Post by Bluedancer on Jun 5, 2006 20:11:04 GMT -5
Hey, you guys get two applications from me in one night ^_^ Lucky you!
Name: Mousekit
Do you honor?:yes
Age: Five moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Mousekit is a light colored kitten, his fur the yellowish white of cream. He has startling eyes, an icy blue colour mixed with flecks of silver. His fur tends to fluff up, mostly to hide his small frame and make him more “intimidating” (or so he thinks). His ears and tail are more of a goldish brown, darker than the rest of his body. He is very small overall, being a young kit, and his whiskers are comically large for his face.
RP Example: Mousekit trotted around the confines of the nursery, his exuberance little affected by the small space. Clamped in his jaw was a grasshopper, fat and green, with legs still twitching with the last strains of life. A squeaking noise was coming from deep in his chest, a rather horrid attempt at a purr, but Mousekit was a bit to proud of himself to care. Shaking the grasshopper roughly, he began to replay the events of its capture in his mind, adding commentary concerning his brave and skillful hunting prowess.
A rather acidic taste began to fill his mouth, and Mousekit unwillingly spit out the grasshopper, his tongue rasping against the roof of his mouth as he tried to rid it of the taste. Spitting repeatedly, Mousekit made small noises of disgust. So much for catching his own food! Eyeing the mangled form rather forlornly, he sat down in a huff and began to groom himself, his fur still standing on end out of annoyance.
His “hunting” now turned into a disaster, Mousekit left the den to find other means of amusement. Hee was the only kit currently, though Sunpelt was expecting, and so he was left with little options of fun. His gaze drifted to where the Apprentices were practicing their pounces, lashing out at each other. His ears twitched in interest, and Mousekit shuffled his tiny paws closer, trying to look innocent. The queens would be mad at him if her strayed to far from the nest, but he wanted so desperately to be like those apprentices, learning to fight. He wanted to follow the warrior code and protect his clan. Above all else, that was his dream.
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: kit
Breed: mixed
History: Mousekit was born in the wild, like most other clan cats. The difference that falls between them is that he was not born part of a clan. His mother was a rogue, who stayed long enough with Thunderclan to give birth to him, before moving on. She was an older cat, who had many more litters besides him and was to hardened by the harsh world to care much about Mousekit one way or another. Because of her age and the circumstances in which he was born, Mousekit came into this world rather early, a single kitten who would certainly have been the runt of the litter, were he to have had siblings.
Mousekit is to young to have much of a history, as he has only just become part of Thunderclan. When his mother left him, a thunderclan queen took over as his “mother” offering him a place next to her kits in the nursery. He is old enough to eat solid food by now, and so the queen is mostly a warm body to curl up next at night, though Mousekit adores her from afar.
Personality: Mousekit has a very spunky personality, but that is more of a front than the way he actually feels. He is very confused about his mother’s abandonment, and feels lost and defensive about anything and everything. Because of this, he can come off as rather rude. Still, his heart is in the right place, and he tries his hardest to impress his new clan and fit in - though there isn’t much for any kit to do in the first place. He does not get along very well with the other kits, preferring to distance himself as he thinks they all look on him as a traitor to the clan, because he isn’t clan born. He looks up to the apprentices and warriors however. He actually likes the apprentices better than the warriors, finding that he is able to connect with them better, as they are closer to his age. But he shares the same goal with all the cats of his clan, from kits to warriors - he wants to honor and protect his clan, and most of all, do them proud.
Codewords: Que tergas suerte, Masked
-I know this is a bit like the history of Hawkfrost and Mothwing, what with his mother dropping him in a clan and leaving, but Mousekit is an entirely different character and I have different plans for him. I hope its not a problem, and you won’t be mad at me : ) I promise to keep the character original if you let me have him.
As a kitten:
i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/loup-garou_de_la_nuit/Pictures/resting1839.jpg
As a Warrior:
i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/loup-garou_de_la_nuit/Pictures/marco_652.jpg
Name: Mousekit
Do you honor?:yes
Age: Five moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Mousekit is a light colored kitten, his fur the yellowish white of cream. He has startling eyes, an icy blue colour mixed with flecks of silver. His fur tends to fluff up, mostly to hide his small frame and make him more “intimidating” (or so he thinks). His ears and tail are more of a goldish brown, darker than the rest of his body. He is very small overall, being a young kit, and his whiskers are comically large for his face.
RP Example: Mousekit trotted around the confines of the nursery, his exuberance little affected by the small space. Clamped in his jaw was a grasshopper, fat and green, with legs still twitching with the last strains of life. A squeaking noise was coming from deep in his chest, a rather horrid attempt at a purr, but Mousekit was a bit to proud of himself to care. Shaking the grasshopper roughly, he began to replay the events of its capture in his mind, adding commentary concerning his brave and skillful hunting prowess.
A rather acidic taste began to fill his mouth, and Mousekit unwillingly spit out the grasshopper, his tongue rasping against the roof of his mouth as he tried to rid it of the taste. Spitting repeatedly, Mousekit made small noises of disgust. So much for catching his own food! Eyeing the mangled form rather forlornly, he sat down in a huff and began to groom himself, his fur still standing on end out of annoyance.
His “hunting” now turned into a disaster, Mousekit left the den to find other means of amusement. Hee was the only kit currently, though Sunpelt was expecting, and so he was left with little options of fun. His gaze drifted to where the Apprentices were practicing their pounces, lashing out at each other. His ears twitched in interest, and Mousekit shuffled his tiny paws closer, trying to look innocent. The queens would be mad at him if her strayed to far from the nest, but he wanted so desperately to be like those apprentices, learning to fight. He wanted to follow the warrior code and protect his clan. Above all else, that was his dream.
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: kit
Breed: mixed
History: Mousekit was born in the wild, like most other clan cats. The difference that falls between them is that he was not born part of a clan. His mother was a rogue, who stayed long enough with Thunderclan to give birth to him, before moving on. She was an older cat, who had many more litters besides him and was to hardened by the harsh world to care much about Mousekit one way or another. Because of her age and the circumstances in which he was born, Mousekit came into this world rather early, a single kitten who would certainly have been the runt of the litter, were he to have had siblings.
Mousekit is to young to have much of a history, as he has only just become part of Thunderclan. When his mother left him, a thunderclan queen took over as his “mother” offering him a place next to her kits in the nursery. He is old enough to eat solid food by now, and so the queen is mostly a warm body to curl up next at night, though Mousekit adores her from afar.
Personality: Mousekit has a very spunky personality, but that is more of a front than the way he actually feels. He is very confused about his mother’s abandonment, and feels lost and defensive about anything and everything. Because of this, he can come off as rather rude. Still, his heart is in the right place, and he tries his hardest to impress his new clan and fit in - though there isn’t much for any kit to do in the first place. He does not get along very well with the other kits, preferring to distance himself as he thinks they all look on him as a traitor to the clan, because he isn’t clan born. He looks up to the apprentices and warriors however. He actually likes the apprentices better than the warriors, finding that he is able to connect with them better, as they are closer to his age. But he shares the same goal with all the cats of his clan, from kits to warriors - he wants to honor and protect his clan, and most of all, do them proud.
Codewords: Que tergas suerte, Masked
-I know this is a bit like the history of Hawkfrost and Mothwing, what with his mother dropping him in a clan and leaving, but Mousekit is an entirely different character and I have different plans for him. I hope its not a problem, and you won’t be mad at me : ) I promise to keep the character original if you let me have him.
As a kitten:
i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/loup-garou_de_la_nuit/Pictures/resting1839.jpg
As a Warrior:
i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/loup-garou_de_la_nuit/Pictures/marco_652.jpg
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