, and able to help any cat in need. This is mostly why the medicine cat puts up with him; he will always be ready to jump in and comfort the patient who is in extreme pain, physical or mental, and his soft voice and caring manner will always win out in the end.
However, Skykit is terrible at hiding his emotions. Even if his face denies it, his big green eyes will tell the real story. Any secret can be pried out of him - something he hates, but something he must deal with.
[220 words]
History:
Skykit was born to a happy young queen who loved and treasured him; ironically he was the strongest of her little litter of three, and his two sisters died. The first three months of Skykit's little life were the best he - or indeed anybody else - could possibly wish for. His mother was gentle and kind and sweet and everybody loved her, and she'd passed her lovely nature down to her son. His father was unknown, but whenever Skykit brought it up, his mother would just smile sadly and promise that he would see Daddy, but not for a long long time. Then she'd change the subject to something completely irrelevant, but Skykit always wondered why he couldn't see his Daddy. He thought it over for a long time, turning it over and over in his head, but he couldn't quite manage to see just why his mother seemed to hope he wouldn't see Daddy for a long time yet.
When Skykit hit 3 moons, disaster struck. In the dead of the night, a dark shape crept into the den. Its black and white paw hooked up a small body stealthily, and before the queen had time to scream - a large wound was dealt and she thumped to the ground, bleeding heavily. Her son woke up suddenly, and raced over to her. He, too frightened to call for help, frantically smothered his entire self over her wound in hope of making it better. This did not help a mite, but his mother sobbed, touched to the very core, and gave him a shaky lick. Then she was gone, hunting in StarClan where Daddy was.
Skykit woke up with a terrible coldness over his back. Huddling up into a ball, he shuddered, and suddenly stopped. Where was Mommy? It took a long time to remember, and when he did, he sank to the ground, his fragile little body shaking with tears. Since then, Skykit had been obsessed with medicine, believing that if he had been good at healing at the time, maybe his mother needn't have died.
[347 words]
