Ki's Kats

Name: Doveheart
Age: 80 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Elder
Mate/Crush: Rainpelt (Deceased)
Kin: Bluekit (Daughter, deceased); Harekit (Son, deceased); Birchpaw (Son, deceased); Featherstep (Daughter, deceased)
Description: Doveheart, in her prime, was a pretty little queen. Her build is graceful and slender, but was never much for fighting. Everything about her is long. Her body, her legs, her tail. Doveheart has a sweet face too. Her eyes are a dazzling blue and are almost almond-shaped. Everything is petite and sweet, right down to her pink heart-shaped nose. Though her long white pelt does stand out a bit against the trees of their territory, it suits her. She has few markings, only a bit of light brown on the tips of her ears and on one of her front paws. Otherwise, she's completely white. Time as been kind to her. Doveheart looks as good as she did when she was a queen. The only difference is that she walks with a limp.
Personality: Doveheart's personality fits her sweet looks. She's very kind. She used to be a queen, after all! You had to be nice if you wanted to raise kits. All her life Doveheart as had a soft spot for little ones. Kits endear her and can usually get whatever they want out of her, if they act cute enough. Apprentices can always come to her for advice and for a good story. Doveheart is very wise in that way. She's been through good times and bad times. Loss and gain. Doveheart tries to help younger cats-kits, apprentices, and warriors-to learn from her mistakes. Sometimes she misses going hunting and having a good play fight, but for the most part she's a happy elder. Content to lay in the sun and watch the wide-eyed kits play and the apprentices train.
History: Dovekit was born to a beautiful queen named Swansong. Her father was unknown, but it was rumored that he dwelled was in ShadowClan. This, however, was never proven and no father ever spoke up. So Dovekit was raised in ThunderClan. She was her mother's only kit, and she was very healthy. Your typical kit, really. Dovekit played in the sun and loved to nestle against her mother on cold nights. Most cats instantly fell in love with the slender kit. Elders loved to tell her stories and apprentices liked to play with her. Even the most cold-hearted warrior melted at the sight of her sweet, mewling face.

Dovekit became Dovepaw. It wasn't long before she found out that she was a terrible warrior. At least when it came to fighting. It was simply too hard for her to remember moves and apply them in battle. In hunting, however, she excelled. Dovepaw had an extremely sensitive nose and seemed to have a natural talent for it. There were times when the young apprentice would have to make multiple trips to carry all the fresh-kill she caught into camp. Though she was very frustrated with her own lack of battle skill, as was her mentor. Dovepaw would often go out of the camp late in the night and practice by herself. With dedication and hard work, she gained adequate battle skills. Good enough to become a warrior.

Due to her sweet and loving nature, Dovepaw was given the warrior name Doveheart. Her warrior ceremony was shared with her friend Rainpaw, her best friend. At the same time she became Doveheart, he became Rainpelt. The two had a hard time with their vigil. They kept wanting to talk and giggle, like they usually did. But they restrained themselves and settled for making funny faces. As they grew, more and more cats began to tease them about their close relationship. Everyone could see that sweet Doveheart and funny Rainpelt were more than just best friends. So no one was surprised when Doveheart had her first litter of kits. It consisted of two kits, Bluekit and Harekit. The Clan was overjoyed for them both. As it turned out, Doveheart was a spectacular mother. Raising kits suited her.

Tragedy struck. Doveheart's kits were nearing the ever important six-moon mark. At this point, she was allowing them to venture a little ways away from camp with the condition that they were back by sunhigh. Bluekit and Harekit never came back. Shortly after sunhigh when they didn't return, Rainpelt and Doveheart went looking for them. They found their kits had been killed by a badger that had wandered into the territory. Devastated, they ran back to the camp and reported the incident. The badger was, eventually, chased out of the territory. A few moons later, Doveheart and Rainpelt were ready to try for another litter of kits.

So Birchkit and Featherkit were born. Doveheart and Rainpelt were extremely protective of this litter. They didn't let them wander out of the camp at all. Whenever Rainpelt went on patrol, he concentrated greatly on scenting any dangers that could harm kits. Doveheart kept an eye on them at all times. Only when Birchkit and Featherkit became apprentices did the pair relax. They watched, proudly, as their kits grew. Neither parent could stop singing their kits' praises, much to the apprentices' embarassment. Then, another tragedy. Birchpaw was bitten by an adder. After a few nights in agony, he died. Doveheart was sent into a deep state of depression by this. Even after many moons had gone by did she even begin to show signs of cheering up. Determined to bring her mother out of this rut, Featherpaw worked harder than ever before. This effort was rewarded. Featherpaw became Featherstep, much to her mother's delight.

Doveheart and Rainpelt had no more kits. They simply watched, with great pride, as their daughter performed her warrior duties. Featherstep remained close to her parents. She went on walks with Rainpelt and gossiped with her mother every evening. One morning Rainpelt and Featherstep went on one of their daily walks while Doveheart went to train with her current apprentice. Mentor and apprentice returned at sunhigh to discover that Rainpelt and Featherstep had encountered a badger on their walk and had been killed by it. Doveheart plunged into another deep sadness, but quickly pulled herself out of it. She couldn't sit around and feel sorry for herself! Not when she was responisble for an apprentice and for keeping the Clan fed!

So Doveheart went on with her life. She did the usual things warriors did. Fought, hunted, trained various apprentices. Doveheart became a favorite mentor due to her sweet nature and firm expectations. Everyone regretted it when she retired to the elders den, due to her bad leg and her age. Doveheart still tries to remain involved in the Clan, even if she can no longer hunt and fight for them.
Roleplay example: Weeee.

Name: Bluethorn
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Apprentice: Open
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Open
Description: One word that can sum Bluethorn's appearance up in one word: scary. This cat is seriously freaky looking. Bluethorn's pelt is short and such a dark shade of gray it's almost black. Yet, in bright sunlight, it seems to be a very dark shade of blue. Bluethorn is naturally lean and muscular. A lethal combination of speed and strength. His dark green eyes seem to stare right through you. It's clear when cats look at him that Bluethorn can be either a powerful ally or a very, very dangerous enemy. (Usually its the latter, if you aren't in ShadowClan.) The only markings Bluethorn possesses are a couple of darker spots on his underbelly.
Personality: Bluethorn looks like he can kill you. And he probably will. Bluethorn is fiercely loyal to his Clan. If you aren't in his Clan, you are his enemy. Plain and simple. But if you are in his Clan, Bluethorn is relatively civil. In fact, he can sometimes be called 'friendly.' Bluethorn is a witty cat, so that makes conversation interesting. He finds apprentices and kits endearing, almost to the point where he has a soft spot for them. This does not make him an easy mentor, however. In fact, this make him go even harder on his young apprentices. Bluethorn wants nothing more than to push them to their full potential. Whatever it takes. With kits, however, he's nicer and a bit more forgiving when it comes to social mishaps. Bluethorn is a good friend to have, as he is just as loyal to his friends as he is to his Clan. (Which is usually counted as one in the same.) Kittypets, rogues, loners, and other Clan cats repulse him. Good luck making friends with this tom at a Gathering.
History: Bluethorn's kithood was uneventful. Bluekit was a strong, healthy kit from the start. He had incredible intelligence, and many cats hoped he would be as good a warrior as some of his kin. They were not disappointed!

Bluekit became Bluepaw. Bluepaw was a very good apprentice. Everything his mentor told him and taught him seemed to stick right away and was applied into all of his doings. Bluepaw like to rough house with the other apprentices a bit, when there wasn't any work to be done. Bluepaw was very close to his mentor. He wanted to be just like him. Strong, cunning, deceitful. It was sort of cute to see Bluepaw constantly at his side. Whatever his mentor did, Bluepaw did. This ended up shaping Bluepaw's character greatly. One example of this was his mentor's fierce loyalty to ShadowClan and all the cats in it. This trait was passed from mentor to apprentice. All cats were happy for this. It was obvious that Bluepaw would make a fantastic warrior. No one in the Clan wanted him to have any chance to split his loyalties between two different Clans.

Bluepaw became Bluethorn. It was the proudest day of his life. He groomed himself to perfection before the ceremony. It was amazing to hear the entire Clan chanting his warrior name, his mentor's eyes shining with unimaginable pride. Bluethorn quickly proved his loyalty and worth shortly after becoming a warrior. He was keeping an eye on two kits that were a little ways away from the camp. It was ok, since a warrior was keeping a watchful eye on them. And it was a good thing too. An adder had somehow found its way into their dark swamps and was heading for the playing kits. Bluethorn sprang into action and killed the adder quickly, earning him the nickname Adder Killer.

These days Bluethorn's goals are simple: serve the Clan to the best of his ability, and possible settle down with a nice ShadowClan queen and have a few kits of his own.
Other: I made this cat completely for the sake of fighting. XD

Name: Leopardfang
Age: 74 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Apprentice: Open
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Open
Description: Leopardfang, to say the least, is a very handsome tom. His build is lithe and light, almost like a WindClan cat's. But at the same time he's muscular and, like most in his Clan, a powerful swimmer. Leopardfang has short golden brown fur. His spotted markings, which he is named for, are all a darker brown color. His eyes are almost almond shaped and amber colored eyes. One noticeable spot just above his eyes resembles a rounded diamond to some degree. Like many warriors that are his age, Leopardfang has a few scars on him. The most prominent runs along his left flank, a reminder of a particularly harsh battle.
Personality: Leopardfang is a serious, traditional cat. He follows the warrior code strictly, believes whole-heartedly in StarClan, and thinks that cats should only have kits with cats in their own Clan. This does not mean, however, he is is not kind. Leopardfang will be among the first to help a kit in distress, regardless of the Clan. He seems to have infinite patience and a calculating mind. Leopardfang can easily figure out what a cat is capable of at their very best. And he'll hold them to that standard, making him a tough mentor. But deep down this fierce warrior has a soft heart. If you know how to get to it.
History: Leopardfang was the only kit of a pair of warriors, Dappledtail and Petalheart. As a kit he was sickly and fell prey to green cough, along with his mother. Both mother and kit managed to recover. Dappledtail, who also fell prey to the sickness, did not. Leopardkit and Petalheart grieved for him along with the rest of the Clan. Leopardkit fell prey to green cough once more before his apprenticeship began, but he recovered quickly.

Leopardkit eventually became Leopardpaw. His apprenticeship was a bit shorter than most. Like his father before him, he was a very skilled warrior. Leopardpaw learned quickly and was very diligent and hard-working. He kept close ties with his mother, who returned to her warrior duties shortly after he became an apprentice. In the middle of his apprenticeship, for the third time, fell prey to green cough along with many of the other cats. He almost did not recover. Thankfully, however, he did. Petalheart, who'd been infected for the second time, did not. Leopardpaw mourned for her deeply. Not long after, Leopardpaw became Leopardfang. He was happy, but he wished his mother had lived to see him become a warrior.

Leopardfang, thankfully, never fell prey to green cough again. Through his warrior days he served his Clan well. He still strives to be a warrior RiverClan can be proud of until the day he joins the elders in their den. Or until he dies. Whichever happens to come first.
Roleplay example: Fourth kitty.
Other: ....yup.

Name: Nala
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Mate/Crush: Open
Cutter: Nope
Kin: None that she knows of.
Description: Nala looks like she was shipped straight out of Africa, like most cats of her breed. Her main fur color is a gold-ish brown, while her markings are decidedly black. Nala's markings are an assortment of large spots and two flowing black stripes along her back. They merged into one at the base of her tail and vanish from her pelt. Her large ears, thin build, and all-around large size in general make her very wild-looking, as he name so rightly implies. Nala's eyes are a strange green color, almost like grass and mud mixed together. But the rest of her strange and exotic appearance makes up for her unappealing eye color. Everything about Nala is graceful, beautiful, and strangely wild. One can't help but wonder if her spirit is as wild as her appearance...
Collar: Nala's collar is a shockingly bright blue. So bright that it can be seen from a great distance. It also jingles. In addition to the tags saying she's had her vaccinations and her owners name and number, there's a bell. That way her Twoleg will always be able to locate her, should Nala stray too far from home.
Personality: Nala, like most of her breed, is a bit...wild. She prefers to be free to roam around Twoleg place instead of being shut up inside. She also finds joy in stalking birds and mice...even if she isn't good at it and rarely ever catches a thing. And if it is, it's by luck of the draw. Nala loves adventure, often making her the talk of the other kittypets. She openly proclaims she doesn't fear the 'fierce forest cats' and that no cat should really be afraid of them. Nala oftens tries to venture as close as she can to the forest in hopes of seeing a Clan cat. (She never has.) Despite her wild tendencies, Nala loves her Twolegs. This is what keeps her coming back obediently when called and what allows her the patience to be walked on a harness by their kits. Pure love.
History: Nala never knew her father, and she barely can remember her mother or littermates. Mostly she remembers her Twolegs. She was given to them on the day of the Twoleg Gathering, when they put a tree in their nest and hang bright things like stars on it. They tied a ribbon around her neck and gave her to their kits. Nala liked the two kits instantly, hairless and strange as they were. She vowed to protect them, and she did. She chased off any strange cats that came near the nest, and when they started taking her out on a harness she chased away any dogs that even looked at them the wrong way.

After she reached her twelfth moon, they started letting her go freely outside. Nala enjoyed the chance to talk to other kittypets, even if she seemed to make them nervous. One night Nala ignored her Twolegs when they called for her because she wanted to spend more time exploring. When she came home later in the evening the kits were wailing and yowling in what was, apparently, sadness. From that day forward Nala came home whenever she heard them call. On some days she comes when they don't call at the same time every day.

Around the time her Twolegs began to let her wander, Nala began to become more and more curious about the wild cats of the forest. She used to think that they looked like her, from the way cats talked about them. Larger than most kittypets and very...different in appearance. After talking to a rogue, however, Nala learned that they were regular cats. Regular cats that chose to live a hard life of hunting and fighting. Nala was at first a little disappointed. She hoped to find more cats that looked like her. Nala quickly cheered up, however. She was one of a kind after all! It also didn't diminish her curiousity about the forest cats. Yet she never dared to wander too far from her home. It would tear her up if the Twoleg kits got that upset again!
Roleplay example: Third kitty~
Other: I hope her breed isn't too rare to be accepted. XD;
Theme: Rock this World by Hilary Duff
Everybody wants something
That seems too hard to get
So I sit here on a street in Venice
Waiting for the sun to set
Watching people live their lives
Wondering what it means?
Sometimes getting what you want
Is easier than it seems
I don't want to save the day
I just want to get my way

And rock this world
Read my lips and watch 'em curl
Rock this world
It don't take much to please this girl
I don't need the glitter
Don't believe the hype
You might say I'm the simple type
Like any other girl
Who wants to rock this world
(Rock this world)

Everybody's going somewhere
So why aren't you and I
We're all part of the same parade
Just people passing by
And anything can happen
When the sun goes down like this
Maybe it's just a miracle
When you find some happiness
I don't want to save the day
I just want to get my way

And rock this world
Read my lips and watch 'em curl
Rock this world
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I don't need the glitter
Don't believe the hype
You might say I'm the simple type
Like any other girl
Who wants to rock this world
(Rock this world)

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I want you to come near me
Can you feel the pull? (the pull)
It can be so beautiful

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Name: Graysong
Real Age: 36 moons
Apparent Age: 27 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StarClan
Former Clan: WindClan
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Rank: Queen
Mate/Crush: Pheonix (NPC)
Kin: Smokepaw (Son, Alive); Goldenkit (Daughter, Deceased); Rowankit (Son, Deceased); Hailkit (Son, Deceased)
Death: Graysong died a quiet death. When the time came for her to birth her long awaited litter of kits, there were many complications. Russetfang did all he could. But in the end only Graysong's pain could be treated. The first three kits were still-born, the last was alive but tiny. Graysong survived long enough to name her son Smokekit. Then she passed on peacefully to StarClan.
Description: Graysong is built just like any other WindClan cat out there. She has the elongated body, the slender long legs. While the build can look gangly on some, Graysong always managed to pull it off nicely. She was named for her dark grey coat. It is short and rather plain, aside from a few splotches of white on one of her front paws and the tip of her tail. Sweet amber eyes always looked upon her Clanmates with a gentle calm. Graysong always possesed that calm beauty. It was obvious though, she was capable of doing serious damage. Her claws were always a bit longer than than usual, and her quiet amber eyes could quite quickly come alive with the fire of battle.
Personality: Graysong was, usually, very quiet. She spoke little to her Clanmates. This did not mean, however, that she was not kind. Graysong often gave them pieces of fresh-kill. A cat of few words in both life and death, Graysong is still very quiet. Words are rare with her. If a simple gesture will suffice, Graysong will choose that over speaking. When she does speak, however, her voice is like music on the ears. The words they form are usually wise, comforting, and soothing. Graysong is a difficult cat to anger. The only thing you could really do to get her upset was threaten her Clan. And now she belongs to StarClan, where threats towards the Clan do not exist. Graysong is simply a quiet, gentle, and wise she-cat.
History: Graysong was born into WindClan to two happy warriors, Cloudthroat and Yellowflower. Graykit was a part of a large litter. She learned early on to try your best to get along with others. Graykit also picked up a few things from her own father. Cloudthroat was a quiet tom, and Graykit spent a great deal of time with him. Her kithood was blissful and with little troubles. Her days were spent either nestled between her littermates asleep or following her beloved father around camp. Life was good.

Graykit, all too soon, became Graypaw. Graypaw was a very observant apprentice. Her amber eyes followed her mentor with intense concentration whenever he wished to demonstrate something. This was her greatest strength. Though no cat is without their weaknesses. Graypaw was always either too shy or too ashamed to ask questions. This led to many frustrated training sessions with her mentor. Finally it seemed Graypaw learned that there was no harm in asking questions when you truely did not understand. Once she learned this important lesson her apprenticeship went along smoothly. Graypaw managed to keep all her duties in balance while still spending time with Cloudthroat, to whom she was still very much attached.

In due time Graypaw was dubbed Graysong. It was the proudest day of her life. All of the cats chanting her new name, her mother and father yowling their approvals. It was a short-lived joy however. The next moon Cloudthroat was bitten by some type of snake. The venom worked its way through his system and he died the same night. Graysong was in agony, as was her mother. The pain was not over yet, however. Only a few sunrises after Yellowflower disappeared from camp. No cat knew where she had gone or why. Full of sorrow, Graysong went out one night to run across the moors and clear her head. It was not long until she bumped into a trespasser. A loner tom called Pheonix. Graysong shared her woes with him, and he listened and was compassionate. The two became fast friends. Cheered up by her new friend, Graysong returned to the WindClan camp refreshed.

Graysong was often visited by Pheonix. He seemed to hold a genuine interest in Clan life, though he himself did not wish to partake in it. The two became mates. Graysong was soon expecting his kits. Pheonix was overjoyed. Graysong tried to get away from camp as often as possible to see him, which was extremely difficult to do when you were expecting kits. Other she-cats were always fussing over her. She saw him only twice during her pregnancy. Once near the beginning, and once near the middle of the term. When it came time to birth the kits, Graysong walked the path to StarClan with her three other kits. This did not mean, however, that she stopped watching over WindClan. Graysong frequently observes her only living son and Pheonix, who thinks she deserted him and has grown bitter to all.
Roleplay example: ...Sixth kitty?
Other: :3

Name: Flamehawk
Age: 55 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Apprentice: Open
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Open
Description: Flamehawk has a handsome long ginger coat. It seems to accumulate on the back of his neck then stops. After a few inches of white, it turns back to blazing ginger and continues down his sides, along his back, and to the tip of his fluffy tail. Part of his left ear is missing, due to some forgotten battle. His eyes are a deep golden yellow show his age to its fullest. Wisdom, pain, and triumph all seem to gather and mix in those eyes. Otherwise he's sort of handsome. His face is structured nicely, and he is built like most WindClan cats. With a long, slender body and long, slender legs to match. These legs make him one of the fastest cats around, even for a WindClan warrior. There hasn't been a rabbit yet that could out-pace him.
Personality: Flamehawk isn't the friendliest of all cats. He has a sharp tongue and isn't afraid to use it. Most of his words are criticizing. Some cats say he could find fault with the great cats of StarClan. Despite his grumpy attitude and judgmental behavior, Flamehawk isn't rude all the time. If you catch him on a good day, when the prey is running well and the weather is perfect, he could even be called 'nice.' There's nothing that really makes him unhappy, no terrible past, no bad accident. He's just naturally like that. Occasionally his soft side will shine through. But he's never in hos entire life paid a compliment to anyone.
History: Flamehawk was born, of course, as Flamekit. He was born in leaf-bare, when times were hard. It was hard for the kit to live with the snow and ice and little food. But he made it through by the sheer grace of StarClan. When new-leaf came, Flamekit was overjoyed. He'd never known anything but cold and snow and little prey. When the snow melted, it was like heaven for him.

As Flamepaw, he was a remarkable hunter. He was extremely fast on his feet, even for a WindClan cat. If he ever lost a rabbit on a hunt, it wasn't because of lack of speed. It was usually because of some other mistake that could have been avoided if he'd been more focused. That was his main problem in his apprenticeship: focus. Something was always distracting his. At the end of his apprenticeship, he managed to reign himself in. The problem was then that when he was incredibly focused on something, he blocked all other things out.

Flamepaw was made Flamehawk. As he grew and developed, he became a quick-witted warrior. His tongue was just as sharp as his mind and was known for his scathing 'advice.' Apprentices hated him, kits feared him. But all the apprentices he's had seemed to have turned into good warriors, so he's doing something right. Flamehawk may be tough on everyone, especially apprentices, but deep down he cares for them deeply and wants everyone to do their absolute best.
Roleplay example: Bleh
Other:

Name: Smallpaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: SkyClan
Mentor: Open
Rank: Apprentice
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Dovesong (Mother, deceased); Ravenflight (Father, deceased); Crowkit (Brother, deceased); Snowkit (Sister, deceased); Spottedfur (Aunt); Softpaw (Cousin, NPC); Distant cousin to Smokepaw and his immediate kin
Description: Smallpaw takes mostly after his father. His pelt is short and white with splashes of black across his face and back. His fur is short, which shows just how small he really is. Smallpaw can easily be called a runt. His size resembles a fresh apprentice rather than one that is three moons into his apprenticeship. His pads a tough like a SkyClan cat's, but his legs are long like a WindClan cat's. This makes him one of the fastest cats in his Clan. He has rather long claws for an apprentice so small, another trait from his father. Smallpaw's eyes are wide and green. Well, one of them is anyway. His left eye is still kit blue. It also appears that Smallpaw is deaf on that side. Or hard of hearing, at least.
Personality: Smallpaw is docile, yet friendly. He's rather quiet. Though he isn't quiet to the degree where you'd just get a nod or a shake of the head in answer to any question. He likes to be social. It's often that you'll see him sharing a piece of fresh kill with another apprentice. Deep down, Smallpaw is frustrated with himself. He doesn't like being sickly and small. When training he hates that his mentor has to give him lighter work so that the apprentice doesn't strain himself. When he's sick (which is often) he becomes antsy. Smallpaw is known for sneaking out of the medicine cat den, agitated and stir-crazy. He almost always gets caught and is usually scolded. Smallpaw is much friendlier to other cats. He's as known for his sweet nature as he is for being sickly.
History: It seemed Smallpaw was cursed from the start. His father was killed by a monster on the Thunderpath shortly after it became known that his mate would have kits. Overcome with sorrow, Dovesong stopped taking care of herself. In turn she stopped taking care of her unborn kits. It was only through the urging of the medicine cat, her friends, and Ravenflight's sister did Dovesong not stop eating entirely. But the damage was down. Crowkit, Snowkit, and Smallkit were all born impaired. Crowkit was born blind. Snowkit died a day after her birth. Dovesong died a moon after birthing her kits.

That was when their aunt stepped in. Ravenflight's sister, Spottedsky, had recently had a litter of kits. She nursed Crowkit and Smallkit along with her own daughter. One day when they were three moons Crowkit, Smallkit, and Spottedsky's daughter Softkit were exploring around camp. Softkit was leading Crowkit and Smallkit, which was usual. Spottedsky didn't see what happened. She took her eyes off the kits for one moment to say something to her mate. Meanwhile Crowkit tumbled off one of the high paths in the gorge. Smallkit watched, horrified, as Softkit tried to catch him before he went over. She grabbed the other kit but started to be pulled down by his weight. Smallkit jumped into action and grabbed her. But he was too weak to pull them both back over. Instead he tumbled down with them. It wasn't a very high drop, but it was for kits as small as they were.

Softkit survived. Smallkit wasn't hurt very much, other than a sprained paw. But Crowkit, who'd hit his head, died on impact. Spottedsky was devastated. From that moment on she watched over Softkit and Smallkit with a hawk's eye. She gre very protective of them. In turn this made Smallkit feel weak and suffocated. Like he couldn't be expected to take care of himself. All the same, he grew to love Spottedsky as a mother and Softkit as a sister.

Smallpaw was constantly plagued with illnesses through his kithood. As a result of this, Softkit became an apprentice before him. He was sick at the time his apprentice ceremony should have taken place. His illness delayed it for four days. Finally Smallkit became Smallpaw. His illnesses did not stop through his apprenticehood, though they lessened slightly. He became very friendly and loved to talk to the other apprentices. And, even though he is now an apprentice, Spottedsky continues to fuss over him. Smallpaw finds this increasingly annoying. Yet, at the same time, he knows she means well.
Roleplay example: Bwuahahaha.
Other: I might end up killing this one.