KITETAIL .x. : D

[Eagleh]

[Kitetail]

[keep it to yourself]

i can also play chess lolololol.


They call me Kitepaw.

If I wasn't a tom, something would be wrong.

I am only fifteen moons, but I will be strong.

I will protect WindClan with my life.

I happen to be blind.

[this is how i protect them]

[/left]this is my all time low. somehow it feels so familiar. somehow it seems so familiar.

a p p e a r e n c e

Kitetail is a lithe dark brown tabby tom with milky blue eyes. Blind.

Kitetail's head is rather slim, with prominent cheekbones. His muzzle is elongated more than usual, and his face is slightly shorter than normal. If his eyes had been a normal amber, it would have msde him look dignified. Now, he just looks handsome but helpless. Above his milky blue eyes are black tabby markings, etched firmly on short brown fur. His ears are slim and pointed, rather than short and round. His neck is slim. Because he cannot see, his ears are extrodinarily good, and the tom can pinpoint almost anything. The insides of his ears are pale pink with thin brown fuzz.

His body is slim. Long and lithe with skinny limbs, Kitetail seems rather weak. However, his legs are stronger than they look. He looks frail, but the tom has proven that he is strong. His pelt is a deep brown, covered with black stripes. For this reason, it's easy to see him against the skyline, but hard against the dirt or against the mud. His back legs are stronger than his front legs, as Kitepaw is good at jumping. His strange strength is thought to be compensation for his disability.

His tail is long and good for balancing. It is a dark brown, criss-crossed with black stripes. It also has a black tip.

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p e r s o n a l i t y[/i][/u]

If you asked for one word in the whole wide world to describe Kitetail, that word would be 'brave.'

That's what Kitetail is. Born blind, he is desperate to prove himself. He wants to become a warrior more than anything else in the world. He can tell cats by scent, recognize all sounds through his ears; basically, he can do anything and everything except for seeing. He's sick of other cats pitying him, telling him what he can and cannot do. He's sick of cats telling him that he can't be a warrior.

Born as the runt of a litter of runts, Kitepaw was never the most appreciated cat. No one ever told him that one day, he would be the best warrior the forest had ever seen. No, he was ushered to the elder's den and told to 'entertain them'.

But unlike a certain cynical cat from the books, Kitepaw doesn't express his discontent through anger. He has a mentor who teaches him, and he learns each day. His mentor tries to take advantage of the senses Kitepaw does have, in order to teach the tom more.

And Kitetail is content. He's learning to become a warrior, even though he is blind. It fills him with a fierce sense of pride; the idea of dying for his Clan. He would love to die in battle to protect someone he loves. As a blind tom, he knows that he is somewhat expendable. He could never measure up to the weakest warrior.

That's what they think, anyways. Kitetail is determined to become the best warrior ever. He's going to train as hard as he can so he can be a warrior and protect the other members of his Clan. WindClan is important to him, and he's brave enough to want to die for it.

Not all cats are blessed with this courage. Is it just a cruel trick that when one comes along, he happens to be blind?

It's something that Kitetail has wondered.

It's something he has tossed aside.

He doesn't care. He's going to try his hardest anyways.

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h i s t o r y

[parents]

Jackalclaw was an disliked warrior. Flurrycloud was a disliked warrior. They bonded over their apprenticeship, and serviced the Clan even if the Clan didn't appreciate them. Eventually, Flurrycloud became pregnant. The day Kitekit was born, Jackalclaw fell from the cliffs overlooking the water. Flurrycloud was so traumatized she tried to kill her kit who looked exactly like Jackalclaw. Kitekit was rescued and Flurrycloud was thrown out. She killed herself soon after.

[kithood]

It wasn't that Kitekit was dislike as a kit. It wasn't that he didn't try to get along with the others. It wasn't that he was picked on and ran.

It's just that he didn't click with any of the other kits.

He was blind, and they could see. So they left him out of their games; they abandoned him from their plans. Kitekit grew up alone, but he didn't really care. He understood the reason he was left out, and vowed to overcome it.

His other siblings, Whitekit and Poppykit, died as well. They were small like him, though they didn't have disabilities. Frail and weak, they succumbed to greencough during leafbare.

Kitekit was now left alone. He drifted into his own little world, and only began to come out before the start of his apprentice years. He began making new friends. At night, he would fall alseep wondering what they looked like.

Wondering what a cat looked like.

[apprentice]

"From now on, your name shall be Kitepaw." Amberstar's voice rang out loud and clear.

Kitepaw was estatic. He, despite all odds, was an apprentice. He had made it, received a mentor, and would begin training.

The other apprentices were better than him in every single way. Even though they all exchanged friendly jibes before they went to sleep; even though they were all pals- Kitepaw couldn't help but feeling excluded.

He was blind, but he would one day be a warrior.

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[everyone deserves a second chance]

it's gonna kill me the rest of my life. let me apologize while i'm still alive.

r o l e p l a y s a m p l e[/u]

It was cold. Pretty much a given, since it was always cold in the marsh at night. The wind was howling ferociously; thunder baying like a pack of wild dogs. Rain pelted down on the ground, turning dirt into mud and mud into a swirling vortex of rivers. The treeline, many fox-lengths away, was swaying with the breeze; the pine needles falling to the ground in a flurry. The blazing light of the sky as it split open was enough to blind any cat mouse-brained enough to be on the moor at night.

Ebonypaw trudged onwards, his feet covered in mud. His long fur was caught by the rain and the dirt, turning the tom's black pelt brown. His eyes were only half open, the tom squinting to shield them against the driving rain. For once he was glad of his short tail, not long enough to drag on the ground.

Almost angrily, his tail lashed (somewhat) through the air. The tom licked his chest fur in an attempt to at least feel a tiny bit clean, a futile gesture of resistance against the storm. But it wasn't the storm's fault that the black apprentice was out in the middle of the tempest. His mentor had berated him, saying that Ebonypaw would never be a good hunter.

Well, Ebonypaw would show him. The tom growled, twitching his short whiskers irritably. His strong shoulders rippled under his muddy pelt as he walked, the tom struggling to scent anything in the midst of the rain. His mentor had said that there were ground squirrels and chipmunks out on the marsh, but Ebonypaw couldn't catch them if the black tom kept using the same lumbering technique. Now, determined to be mouse-brained, Ebonypaw had come out to the fen in the middle of the storm.

The tom's thoughts drifted back to his warm nest back in the camp, surronded by the warm scent of pine trees. He sighed and looked behind him at the treeline, growing almost invisible in the greyness that was the rain. Angrily, Ebonypaw scuffed the ground with his paws. He couldn't turn back now.

He focused his attention on the task ahead of him, gingerly taking another step. His paw slipped in the mud, and the heavyset black tom found himself tumbling through the slimy substance. After the ground around him had stopped spinning, Ebonypaw shook away his dizziness and tried to climb to his feet. It did not good, and the tom slipped again, this time into a more watery patch of mud.

He got up more slowly this time, drenched in water and mud from muzzle to tail. His back began to itch, and an uncomfortable feeling began to spread over him. Water and sludge dripped from the tips of his ears above his ears, and the large tom sighed.

"Foxdung."

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codeword[/i][/u]

ANTEDILUVIAN.

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