Post by Eagleh on Feb 7, 2009 8:04:15 GMT -5
Name:
LuckyKit
Age:
0 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Riverclan
Rank:
Kit
Peltage:
LuckyKit looks nothing like her sister. She is a tuxedo cat, her fur a light gray color except for her chest, belly, paws, and a splash up between the eyes. These eyes are a bright green that sparkle with an eagerness to explore. Her form is tiny, even for a kit, and yet that doesn't stop her from doing anything she sets her mind to. The little one's body shape will be slender and always small, no matter how old she gets, but that won't slow her up much at all, for her intelligence helps with finding ways to deal with her tiny stature.
(Optional)Picture:
Personality:
Luckykit is (Or will be) exactly as her name implies... Lucky. Many things will happen in this young cat's life that threaten her very life again and again. And yet she always survives. She is an eager young cat, and despite her small size, she is always eager to do everything anyone else does, just to prove she can. No matter how many times anyone assures her she has nothing to prove, she will try to prove herself anyway. She is eager to please and yet this also means pleasing her sister Mysterykit, so these two become quite a pair in RiverClan, causing quite a bit of commotion in the camp with their games. She is exceedingly curious, just like any kit, though she will go to any length to explore every inch of her surroundings, that includes outside of camp at times... And yet with a good rebukeing, she will come right back, her eagerness to please kicking in much more that her explorative nature.
History:
(The kits aren't yet born, so this will be a quick look at what I see happening with her.) Luckykit will be born to Greenclover and Whisperheart, two cats of entirely different clans. She is born in a litter of three, though only the pair of she-cats survived. Luckykit will have many times where she gets into close calls and yet barely scrapes through, earning her name, time and time again. Her first close encounter will be from birth, when she came out of the womb, she wasn't breathing and was thought stillborn, and yet after a minute or so she started breathing and mewling out pitifully, earning rapid licks from her mother and a breathless naming. Luckykit will chose to stay with her mother in RiverClan through her sister may chose to go to her father in WindClan. This will cause strife between the two kits, for they would have grown up so close as kits. But how this is to affect the clans, or the syblings in the future, is yet unknown.
IC:
Luckykit was padding just outside of the entrance to RiverClan camp. She purred eagerly at her own smart moves, congratulating herself as she set to exploring. She padded across the stream, which was barely a trickle, here in the incredible heat of the last couple moons. She was free. Free to explore to her heart's content... At least until her mother came to find her that is. Or she was found by one of the patrols... But until then she would enjoy what she was doing. She padded on through the area, looking about through wide eager eyes as the shafts of sunlight filtered down to dance over her light gray fur, giving it a glittering silver sheen. Yet, little did the little one know, she was being watched... From high above, a hawk wheeled about on the thermals, watching the tiny kit who strayed so far from it's mother. Suddenly, without warning, the hawk swooped down on the unsuspecting kit, and yet at the last second gave a shrill scream. This was enough for the tiny kit, and some quick reflexes brought the little one darting to the left, the claws of the hawk just barely scrapeing her side. She cried out, but zigged and zagged this way and that as she high tailed it back toward camp, splashing through the trickling stream and running into camp. She didn't stop until she was safe inside the nursery, wide eyed, hackles up, and panting, but safe. You can bet the little one got quite a rebukeing for that, and yet once again the little one had lived up to her name... This... Was Luckykit.
LuckyKit
Age:
0 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Riverclan
Rank:
Kit
Peltage:
LuckyKit looks nothing like her sister. She is a tuxedo cat, her fur a light gray color except for her chest, belly, paws, and a splash up between the eyes. These eyes are a bright green that sparkle with an eagerness to explore. Her form is tiny, even for a kit, and yet that doesn't stop her from doing anything she sets her mind to. The little one's body shape will be slender and always small, no matter how old she gets, but that won't slow her up much at all, for her intelligence helps with finding ways to deal with her tiny stature.
(Optional)Picture:
Personality:
Luckykit is (Or will be) exactly as her name implies... Lucky. Many things will happen in this young cat's life that threaten her very life again and again. And yet she always survives. She is an eager young cat, and despite her small size, she is always eager to do everything anyone else does, just to prove she can. No matter how many times anyone assures her she has nothing to prove, she will try to prove herself anyway. She is eager to please and yet this also means pleasing her sister Mysterykit, so these two become quite a pair in RiverClan, causing quite a bit of commotion in the camp with their games. She is exceedingly curious, just like any kit, though she will go to any length to explore every inch of her surroundings, that includes outside of camp at times... And yet with a good rebukeing, she will come right back, her eagerness to please kicking in much more that her explorative nature.
History:
(The kits aren't yet born, so this will be a quick look at what I see happening with her.) Luckykit will be born to Greenclover and Whisperheart, two cats of entirely different clans. She is born in a litter of three, though only the pair of she-cats survived. Luckykit will have many times where she gets into close calls and yet barely scrapes through, earning her name, time and time again. Her first close encounter will be from birth, when she came out of the womb, she wasn't breathing and was thought stillborn, and yet after a minute or so she started breathing and mewling out pitifully, earning rapid licks from her mother and a breathless naming. Luckykit will chose to stay with her mother in RiverClan through her sister may chose to go to her father in WindClan. This will cause strife between the two kits, for they would have grown up so close as kits. But how this is to affect the clans, or the syblings in the future, is yet unknown.
IC:
Luckykit was padding just outside of the entrance to RiverClan camp. She purred eagerly at her own smart moves, congratulating herself as she set to exploring. She padded across the stream, which was barely a trickle, here in the incredible heat of the last couple moons. She was free. Free to explore to her heart's content... At least until her mother came to find her that is. Or she was found by one of the patrols... But until then she would enjoy what she was doing. She padded on through the area, looking about through wide eager eyes as the shafts of sunlight filtered down to dance over her light gray fur, giving it a glittering silver sheen. Yet, little did the little one know, she was being watched... From high above, a hawk wheeled about on the thermals, watching the tiny kit who strayed so far from it's mother. Suddenly, without warning, the hawk swooped down on the unsuspecting kit, and yet at the last second gave a shrill scream. This was enough for the tiny kit, and some quick reflexes brought the little one darting to the left, the claws of the hawk just barely scrapeing her side. She cried out, but zigged and zagged this way and that as she high tailed it back toward camp, splashing through the trickling stream and running into camp. She didn't stop until she was safe inside the nursery, wide eyed, hackles up, and panting, but safe. You can bet the little one got quite a rebukeing for that, and yet once again the little one had lived up to her name... This... Was Luckykit.
