Crowkit :: ThunderClan :: Kit :: Tom

[.:Fawn:.]

Name: Crowkit
Age: 5 moons
Do you Honor?: Doesn't Care
Mate: -
Kits: -
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Kit
Breed: American shorthair
Appearance:

Crowkit is a small dense-furred, black-haired tom. His eyes are a bright shade of Granny-Smith apple-green, his personality twice as sour. Crowkit is of no particular breed; his pelt is already beginning to lose it's kitten fluff and gain some of it's coarser, thicker hairs. His nose is as black as coal, his legs and tail long and slender-looking, but he has a bit of a rounded stomach due to his voracious appetite. His paws are actually much too big for him, and make him clumsy when running or jumping—but his balancing skills are excellent, even at such a young age.

As if reflective of his defensive, snappy attitude, he keeps his tiny, needle-like claws unsheathed at all times, stubbornly ignoring anyone who tells him otherwise. Crowkit, though small and seemingly a little pudgy, appears closer to 3 moons then 6, but he has plenty of time to grow yet. Once he begins his training as an apprentice, he'll start to show his true potential.

Personality:

Rebellious, short-tempered, rude and downright agitating, life with Crowkit is anything but a walk in the park. He's bratty and headstrong, but just as clever as he is annoying, this fierce little tom-kit using everything in his arsenal to make the lives of his Clanmates miserable. At least, when he can get away with it. He doesn't dare directly call out the leader and the deputy of ThunderClan, but he does all he can to make things difficult for everyone else. Frequently getting himself lost, refusing to eat, messing up the herbs in the Medicine Cat's den, teasing the apprentices and getting into fights with the other kits are just some of the things Crowkit gets into on a daily basis.

He's prone to pouting when he doesn't get his way, and never seems to listen to any of the warnings the other warriors give him. He's determined to break every rule in the book, and then, when he does, he glares at the cats trying to reprimand him as if they're the ones at fault. Belligerent, angry and frankly, very unhappy, Crowkit is extremely difficult to put up with. Of course, this excruciatingly bad behavior does have a cause; it's a serious cry for attention. Being the son of kittypets and the scorn of both warriors and apprentices alike, Crowkit would easily go unnoticed if it weren't for his atrocious behavior. He acts out in a desperate attempt to gain attention—even if it's the negative kind—because, frankly, he knows he's not the nicest tom to be around, and really only wants someone he can talk to.

The ThunderClan deputy, Lionstep has tried to befriend the fierce little tom-kit, but again and again, Crowkit pushes him away. Perhaps he's searching for a mother of some sort? Siblings maybe? A friend around his own age? He doesn't like the way Lionstep treats him, the tom always talking down to him, but to be truthful, Crowkit's done nothing to deserve being treated with kindness and respect. He's made life horrible for every cat who comes near him, and he's the one who truly pays the price by being alone for the rest of his life.
However, perhaps Crowkit, if given a chance, could become a Clan-member to be cherished, rather then hated as he is now.

Beneath his fierce, bratty exterior is a clever mind, eager to learn, his heart twice as eager to put his trust and faith in others, but the barbed-wire fence he keeps around himself prevents anyone from getting too close. Crowkit, because he is young, can learn to be kind, forgiving and respectful, but it will take a strong-willed cat to teach him these things. Crowkit, if he senses weakness in the heart of his mentor, is the kind of tom who will take advantage of it without even a second thought. If anyone's up to the challenge of shaping Crowkit into a contributing member of ThunderClan, then may StarClan help them—for this is anything but an easy task.

Note: Because Crowkit was born a kittypet, and no one has taken the time to really explain things to him, Crowkit has zero belief in StarClan, and looks down upon those that do.

History:

Where it All Began: Crowkit was born to kittypet parents by the name of Star and Midnight, Star being female and Midnight being male. He was the first born of a litter of three, his siblings being a she-cat called Night, and the runt of the litter, a tom called Smoky. His mother gave him the name of Oliver.

When the Troubled Started:
At 4 moons of age, all three siblings were sold by their parents' twolegs to separate owners--Night going to a nice older couple, Smoke going to a family with teenage children, and Oliver getting the worst of the three. He was given to a family with very young children--the kind of children that could not tell the difference between a plaything and a living, breathing animal. He was treated roughly for the first time in his young life.

A Break for Freedom: Fortunately for Oliver, these twoleg-kits were the kind of children who were careless in their handling of him--that, and closing doors properly. One chilly autumn morning found Oliver being manhandled by each of the twoleg children out on the back deck.
Naturally, one of the children finally dropped him. His pride hurting more then his leg, Oliver took his chance to run away, the children too young to pursue him far, and the little black kit at last could catch a break.

Lost and Found: Clearly, the Goddess of Kits had decided to smile upon him, for the twolegs who had owned him also owned a large expanse of land connected to ThunderClan territory. So, after much wandering and whining about his empty stomach, Oliver found himself on ThunderClan turf.

More good news, none other then Lionstep, the ThunderClan deputy, was the first to find him. Lost and starving and after much protesting, Oliver finally agreed to be carried back to ThunderClan where he'd be given shelter, food, and hopefully a brighter new future amongst the cats of ThunderClan.

Nowadays: Newly dubbed Crowkit, this rebellious, short-tempered little black kit is doing all he can to reek havoc amongst his Clanmates. Determined to make Lionstep regret his choice of bringing him here, Crowkit causes trouble wherever he can--wandering off, irritating the elders, disobeying orders, bothering some of the apprentices--he's making a real nuisance of himself.
Perhaps over time, however, and when the right cat comes along to snap him into place, he'll finally start showing signs of improvement.

Roleplay Example:

”Pumme down you big ol' buzzard! I SAID PUMME DOWN!”
Resisting the urge to bite him, Lionstep continued to carry the protesting, flailing black kit in his jaws as he made his way towards the ThunderClan camp. While the deputy was busy praying to StarClan that he'd made the right decision, Oliver had begun to give up some of the fight.
Cold and frightened now, Oliver felt the mighty golden tom's breath on the back of his neck, and his skinny black tailed curled up against his tummy as he tucked in all four paws. His ears drooped slightly, and he let out an exhausted sigh. Cold, weak and starving, Oliver had not the energy to fight him any more, which was quite a relief to Lionstep, who couldn't take much more of the kit's squealing.

”We're almost there.” Mewed Lionstep, the large tom dismayed at how easy it was to speak through a mouthful of the kit's scraggly black fur—he was thin to the point of concern, and the deputy already made plans to have him checked out by the ThunderClan Medicine Cat for before he was fully welcomed into the Clan.
“So what's the name of this stupid place again? Tunnel Clan?” The black kit mumbled, the little kitten clearly having trouble keeping his eyes open—the fight having gone clean out of him. Lionstep struggled to keep walking and not grit his teeth, irritated at Oliver's blatant disrespect for what would become his new home. ”ThunderClan, and don't be so rude, it's a wonderful place. You'll like it there.”

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I hope, thought the muscular golden tom, and he forcefully ignored Oliver's scornful sniff, the black kit surprisingly still rebellious despite being so tired.

At last, the fierce golden deputy padded in through the camp entrance, his head held high as he immediately started for the leader's den. Oliver's jaw fell open, and Lionstep was pleasantly amused to find that the black tom-kit had been rendered utterly speechless. He'd never seen so many cats in one place! Staring with wide, bright green eyes, the tom fidgeted in Lionstep's jaws, eager to get down and explore—but a stern growl from the deputy forced him to contain his excitement. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Lionstep mewed out a greeting as he walked in, “Er...hello Willowstar. I...have something I want to talk to you about.”[/color]
Judging by the look Willowstar gave him as he set down the belligerent black kit, Lionstep had quite a lot of explaining to do.[/blockquote]Pictures:

Walking on Sunshine!

Codeword:

Crowkit tore it up. xP

[.:Fawn:.]

=) This is all ready for checking!

[Lawly-Pop]

Lawl, I love him. He needs to meet Rowankit. She's nice to everybody.

"Clearly, the Goddess of Kits had decided to smile upon him"

Yep, I sure did. Lawl. Just had to say something there.

Accepted as Kit of ThunderClan