Post by ginger on Jun 17, 2009 23:07:31 GMT -5
Name: Eveningkit
Gender: Tom
Age: 3 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Appearance: Fluffy and sleek, Eveningkit is a graceful white tom with dainty little paws. He is cobby in stature, but a look in his dignified eyes would tell he's not embarrassed of his chubby features. There is a scar, little but significant, on his left shoulder. It is from an attack when he was two moons old. Surprisingly, he has six toes, allowing not really jumping power but making it easier for balancing. With a broad, round face, he has willowy gray whiskers and a small, red nose. Moving up, the tom holds the color of sparkling clear green that go well with his bright snow pelt. The kit's paw pads are rosy red too, but not as crimson, instead a faded red.
He has a wobble in his walk, and whenever he struts around his hips sway and his long, sweeping tail flicks left and right. Others laugh at this, but it's so natural he couldn't be able to stop. Everything he does though is delicate. The swing of his tiny paw, the shaking of his head when he sneezes, even the bending of his legs when he jumps is almost planned to be beautiful like a ballerina. However, cats usually don't take it that way.
And in short: Semi long-haired gleaming white tom with graceful movs and twinkling green eyes.
Personality: Though he is proud and bouncy, his littermates pick on him and bully him. Sometimes he's so scared he runs to the protection of his mom, where they can't injure him. After that, they snicker, "Poor old Evie, can't go anywhere without his mommy. How cute.'' His temper boils, then he runs up tells everything to the queens in the nursery. Then they chide the bullies, but the cycles spins around again.
In fact, he has barely been crushed and still tastes adventure whenever he awake. He spills out a lot, and not very good at secrets, but great at telling them. That's what his flaw is when it comes to relations. However, he'll stick to a friend and be with them, even in trouble or tragedy. Sweet and a silver-tongued devil, the tom blushes a lot and is embarrassed often. Maybe he should have been called 'Bashful'. Like most kits, he is ignorant of rules and always is excited, and nothing can injure that.
His favourite hobby is pestering warriors, tied with hanging out. His dislikes are doing chores and listening to elders' stories, he thinks, What's the point in telling stories when you can make them up? But every tale always brings out emotion in him, whether its tears, anger, joy, or blushing. His mother told him to respect the elders, and he does...kind of. With very little patience for the warriors, leader, medicine cat and deputy, plus the kits bullying him, many of his friends are apprentices.
History: He was born in Rogue territory, Elodie was his aunt. Evening's mother had been weakened greatly by the epidemic of green-cough, and the healer advised she avoid him in case he caught it too. So the ragdoll she-cat took care of him. Until he realized she was hiding a big secret: his dad was in the Clans. The kit had heard his dad was strong, brave, and wise, while serving deputy of ThunderClan. So he ran away, away from lies, away from the ruthless group of cats, and into the four Clans' territory. He had wanted to know his dad and get to see him. But the first Clan h stumbled into was RiverClan, and, half-starved, agreed to stay. He has never seen his dad, and probably never will...
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