Post by . s p o r e l e t t ♪ on Oct 27, 2011 21:33:42 GMT -6
n a m e : Yellowkit
a g e : Newborn
g e n d e r : She-cat
c l a n : ShadowClan
r a n k : Kit
s t a t u s : Sickly
d e s c r i p t i o n .
f a t h e r : Alfa
b r o t h e r s :Ashkit . Blazekit
o t h e r .
a g e : Newborn
g e n d e r : She-cat
c l a n : ShadowClan
r a n k : Kit
s t a t u s : Sickly
d e s c r i p t i o n .
p e r s o n a l i t y .Small . Thin . Ginger . Short Fur . Green Eyes
Slender and lithe, Yellowkit is a scrawny little kit. Her limbs are thin, her tail is whippy, and her head seems too big for her delicate-looking body. Her short, whispy pelt is flat yellow in colour, less rosy than her brother's. Her tabby stripes are pale and faint, but they're visible. She has large, batlike ears and a shallow chest, and seems like the 'ugly duckling' of the litter. As well as being smaller and frailer than both of her brothers, she also gets sick more easily, and tends to spend a lot of time in the medicine cat's care. Though it's still a possibility that she will grow to be a beautiful cat with time, right now her only attractive feature is her eyes, which are the exact same leaf-green as her mother's.
h i s t o r y .Bold . Blunt . Independent . Impatient . Practical . Industrious
Yellowkit's body may be small and frail, but her personality more than makes up the difference. Bold an uninhibited, she never hesitates to say exactly what's on her mind, and will always choose truth over kindness. She hates being treated like a weakling, disliking the implication that she's incompetent intensely. Independent and not terribly friendly, she doesn't often socialize for pleasure, preferring only to speak when she has something she needs to say. She isn't violent or mean, but she doesn't appreciate having her tail stepped on, and she dislikes having her time wasted. Yellowkit is usually very practical and straightforward in her thinking, and is the kind of cat who likes to be doing something useful. But it frustrates her that, because of her weakness and perpetual residence in the medicine cat's den, she cannot.
Yellowkit was not the product of two happy cats who had decided to have kits, nor was she even the product of an impassioned one night stand with a secret lover. Her mother was a young warrior by the name of Smokeheart, energetic and adventurous. One day the she-cat ventured into a tree and took a nasty fall, resulting in a badly-broken limb. Fortunately she was found by a kind loner and taken to his den, where he kept medicine for simple injuries. But their meeting turned out not to be so fortunate after all. After slipping the pain-addled Smokeheart poppy-seeds to dull her senses, the tom took advantage of her incapacitation to mount and mate her. Then he cleared out and was gone long before she woke from her stupor.m o t h e r : Smokeheart
Over two moons later, the product of this mating was revealed in the form of Yellowkit and her two brothers. Although Smokeheart's leg had healed, she still bore a fear of the small black seeds that had kept her immobile while she was raped, and refused to tell anyone of what had happened to her. It was none other than Icepelt, the Clan deputy--and a good friend to Smokeheart, who stepped up to announce that the kits were his, which shielded Yellowkit's mother from any awkward questions. Now, only days after her birth, Yellowkit lives in the nursery with her mother and remaining brother, as the grey Ashkit died shortly after taking his first tiny breath. The two ginger kits bear strong resemblance to their true father, but no cat asks questions since Icepelt is white-furred. Hopefully Smokeheart's secret will never be known to any but Icepelt and herself...
f a t h e r : Alfa
b r o t h e r s :
o t h e r .
Mordred's Lullaby by Heather Dale
Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep,
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep.
Guileless son, I'll shape your belief,
And you'll always know that your father's a thief,
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, only to me.
Guileless son, your spirit will hate her,
The flower who married my brother the traitor,
And you will expose his puppeteer behavior,
For you are the proof of how he betrayed her loyalty.
[Adult Pic]
