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[Earthkit]

Name: Earthkit

Do you honor?: Yes

Age: Two Moons

Gender: She-Cat

Appearance: Earthkit's pelt is washed in tortoiseshell; her fur is mostly black, but is flecked with orange and brown in places. Whenever the sunlight's beams streak through the forest leaves, her deep eyes sparkle a silvery blue. Although she is a young one at only two moons, her muscles are already fairly well-defined from roughhousing with her litter mates. Earthkit is growing up swiftly; at first glance, a cat might think she is four moons old instead of two. But she, like any other cat, is not perfect. Earthkit has an all too visible scar on the top of her front right paw left by an enemy cat trying to raid the nursery. Her scar consists of three long, deep claw marks going up the top of her paw. Even in the light of this imperfection, Earthkit overall is pretty average looking. For a kit.

RP Example: Where is she?, Earthkit wondered, growing more and more anxious by the second. Where is my mother? She has only gone to investigate a sound in the bushes while her mother and her older brothers walked along the path. But after seeing it was a small finch, the small kit wandered back out of the bushes to find that her mother nor either of her brothers were anywhere to be seen. She mentally cuffed herself over the head. How could I be so stupid?! I should follow their scent... She began to lift her head to the air to pick up their scent, but something stopped her. She remembered something her mother had told her, oh, what was it....? That's it!, thought Earthkit, licking her scarred paw, That's what I have to do! Now she clearly recalled what her mother had told her, If you are ever lost from me, Earthkit, just stay hidden in the bushes. I, your brothers, or someone else in ThunderClan will find you. I promise. Frowning at the prospect of staying in one place, Earthkit padded lightly over the fresh, forest ground of newleaf and crawled under a huckleberry bush. After tucking her small paws under her furry body, Earthkit listened intently for the familiar sound of her mother's voice. Hour after hour she waited, growing immensely bored and tired. She felt something lift her up gently by the scruff, then fell asleep, knowing it was the soft touch of her mother.

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: Kit

Breed: Maine Coon

Personality: Earthkit is a spunky young kit whose natural instincts are developing quickly. She seems to get the idea whether she should keep her head or go crazy; when to keep silent and when to speak out. Following her mother's keen advice, she stays out of trouble most of the time. Although she doesn't get herself into trouble, she is adventurous just the same. Instead of staying in one place, as shown above, Earthkit would rather track down the scent of her brothers and mother. An athletic one for such a young age, she is always trying to find ways to get out of the nursery and run around a bit. Earthkit respects her elders and others of higher rank than herself without fail, and is eager to become an apprentice although it will not happen for many a moon. She especially respects the leader of her Clan, Snowstar, and tries her best to be like him in every way, hoping that one day she, too, may become leader of ThunderClan. As you can see, Earthkit's aspirations are great; she hopes to clear all of life's hurdles with strength and grace. True, she may be a little overconfident, but she does try her hardest to be recognized by the more elite of her camp. In conclusion, Earthkit is just a loving kit hoping to become a warrior someday.

History: It was the time of her mother's kitting. The day started out like any other; warriors hunting and patrolling, apprentices training, elders chatting, and a queen going into labor. As the day progressed, the tired queen bore two strong, healthy toms. But as the dark shadows of a new leaf night approached, the queen bore yet another kit, this one a she-cat. The Clan rejoiced at the birth of three kits, and all seemed well. At least until the enemies attacked. One by one, they spilled into the camp, creating havoc wherever their paws rested. It was a fierce battle, one the only queen with kits at the time could bear to watch without fighting in it. All the terribly frightened young queen could do was pray to StarClan that an enemy cat would not come into the nursery, for she knew what the dangers of her kits' lives were. She must not have prayed quite hard enough, for at that very moment, a blood-spattered tom burst through the entrance, yowling furiously and leaping toward her. Carefully sweeping her newborn kits to the side of the nursery and out of harm's way, the queen dodged to the side with a menacing growl, and leaped onto the matted back of the tom, sinking her teeth into his fur. As she held on for dear life, she saw with a shock of alarm that her youngest kit was crawling blindly toward her, wanting her comfort, and mewling helplessly. Unfortunately, the tom saw her kit first. Immediately releasing her death grip on the tom's neck, she jumped back and bowled her head into the tom's side, trying to knock him away from her kit. But she was too late. As the tom fell to the side, he swiped his claws with great precision at the newborn, leaving a three bars of claw marks going horizontally up the helpless kit's right fore paw. The kit recoiled in agony, screaming in blind terror, wailing for her mother to save her. The queen, who had tried to fight the tom, instantly released her grip in concern for her kit, and the tom, hissing at the queen and smirking at the kit, presently leaped back through the nursery entrance. At the brink of collapsing from the strain of her fight with the tom on top of her labor, the queen desperately licked the screaming kit, praying once more to StarClan that the tom's claw wouldn't prevent her from becoming a warrior. Soon after, the battle ended, and the sullen queen brought her struggling kit out of the nursery, giving her over to the medicine cat. But as she set her kit down, she noticed that the kit wouldn't let go of the earth to be put into the care of the medicine cat. Although the kit was still wailing from the pain of her injury, her mother could hear a faint purr emitting from the kit. Seeing how the earth comforted the kit after her ordeal, the queen promptly gave her her name. Earthkit.

Pictures:

I know they don't have silvery blue eyes....put please bear with me.

As A Kit

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All Grown Up

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