Frostkit|RiverClan|Kit|She-Cat
Apr 8, 2010 20:12:51 GMT -5
Post by Breeze~ on Apr 8, 2010 20:12:51 GMT -5
Name: Frostkit
Age: 4 moons
Honors: StarClan
Mate: ---
Kits: ---
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Age: 4 moons
Honors: StarClan
Mate: ---
Kits: ---
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Frostkit is a small cat, even for her age. She'd be an easy target for a hawk, or an owl, or really anything that likes to eat cat. Short legs, small paws, a thin tail and body; all contribute to the image that Frostkit would be very easily broken.Personality:
The small she-cat's fur is multi-colored, ranging from black to gray to white and black again. Blue eyes peek out from her face, the brilliant color rimmed with white fur; her paws are the same color, as well as the tip of her nose. The rest of her body is a deep gray, the primary color accented with black. Black also colors the very tip of Frostkit's tail. The young she-cat takes good care of her fur; she can't stand feeling dirty or unclean.
Frostkit detests fighting, and her dream is to become medicine cat when she grows up. The kit idolizes Raincloud, despite the medicine cat's troubled disposition, and wants to be just like her one day.History:
The young she-cat is very mature for her age, often playing peacekeeper when the other kits get into scraps. Frostkit will play with the others every now and then, but when the games get too out of control, she often beats her mother to the punch when it comes to keeping the other kits in line. She's also quite proud of being first-born, and often uses it as an advantage to put herself in a position of authority over her siblings. They tend to say Frostkit doesn't have a sense of humor - but they really do love her.
Despite being such a serious cat, Frostkit cares greatly for all of her brothers and sisters; empathy is one of her better traits. However, Frostkit often feels too much, and her excessive caring is likely to get her into trouble someday in the future. For the time being though, it makes her a favorite amongst the queens and kits in the nursery. She's very popular, despite the fact that her brother Stonekit says she "isn't very much fun."
Frostkit adores the elder RiverClan cats. She drinks their wisdom in, trying to learn as much as she can from the cats who lived such a full life. They are as fond of her as she is of them; a few of the elders, however, think Frostkit should lighten up, even if just a little bit.
Frostkit was born in a litter of four, her parents being Pebblestep and Stormpelt. She was the first kit to come from her mother's womb, followed by Graykit, Lightkit, and Stonekit. All four kits were premature, and Pebblestep died of blood loss afterwards; Stormpelt suffered a long time, for many moons, and even now he is not the same. One of the older queens, whose name was Nightstripe, had lost her only kit, and with the milk she had left over, Nightstripe nursed all four of the newborn kits. Graykit, Lightkit, Stonekit, and Frostkit all consider Nightstripe to be their mother. Stormpelt sees little of his kits; he can't stand to look at them because they remind him of Pebblestep.Roleplay Example:
Frostkit watched benevolently as her siblings tumbled around the nursery. It was all in good fun; all three of them were laughing and purring. One of the smaller kits, however, named Moonkit, had gotten in the way of their playfighting. Graykit hadn't noticed he was there, and stumbled backward onto the tiny kit.Pictures:
"Graykit! Watch what you're doing!" Frostkit padded over to the younger kit, and nosed Moonkit back to his paws. "Are you okay? Don't mind Graykit, he's just an idiot," Frostkit remarked dryly.
Graykit whipped around defensively. "It isn't my fault Moonkit was standing in the way!"
"Maybe not, but you're the older kit, and you should know better!" Frostkit retorted, giving Moonkit a swift lick to the ear, and glaring at Graykit as if daring him to speak another word.
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