Thread for Spiritsong: Spiritkit:WindClan:she-cat

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Go on, Spirit! Post yer bio! :3

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Name: Spiritkit

Do you honor?: Yesh =3

Age: 5 moons

Gender: She-Cat

Appearance: Spiritkit is a stunningly pretty she-cat, even for a kit. Her pelt is a soft blue-gray, like the clouds that give way to the great thunderheads who will rip open the skies with their wrath and fervor. Her right forepaw appears to be dipped in stormy gray ink, this time without a single tinge of the sea-color that has worked its way into the rest of her pelt. Her chest, stomache, and back are covered in odd white-gray dapples, most of them in rounded crescent shapes. A few have speckles in the middle, like a jaguar's roseattes. Her whiskers splay out every which-way, below bright stormy blue eyes shining with curiousity. Her tail is long and fluffy, dipped in the same blueless gray that her right forepaw is. Her claws are unusually long, fueling her love for climbing trees.

RP Example: {copied - I hope that's okay}

A lithe gray body streamed over endless smooth rock, weaving between the great sequoia trees and lodgepole pines, the most common foliage to be found in the Conifer Mountainlands. If one was to look closer, streaks of orange in a pelt of gray-white would become evident the creature. Orange-backed ears pricked forward, alert for any small disturbance in the land, any alteration in the territory that was hers. Feathers alight with fire burned upon massive wings starting right below the femme's neck, between the large shoulder blades protruding from the rest of her mass.

Azali nodded to the skies, a profound smile plastered on her maw. The wingèd K'weu Teuli were thriving, and starvation had not plagued the land once for a centruy. Thgough threats were arising, they had no time to think for them. Wait for the future until the future comes, she was always told by her mother. Just wait.

Her seafoam eyes shone against the golden autumn skies, an illusion created by the golden dawnlight reflecting upon the deciduous trees further east. The pools of green were full of emotion, desires, and fears. What if the Lights or Darks attacked? Would there ever be a force strong enough to guard against both alliances? Would a creature ever be chosen by the gods to come and save them?

A long, unsure howl echoed out of the vocals of the fae. Old White, where are you? Do you truly look over us from the endless cloudy skies? she thought mournfully, all thoughts of happiness evaporating.

Yes, the land had been flourishing, but it had stopped, and been bumped down to thriving over the past generation. In another generation, what would happen? Something had to happen, a miracle sent by the gods.

Azali fluttered her wings, and broke into a run, powerful legs stretching out and contracting back in. With a graceful leap and the spreading of her burning feathered plumes, she was airborne, soaring over the territory.

What would happen...?

Clan: WindClan

Rank: Kit

Breed: You can tell there's some bengal in her, but it's vague from there on...

Personality: Spiritkit is endlessly curious, wandering around the nursery and sticking her nose where it shouldn't be. Many a queen says that some day this may get her in trouble, and it probably will. But the little kit's motto is "Save today for today and tomorrow and tomorrow," so she probably doesn't quite care what troubles await her. This kit loves to climb trees, every moment of it. She isn't quite allowed, as is stated by her mother again and again, but the dappled she-cat doesn't really listen. Her one dream is to be the greatest warrior in WindClan, though first she has to realize that following the Warrior Code to the tee is more important than being heralded as a hero. She is generally very warm towards her friends, though she can be crazy protective sometimes.

History: Though she is still a kit, much of her history is yet to be written...

Spiritkit's father's name was Arkor, a dark bengal tom, who also happened to be a rogue. He fell madly in love with Wintersky, her mother, and there started the existense of Spiritkit.

Her mother died in kitbirth, though she does not know of it. All of the kits but her were stillborn.

She has been growing up happily, enjoying every moment of her life. Some day she may be told of her mother, though she will never know about her father's existence; Wintersky never let the name of the tom slip.

Pictures: I need to draw one... x3

[finish later]

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Okee :3 I'll say what should be corrected when it's done.
But why draw a picceh? I'd be glad to find one for you, an actual photo n_n

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xD I like drawing... ^^ I draw a tad too much. I'm continuing the bio...

EDIT// Finished! You may now tell me what is wrong with it.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Okee :3
Meh xDDD Ya talk like me. Ish funkeh ;P

First of all, please embolden the sections [except for the 'Do you honor' one].
Second, around three or four sentences should be added to the RP example. And it's fine if ya copeh :3
And the rest is fine n_n Neh. Just correct that, and you'll be done!

I like drawing. Tons and tons. The only reason you don't see many of my drawings here is because:
1. I'm too lazeh xDDDD
2. They're mostly imaginary creatures for planets or stories and such. Mehs have a big imagination. -pokes head-
3. There's too many xP And my brother hogs the scanner computer.

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I'll improve the IC; replacing it with another. xD Question - the sections are emboldened. Do you mean making it all bold? 0_0

On drawing - I don't always scan things. I like meh tablet plus PhotoShop or Oekaki. =3

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Much better :3 Lurve the new one. Good for that.
They are? They are. xDDDD It's hard to tell with the small print, but now I see it.
Okee :3 Then I suppose that means... you are accepted!