Post by Yoko on Oct 16, 2009 17:07:46 GMT -6
Name: Skunkkit
Age: Five moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: Ewwww
Kin: Tanglefang (all others mentioned in Tanglefang's bio but are currently deceased)
Description: Skunkkit is a runt. He is small and scrawny despite being well fed. His fur is extremely fluffy and sort of crinkled like his mother's. The color and pattern of his coat definitely take after Palestripe. The white is mixed with the black in an even blend but it the colors aren't evenly distributed. His lower half is mostly black, his tail is entirely black. His paws are entirely milk white with black pads underneath. His silver whiskers are too long for his face and his ears stick up straight and pointy. His eyes are cloudy blue.
Personality: Skunkkit has far from submitted to his mother's cruelty. He's at a stage between rebelling against her and wishing she'd love him. Skunkkit likes to imagine himself brave, though in honesty he fears his mother will strike him again someday. Because of his mother's teachings, Skunkkit is unsocialized. He tends to be rude and sarcastic. His sarcasm is the only defense he has against Tanglefang. Aside from a few rude remarks, Skunkkit doesn't bother speaking with any cat. He's actually quite intelligent, but it's hard to see beneath the nastiness of his attitude.
History: He was born in cold leafbare. His father died a short while ago. His mother's only comment upon hearing the news was that it was bound to happen, and probably should have happened sooner. She had glared at him when she said this, and that left Skunkkit with the impression that she meant he should never have been born.
Skunkkit has since matured quite quickly. He had no time to be a whiny kit. His mother was pushing him too hard. At night she began to sneak him out of camp and train him in the moonlit hollow. Not that Skunkkit was any good. The wind blew him every which way, his reflexes were slow and kit-like (funny huh?). Once in her anger, Tanglefang struck him with a sheathed paw. He was very lucky it was sheathed, but the force of the blow knocked tail-lengths away!
He hasn't quite given up on pleasing her. No matter how horrible she treats him, he's never run away. Somehow, he feels that would be even worse than failing while trying. His best friend is Hollykit, who has recently begun talking to him. However, he has a crush on Streamkit one of the WindClan she-kits who came to live with them.
Roleplay example: lalalalalalalalalala
Other: I wanted to name him Cowkit...
