Thread for Moonstorm - Starkit:ThunderClan:she-cat

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Teehee x333
Ya know, back on WCLW, I thought your name was 'Moonfrost', so I started calling ya Frosteh. Eh. No it's Moonstorm, I know. But I'm still gonna call ya Frosteh. That okee?
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[Moonstorm]

(('Tis absoultely fineth. Yay, I get a nickname! Ravenfrost combined with Moonstorm....I like it. Moonfrost. ^^ Well, anyhow here ya go! Presenting Starkit!))

Name: Starkit
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 5 ½ moons
Gender: She-kit
Appearance: Starkit has a bright calico pelt, but strangely enough, her chest fur, front paws, and lower face are pure white. Brown fur runs in a line up her nose to her forehead, where the color branches out into a rusty orange that fades to black at her earline. The rest of her pelt is dappled with orange, black, and white. Although her pelt is beautiful, Starkit can never keep if free of dirt for long enough, as she is always running about exploring and hunting. She rarely cares about her appearance, which gets her quite a bit of scolding from the queens. Starkit’s tail is long for her young age, but sleek and alive with muted colors. Especially during Leaf-fall, she blends in with her surroundings extraordinarily well. Her ears are mostly black and tend to twitch when she’s uncomfortable. Her eyes are bottomless blue circlets penetrated only by two islets of onyx. Her nose is a delicate ebony color, always alerted to new scents, while her silk-like whiskers branch out beneath it. When she moves, her pelt rolls over the beginnings of strong muscles and sturdy bones.
RP Example: A few brave shafts of sunlight penetrated the ominous grey clouds that rumbled over the heads of the ThunderClan, shooting rays of hope though the darkened hearts of all the cats. A sudden breeze picked up, sending dry, lifeless leaves pirouetting throughout the camp in the dance of the wind. Starkit sighed, pawing half-heartedly at a few of them. Her life was like these leaves, shrivled and deprived of excitement. Her heart longed for freedom and responsibility; her spirit was growing restless inside her small form. How much longer must she be tormented, watching her old friends run about with their mentors, basking in the freedom that Starkit so desired? Only half a moon, Starkit, she told herself, Only a half a moon left of this dull life. Starkit sank to the ground, head resting in her trembling paws as she gazed longingly at the Apprentice’s Den. That is where I should be. The queens in the nursery had suggested that Starkit go and play with some of the other kits, but Starkit knew better. Most of the other kits were wide-eyed innocents that had never seen blood spilled in their short lives, let alone shed that blood with their own clawstrokes. She was too old for kit games. “Starkit!” The mew was abrupt and commanding, turning Starkit’s head immediately. A warrior tom stood not too far from where she lay in quiet observance. He padded over to her, golden eyes seeming to search her soul. Starkit quickly scrambled to her paws to face him. “Yes?” she mewed. “Starkit,” he began, “I want you to go out and catch a few pieces of fresh-kill, instead of lying there like a mouse-brained waste of fur.” He narrowed his eyes, as if unsure that she could handle the task. “Try to stay on the very outskirts of camp where warriors still can see you, and if you have to, don’t go any farther than the ravine. And please, Starkit, try not to get into too much trouble.” Starkit’s deep blue eyes were wide in shock. “B…But…why me? What about the app…” The tom shot her an annoyed look as he interrupted her, as though he was offended that she didn’t obey his order without question. “Unlike you, they’re all busy.” He snorted, and then added. “Besides, you’ll be an apprentice in a half a moon. You need to start helping ThunderClan. We can’t afford to have any able-bodied cat just lying around.” He shooed Starkit away with a flick of his tail. “I’ll inform the queens where you’ve gone. Just go, Starkit!” Elation flooded through her heart and seeped out into her soul as she scampered through the shallow woods on the edge of the camp. Great StarClan…she, Starkit, was hunting for the Clan! Unnoticed in the brush, a pair of golden eyes surveyed Starkit’s every move. The warrior tom barely stifled an amused purr as several birds that could have been prey took flight at the racket the kit was making. Even though Starkit was one of the most ambitious cats in their Clan, it would take a lot of hard work and training before Starkit would be anything close to the kind of warrior this Clan needed.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Kit
Breed: Unknown
Personality: Starkit is a very lively kit, full of energy and inner strength. She had a hot-temper that flares up easily at the slightest insult and has a hard time controlling it. Apprenticeship is only a half a moon away and she hates it when, despite that fact, cats still treat her like they would any other kit. Watching her friends at their apprentice ceremonies only increased her apprehension of her own. She is stubborn and very defiant, though she’s already learned respect for most of the warrior code. Starkit is bored easily and her spirit withers when her blood is not pumping in the thrill of running about. She is not the type of cat who would ever want kits, mostly because she wouldn’t have the patience needed to stay in the nursery for so long. Whatever cat mentors her needs large quantities of patience as well as stubbornness because Starkit doesn’t give in very easily. Starkit feels deeper emotions than anycat might think, especially for one her age. She has the heart of a lion and is probably one of the most ambitious in the Clan. The she-kit has a strong desire to prove her worth to ThunderClan.
History: Starkit was born to Merriheart and Leopardwing of ThunderClan. Sadly, Starkit’s birth weakened Merriheart and she contracted a severe illness that lead to the Queen’s death. Starkit’s father, Leopardwing, helped to teach his daughter many of the skills she possesses until he was killed in a territory battle, a moon and a half ago.
Picture: pics.the-erm.com/?display=1211

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Appearance is great, except for the fact that 'queen' should not have a capital q, and 'warrior' no capital w :333
RP example is perfect.
Personality is booteefull.
History is quite fine for a kit, even if ya thought it was a bit short :33
So just fix those liddle capitalization mistakes, and wait for someone else to come and see, and you'll be done n_n

[Katze]

WEEEEEEEE!
Accepted ;D