Post by Eaglekit on Oct 19, 2009 0:20:33 GMT -5
Name:Eaglekit
Age: 4 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: shadowclan
Rank: kit
Picture:
Appearance:
Eaglekit was a blend between his mother and father. From his father he got his tabby stripes, the pride of Tigerclan. From his mother he got his sienna color fur which showed off his black stripes more. His eyes were always the strangest of him as they were a deeper tint of brown. At times a soft orange might shine though. He only has one scar on his scruff from his half sister’s father.
Personality:
Eaglekit was never shy, his brown eyes always keep curious of cats. Though most think he is wondering his mind had been in a distrust mood since he was taken away from his original clan. His only close friend is Hollykit because she has always been there, even though sometimes it seems she doesn’t want to be. He dislikes most prey served in Shadowclan and prefers his home clan prey of fish. His likes are talking with Hollykit and playing.
History:
For such a young cat Eaglekit was stuck in drama from the day he was born. He was one of two cats though his other litter mate wasn’t full blood to him. His name was Mudkit and his sister, Blossomkit. To tell the history of this young kit you would have to know the history of his mother, Pondlily.
Pondlily was the kind of she cat never to make up her mind of who she loved. Starclan never destine she would fall for a rouge, Clay, and hoped to find love in her best friend Eaglefeather. They timing was wrong when Pondlily finally see her love blossomed in front of her as Eaglefeather and her spent a long night away from camp and the following days being told she was pregnant.
Pondlily decided Starclan was telling her Eaglefeather should be her mate, not Clay. She began to ignore the rouge as he mark his trail along the border of territory. Her belly swelled with kits, the time was drawing near to the night she gave birth. Two kits lay near her body, only looking like her and her new beloved mate Eanglefeather and other a mix between what Pondlily dead brother looked like.
Here where Mudkit history comes in. It had been a week since his birth and he laid there drinking the sweet milk of his mother. Everything was knew to him, he doesn’t even realize he alive yet except for the soft mews of some other cats. Today there was something not right in camp as the queens began to huddle there kits to the back, only Pondlily didn’t.
Mudkit could smell the odd odor of Clay in the air, and then the husky voice break the light air. He was angry; he wanted to see these kits that were not his. He yowled his disagreements to the camp how they were his kits. He wanted them, to raise them, and there he made his mistake of grabbing both Blossomkit and Mudkit at the same time.
As Clay started his run, a body rammed his side crushing a couple of ribs. It was Pondlily! Another crash came from the other side, Eaglefeather! Clay had no time for these two soft hearted Riverclan cats. He slashed his claws two deadly strikes to both in the process dropping Blossomkit. Mudkit little ears only heard Pondlily weak yowls Eagle… Eagle come back… If you don’t come back I’m coming to you… Mudkit only thought it was him she was calling to.
Clay kept his steady pace forgetting his only actual kit behind. In his mouth was Mudkit who was now confused at his name. Clay had been hit badly on both sides and his chest heaved for air as he ran. His teeth locked in sharper on Mudkit’s scruff making blood weld up from the holes. Clay’s ribs were had been broken beyond repair and before his next step he collapsed dead leaving Mudkit alone.
This is the part of the story that turns sad, here was a lonely kit lost in a swamp area, barely able to walk and his clan rival, Shadowclan, has picked up his trail. He was caught, brought back, and asked his name. “Eagle…”, he mewed his first word the fell asleep at the leader’s paws. He was greeted a moon or two later by his den mate Hollykit.
Role Play Sample:
It was dead night in the swamp lands, Eaglekit knew this well. He only seen the outside once before but one day he promised to go beyond what he had seen, to find the missing link in his heart. For a kit he wondered way to much about life, the elders even told him he did. Still he had to be the best for he was not clan born.
“He has the blood of rouge, and a heart of a fish”, hissed the cat who found him that night. He never knew what it meant, a heart of a fish, but it seemed bad when mixed with poisoned words. Eagle was a name he wanted to live up to in the camp of traitors and shadows.
It was beginning to turn cold outside, and even in the nursery warmth seemed to fade at this time. His first objective was to curl up next to hollykit but he had seen the older warriors do that in affection and the last thing he needed was to think he liked a yucky she cat like that. He laid his head down on his paws with his tail over his eyes and hope to find warmth in his sleep. One day down, another 100s to go.
Secret Word: whisper
Other: HELLO PEOPLE!
Age: 4 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: shadowclan
Rank: kit
Picture:
Appearance:
Eaglekit was a blend between his mother and father. From his father he got his tabby stripes, the pride of Tigerclan. From his mother he got his sienna color fur which showed off his black stripes more. His eyes were always the strangest of him as they were a deeper tint of brown. At times a soft orange might shine though. He only has one scar on his scruff from his half sister’s father.
Personality:
Eaglekit was never shy, his brown eyes always keep curious of cats. Though most think he is wondering his mind had been in a distrust mood since he was taken away from his original clan. His only close friend is Hollykit because she has always been there, even though sometimes it seems she doesn’t want to be. He dislikes most prey served in Shadowclan and prefers his home clan prey of fish. His likes are talking with Hollykit and playing.
History:
For such a young cat Eaglekit was stuck in drama from the day he was born. He was one of two cats though his other litter mate wasn’t full blood to him. His name was Mudkit and his sister, Blossomkit. To tell the history of this young kit you would have to know the history of his mother, Pondlily.
Pondlily was the kind of she cat never to make up her mind of who she loved. Starclan never destine she would fall for a rouge, Clay, and hoped to find love in her best friend Eaglefeather. They timing was wrong when Pondlily finally see her love blossomed in front of her as Eaglefeather and her spent a long night away from camp and the following days being told she was pregnant.
Pondlily decided Starclan was telling her Eaglefeather should be her mate, not Clay. She began to ignore the rouge as he mark his trail along the border of territory. Her belly swelled with kits, the time was drawing near to the night she gave birth. Two kits lay near her body, only looking like her and her new beloved mate Eanglefeather and other a mix between what Pondlily dead brother looked like.
Here where Mudkit history comes in. It had been a week since his birth and he laid there drinking the sweet milk of his mother. Everything was knew to him, he doesn’t even realize he alive yet except for the soft mews of some other cats. Today there was something not right in camp as the queens began to huddle there kits to the back, only Pondlily didn’t.
Mudkit could smell the odd odor of Clay in the air, and then the husky voice break the light air. He was angry; he wanted to see these kits that were not his. He yowled his disagreements to the camp how they were his kits. He wanted them, to raise them, and there he made his mistake of grabbing both Blossomkit and Mudkit at the same time.
As Clay started his run, a body rammed his side crushing a couple of ribs. It was Pondlily! Another crash came from the other side, Eaglefeather! Clay had no time for these two soft hearted Riverclan cats. He slashed his claws two deadly strikes to both in the process dropping Blossomkit. Mudkit little ears only heard Pondlily weak yowls Eagle… Eagle come back… If you don’t come back I’m coming to you… Mudkit only thought it was him she was calling to.
Clay kept his steady pace forgetting his only actual kit behind. In his mouth was Mudkit who was now confused at his name. Clay had been hit badly on both sides and his chest heaved for air as he ran. His teeth locked in sharper on Mudkit’s scruff making blood weld up from the holes. Clay’s ribs were had been broken beyond repair and before his next step he collapsed dead leaving Mudkit alone.
This is the part of the story that turns sad, here was a lonely kit lost in a swamp area, barely able to walk and his clan rival, Shadowclan, has picked up his trail. He was caught, brought back, and asked his name. “Eagle…”, he mewed his first word the fell asleep at the leader’s paws. He was greeted a moon or two later by his den mate Hollykit.
Role Play Sample:
It was dead night in the swamp lands, Eaglekit knew this well. He only seen the outside once before but one day he promised to go beyond what he had seen, to find the missing link in his heart. For a kit he wondered way to much about life, the elders even told him he did. Still he had to be the best for he was not clan born.
“He has the blood of rouge, and a heart of a fish”, hissed the cat who found him that night. He never knew what it meant, a heart of a fish, but it seemed bad when mixed with poisoned words. Eagle was a name he wanted to live up to in the camp of traitors and shadows.
It was beginning to turn cold outside, and even in the nursery warmth seemed to fade at this time. His first objective was to curl up next to hollykit but he had seen the older warriors do that in affection and the last thing he needed was to think he liked a yucky she cat like that. He laid his head down on his paws with his tail over his eyes and hope to find warmth in his sleep. One day down, another 100s to go.
Secret Word: whisper
Other: HELLO PEOPLE!