Post by sandpelt on Aug 13, 2009 12:10:44 GMT -5
Name:Sandkit
Age: 3 moons
Gender: male
Clan: Windclan
Rank:Kit
Picture: Link here
Appearance:A rather short frame sits upon small legs making SandKit the "runt" so to speak. His fur is a shimmering orange that reminds his clanmates of desert sand. His fur is a bit more fluffy in comparison to his denmates. He was basically the oddball.His eyes shine green, a sharp contrast between his fur and eyes,and are full of curiousity and wonder. Underneath all his fluff is actually a slender body which is typical for his clan.
Personality:SandKit is a wild free spirit, always looking to have fun and get everything out of his day. Curiousity dominates most other traits as he always asks questions and searches around camp for anything new to learn about. He enjoys talking to the elders about what it was like when they were younger, Sandkit likes to use his knowledge to impress his denmates and clanmates alike. He is sneaky when he needs to be. always practicing his hunting skills on the poor unsuspecting denmates.
History: Sandkit was born to a rogue mother, who was an ex windclan cat. The world outside the clans was tough with only her so she decided to bring the freshborn kit to the doorstep of her old clan before bounding away hardly looking back to see the fate of her kit. At first the clan was goin to dispose of the kit and add him to the fresh kill pile. A kind queen with kits about the same age as himself quickly shielded him from harm and brought him to the nursery. Since then Sandkit has been accepted into the clan but few still feel he will never truly be a windclan cat.
Role Play Sample: Sandkit rolled around in the clearing close to the nursery gaining heat from the ground below. a daily ritual that he performed in the warmer season. Quickly he finished up and felt the warmth deep in his fluffy fur. It was time for him to head to the elders den, this morning he was feeling especially inquizzitive and wished to discuss war stories.
His daydreaming was cut short as a yelp emanated from the elders den followed by angry voices that drifted towards him. the volume reaching higher and higher as he neared the source. Bounding into the entrance of the den Sandkit was caught off guard by two fighting elders that had clashed and bowled straight into him.Backup had arrived in the form of the clan deputy. Strong and admirable he leaped into the midst of the battle which seemed to cease instantly. Sandkit decided this was a good time to back out and head to safety.With his heart slowing back to normal he headed back to the nursery to share his experience with his denmates.
Secret Word: whisper
Other: Sandkit has never met his father but knows that his father was not born of the windclan
Age: 3 moons
Gender: male
Clan: Windclan
Rank:Kit
Picture: Link here
Appearance:A rather short frame sits upon small legs making SandKit the "runt" so to speak. His fur is a shimmering orange that reminds his clanmates of desert sand. His fur is a bit more fluffy in comparison to his denmates. He was basically the oddball.His eyes shine green, a sharp contrast between his fur and eyes,and are full of curiousity and wonder. Underneath all his fluff is actually a slender body which is typical for his clan.
Personality:SandKit is a wild free spirit, always looking to have fun and get everything out of his day. Curiousity dominates most other traits as he always asks questions and searches around camp for anything new to learn about. He enjoys talking to the elders about what it was like when they were younger, Sandkit likes to use his knowledge to impress his denmates and clanmates alike. He is sneaky when he needs to be. always practicing his hunting skills on the poor unsuspecting denmates.
History: Sandkit was born to a rogue mother, who was an ex windclan cat. The world outside the clans was tough with only her so she decided to bring the freshborn kit to the doorstep of her old clan before bounding away hardly looking back to see the fate of her kit. At first the clan was goin to dispose of the kit and add him to the fresh kill pile. A kind queen with kits about the same age as himself quickly shielded him from harm and brought him to the nursery. Since then Sandkit has been accepted into the clan but few still feel he will never truly be a windclan cat.
Role Play Sample: Sandkit rolled around in the clearing close to the nursery gaining heat from the ground below. a daily ritual that he performed in the warmer season. Quickly he finished up and felt the warmth deep in his fluffy fur. It was time for him to head to the elders den, this morning he was feeling especially inquizzitive and wished to discuss war stories.
His daydreaming was cut short as a yelp emanated from the elders den followed by angry voices that drifted towards him. the volume reaching higher and higher as he neared the source. Bounding into the entrance of the den Sandkit was caught off guard by two fighting elders that had clashed and bowled straight into him.Backup had arrived in the form of the clan deputy. Strong and admirable he leaped into the midst of the battle which seemed to cease instantly. Sandkit decided this was a good time to back out and head to safety.With his heart slowing back to normal he headed back to the nursery to share his experience with his denmates.
Secret Word: whisper
Other: Sandkit has never met his father but knows that his father was not born of the windclan