Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 13:01:20 GMT -5
What's in a name...
My name is Nightkit.
Age before beauty? Psh!
I'm about 12 moons old or so.
Don't you dare call me a tom!
I'm a lady... That's why.
Just where do your loyalties lie...
I'm a proud Shadowclan cat.
Know your place.
As of now, I'm a kit.
Big is beautiful!
Nightkit has grown to quite the size. She is, without a doubt, one of the biggest kits. She looks just like her father, the poor dear... She is huge and jet black, with paws that look like they'd fit on a cat three or four times her size. Her fur is short to medium length like her father's, but her eyes are the gentle blue of her mother's... With such big paws her steps are heavy, and her kittish nature makes her unstable. And yet she's learning rapidly how to use those paws to her advantage, and she knew that eventually she would grow into them.
Daddy's princess
Nightkit is a dainty little thing at heart. And she longs so deeply to truly be so. And yet with her size it is rather difficult. She can often be seen practicing her little prance, though her paws make it quite impossible. And though her actions may come off as prissy, this young she-cat really was not. She just had a deep longing to be considered pretty. On the outside the she-cat looked very much like her father. And where it helped with the fighting and the physical things... It didn't help with being pretty... And that is what she longed for. And yet truly this young she-cat was quite the opposite from her parents... Or at least what her parents let everyone else see of them... Truly this young feline was a kind and caring little one... She held the same sharp tongue as her two parents, and yet the coments that flowed from this little one were never sharp sarcasm, but instead witty coments used to uplift or encourage, perhaps entertain or even tease. She is a somewhat outspoken kitten, and yet she speaks what is on her mind, but tints it with the rose colored glasses, never wishing to make anyone feel bad.
What's your story?
Nightkit's story is not terribly long... But it is one full of action and terror for the poor little one... She lived life as a kit, happily for a few moons. Things were going well, she was growing rapidly, as were the rest of her syblings...
But then one day, while her parents were showing them the forest, Two-leggers came... They were huge! And there were so many of them! They caught the cats, considering they couldn't move so fast with so many little ones... They were caught and carted off to some unknown location...
Nightkit was terrified! They took mommy and her brothers and sisters away... But when they tried to lay one of their naked paws on her, her daddy gave them some nice slash marks to remember him by... So they ended up leaving her with her father...
Well moons and moons passed, she grew more and more each day, until she was around 6 moons old. Her father was distressed because she should be getting a mentor and getting her training. Well she didn't remember much of this, but her father soon took on that role, teaching her about the Warrior Code, and even teaching her some fighting moves, well... What he could in that tiny cramped space...
She learned all she could from her father there in that cage, until one day... The two leggers got careless! They left their cage open for just a few moments, and bam! Her father was out of the cage and headed for the open window! Well she wasn't about to be left behind, and she bolted for it as well! Soon enough the pair of cats were out and on their way to what her father called... Home.
Your family is everything...
Her father Sharpfang is all she knows she has left. Dalmationpaw, her brother, also survived as well, but she doesn't know this.
Halt, who goes there? What's the password?
Antidiluvian
My name is Nightkit.
Age before beauty? Psh!
I'm about 12 moons old or so.
Don't you dare call me a tom!
I'm a lady... That's why.
Just where do your loyalties lie...
I'm a proud Shadowclan cat.
Know your place.
As of now, I'm a kit.
Big is beautiful!
Nightkit has grown to quite the size. She is, without a doubt, one of the biggest kits. She looks just like her father, the poor dear... She is huge and jet black, with paws that look like they'd fit on a cat three or four times her size. Her fur is short to medium length like her father's, but her eyes are the gentle blue of her mother's... With such big paws her steps are heavy, and her kittish nature makes her unstable. And yet she's learning rapidly how to use those paws to her advantage, and she knew that eventually she would grow into them.
Daddy's princess
Nightkit is a dainty little thing at heart. And she longs so deeply to truly be so. And yet with her size it is rather difficult. She can often be seen practicing her little prance, though her paws make it quite impossible. And though her actions may come off as prissy, this young she-cat really was not. She just had a deep longing to be considered pretty. On the outside the she-cat looked very much like her father. And where it helped with the fighting and the physical things... It didn't help with being pretty... And that is what she longed for. And yet truly this young she-cat was quite the opposite from her parents... Or at least what her parents let everyone else see of them... Truly this young feline was a kind and caring little one... She held the same sharp tongue as her two parents, and yet the coments that flowed from this little one were never sharp sarcasm, but instead witty coments used to uplift or encourage, perhaps entertain or even tease. She is a somewhat outspoken kitten, and yet she speaks what is on her mind, but tints it with the rose colored glasses, never wishing to make anyone feel bad.
What's your story?
Nightkit's story is not terribly long... But it is one full of action and terror for the poor little one... She lived life as a kit, happily for a few moons. Things were going well, she was growing rapidly, as were the rest of her syblings...
But then one day, while her parents were showing them the forest, Two-leggers came... They were huge! And there were so many of them! They caught the cats, considering they couldn't move so fast with so many little ones... They were caught and carted off to some unknown location...
Nightkit was terrified! They took mommy and her brothers and sisters away... But when they tried to lay one of their naked paws on her, her daddy gave them some nice slash marks to remember him by... So they ended up leaving her with her father...
Well moons and moons passed, she grew more and more each day, until she was around 6 moons old. Her father was distressed because she should be getting a mentor and getting her training. Well she didn't remember much of this, but her father soon took on that role, teaching her about the Warrior Code, and even teaching her some fighting moves, well... What he could in that tiny cramped space...
She learned all she could from her father there in that cage, until one day... The two leggers got careless! They left their cage open for just a few moments, and bam! Her father was out of the cage and headed for the open window! Well she wasn't about to be left behind, and she bolted for it as well! Soon enough the pair of cats were out and on their way to what her father called... Home.
Your family is everything...
Her father Sharpfang is all she knows she has left. Dalmationpaw, her brother, also survived as well, but she doesn't know this.
Halt, who goes there? What's the password?
Antidiluvian
