Post by Kitty on Aug 2, 2011 14:11:15 GMT -6
Name: Frostkit
Age: 2 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: Psshh. Who needs toms?
Kin:
Parents:
Poppyfrost (Mother, Hedgie)
Runningfrost (Father, Spike)
Siblings:
Finchkit (Yellow)
Breezekit (Night)
Spiderkit (Spore)
Fogkit (deceased, NPC)
Description: Frostkit still has her soft, wispy kitten fur. It is a solid snowy white, much the opposite of her mother's black pelt. She does, however, have her mother’s icy blue eyes. Besides the eyes, she’s just about the complete opposite of her mother physically. While her mother is tall, Frostkit is a small, petite cat. While her mother has jet black fur, Frostkit has bright, white fur.
Frostkit has her father’s pale fur, though it’s not grey, and it’s so bright that it’s hard for her to blend in anywhere, except in snow. Her tail and whiskers are both very long. Her tail has very, very faint grey speckles, and though they are barely noticeable, they're there. Her ears are angular and pointed, able to pick up some of the softest sounds, with softer tufts of white in them. Her claws are long and sharp, but they are rarely unsheathed, so you don't have to worry about them.
Frostkit usually carries herself with pride, as though she always has a purpose or destination, standing straight and tall. When she sits, her tail always curls neatly around her small paws. Actually, like her ears, her whole body is sharp and angular. Though she still has her kitten plumpness, it is obvious she will grow up to have detailed features, and stay small.
Personality: Frostkit’s personality changes like the weather. Usually, she’s quite dignified, and is good with words, even for a kit. Her mind is sharp and keen. She’s often quick to act, but not exactly reckless. She’s fairly confident, but very independent.
Frostkit is polite but brief in conversation. She never really liked listening to elder’s tales or precautionary warnings from her mother. She preferred to roam independently. While her heart is large and loving, she doesn’t really like sitting around talking. She’s more of a doer than a talker.
After hearing of her stillborn sister, Frostkit became a bit reluctant to trust StarClan. Why would they take her sister? Deep down, she knows she trusts StarClan, but sometimes she has to convince herself. She sometimes second-guesses herself, that’s all.
Frostkit can sometimes seem shy, but really she’s just sparing with words. A touch of humor can brighten her up. She loves to laugh and play with her siblings. Really, she’s just your average mischievous ShadowClan kit, plain and simple.
History: Born to Poppyfrost and Runningfrost, Frostkit was in the middle of the litter. There were some complications in the birth, and, because of this, Fogkit, her sister, was born dead. Frostkit didn’t notice, but as she says that even when she was younger she could sense something ominous, and darkness is what she thinks about when she thinks about birth. Those are her words. As you can see, for a kit, she’s fairly bright with language.
She was healthy, luckily. She’s still so young, she hasn’t got much of a past to cover. Not much of a past, but a bright future.
Roleplay example: Creeping silently through the darkness of the nursery, cream-colored kit paws carefully avoided stepping on the many kit- and queen-tails and legs crowding the floor. Mustn't wake them, not yet.
Icy blue eyes met their mark and narrowed in concentration and then...the little snowy white kit leapt. The creamy paws met their mark, and one of them clapped over the black kit's mouth before he could let out a yowl of astonishment at the sudden awakening.
"Silence, dear brother," the kit whispered. "You're coming with me!" Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously and she gave the black tom kit a careful but firm push out of the nursery's entrance, right next to the place where he'd chosen as his unfortunate nest the previous night. The convenience of getting another cat out of the den from this position was the only reason the she-kit had targeted him.
"Frostkit," the long-legged black kit complained groggily as from the ground in camp. "Why'd you wake me up?"
"...I wanted to play, Spiderkit!" Frostkit meowed. "What's wrong with a little kit wanting to play in the middle of the night?"
"The fact that its only a little after moonhigh, that's what!" Spiderkit huffed, only to be hit in the head not two heartbeats later by a lobbed mossball.
"Gotcha!" Frostkit purred, letting out a laugh. But Spiderkit laughed too.
"You're gonna get it!" he growled playfully, and threw the mossball back. Frostkit leaped up and caught it with her claws. She found no reason to answer him; why should she if they were playing their game? She chucked the mossball back to him...but the duo had the misfortune of both Spiderkit standing in front of the entrance to the elders den and Frostkit being a bad shot. The mossball soared through the entrance, and she heard the grunt of a newly awoken elder.
"Run!" Frostkit hissed, laughing and frightened at the same time. Spiderkit might be able to hide pretty well in the darkness with his black pelt, but Frostkit stood out like deathberries did on a bush. The two kits scattered as Gorsestorm's head appeared from the entrance, gray eyes narrowed furiously.
"Go back to the nursery, you naughty kits! It’s after moonhigh!"
Stifling laughter, the two kits bolted for the nursery.
"Well, that was fun!" Frostkit meowed as she settled into the nest next to her brother. But she didn't go to sleep. Oh, no. She just waited until Spiderkit was asleep...and then the whole thing started all over again.
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