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Name: Silverkit
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 5 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: A small she-cat with little pointy ears that stick out
like a sharp tooth. One one of them has a scar right down the middle where she got cut from childbirth. Her fur is a silver pelt, which is what she is named for, that shines like the stars of silverpelt. She has blue eyes that are like the sea after a storm, as well as shine with determination to be the best warrior ever known. Her slender body moves swiftly and softly with her every move. Her thin whiskers move with excitement, as she reaches her coming of age. Her tail has white streaks every mouse tail. Her paws are silver, except for the white around her claws, which are sharp, and could cut through bark easily. Her pink nose has a scratch from when she was playing with the other kits. She had fallen on a rock which had left a mark, not only on her nose, but on her upper right paw. Her mother says that she will grow into an extremely attractive cat because of her slender body and the way she holds her head, as a gentle young cat.
RP Example:It was a windy night in leaf-fall. She knew she shouldn't be out, but she couldn't help it. She had always wanted to go off alone, but her mother was always there. Now was her chance. She crept quietly out of the nursery, one paw after the other. Soon she was out in the open camp. It looked peaceful tonight. The wind was quietly blowing, making her pelt ripple and shine in the moonlight. She looked up.
Silverpelt looks so wonderful tonight.She thought. She walked toward the entrance of the camp. Before she left, she looked back.
I won't be to long, She thought.
At least I hope.... She turned and ran. She was so happy to be running and not have to worry about staying close to mother. She loved feeling the breeze in her fur. She slowed down when she smelled something.
Mouse. She thought. She sniffed, trying to figure out where it was. She turned to the right and went a few paw steps. She could see it nibbling on a seed. She had seen her mother catch one, but she still fell to the right side every time she practiced.
Come one work! She crouched down. She felt herself leaning toward the right.
Okay, just lean a little more to the right... Before she could, the mouse had heard her moving and ran off.
"Mouse-dung!" Silverkit opened her eyes. Early morning sunlight streamed into the nursery.
Just a dream. She thought. She had been having dreams like this ever since she was 4 moons old. She got up and stretched her paws, then flexed her claws. Her mother had been watching her.
"Nice dream?" She asked.
"Kinda." Silverkit replied. "Can we get some fresh-kill? I'm starving!" Silverkit looked longly at her mother.
"Alright." replied her mother, signaling with her tail to follow her. They stepped out into the sunlight. Silverkit looked at the fresh-kill pile. She saw a plump mouse. She took it out and gave it to her mom. Her mother smiled at her.
She's learning already. She bent down and finished the mouse in a few bites. Silverkit waited patiently until her mother was done. Then she took a mouse for herself and gulped it down in a few hungry bites. She saw something in the corner of her eyes. She looked around and saw a falling leaf. She ran to catch it before it hit the ground.
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Kit
Breed: Australian mist
Personality:She is serious and mature for her age. She can be really energetic, and youthful as well. She likes playing with the other kits, but sometimes feels that she knows more about things than they do. She is very smart and kind, and will help anyone who asks. She loves listening to the elders old stories. She also loves to help take care of the elderly, and young alike. She is very respectful, and listens when it is needed time. She also loves talking to the warriors and listening to their stories, especially ones about when they were apprentices. She enjoys simple things, like walking through her home territory, and making new friends. She quests for knowledge, and comfort. She always finds herself dreaming of going outside the camp, but what ever is out there is beyond her ken. She loves, and respects Starclan, and looks to them for guidance.
History: She was the only kit of her mother's that survived, all the others were not strong enough to live. They died right after they were born. Her mother always watched her, never letting her out of her sight. Her father keeps an eye on her too. She always wondered what it would be like to have a brother or sister, but her mother tells her that the other kits are like sisters and brothers. When she was 3 moons old, she was playing with one of the other kits and fell on a rock, scratching her nose and upper right paw.
Pictures: www.kitten-stork.com/images/cutekitten.jpg
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