Post by Snowstar on May 29, 2006 17:26:41 GMT -5
Name: Eaglekit
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 3 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A white and auburn molted tom, Eaglekit inherited his pelt form his father. His amber eyes are exactly the same as his mother's and he carries his features with pride. He is shorter than the rest of his litter for he was born last, though that also may come from his mother as well, for she is rather short. He is stocky as well, his legs much shorter than his siblings, though that makes him all the more deadly during their play fights for he can easily slip underneath their legs.
Eaglekit also has aquired a lisp that inserts w's into many words he speaks. Though many find this chamring and cute, he would rather he never had it and instead talked like a normal kit without being interrupted by the cooing of a passing queen as he is talking to his friends.
RP Example: ((This is in the future...))
Eaglepaw sighed sadly . This mouse had been eluding him for who knows how long, and nothing seemed to be changing. He had aimlessly chased it through brambles, brush and trees, and still it seemed to be one step ahead of him. He did not know how far he had chased it, when suddenly he heard a hostile yowl, and as he looked up he smelled ThunderClan scent, becoming ever stronger. His eyes focused on three unfamiliar shapes. Eaglepaw bolted out of the clearing.
His small body zigzagged across the ground, his tail following his every moovement, and his ears pressed flat against his head under the immense preassure of the wind. Crunching bracken at every step, panting, hearing his heart pounding in his ears, he ran and ran until the angry ThunderClan scent faded into the ShadowClan scent of home. Stepping quickly into the camp, he prepared himself for the severe punishment that was sure to come as soon as any cat smelled the traces of ThunderClan that he picked up at the border. Eyes filling with a hint of fear, he rushed toward the ShadowClan deputy, his tiny paws flinging across the ground. In seconds he had reached Crystalrain and he quickly explained what had happened, the words tumbling out of his mouth in terror. Eyes widening in intenser fear, he looked up at her and meowed "What are you going to do?"
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
Breed: Siamese, Burmese mix
Personality: Hot-headed is the one word that comes to mind when you speak of Eaglekit. He takes everything as an insult or a threat, nothing more. He will be found in endless arguments with his denmates and the only time he ever calms down is when his mother scolds him. The only reason why he talks out is to get attention, for he thinks that because he is the only one in his family now and he will be looked down upon. Needless to say, he does earn himself quite a bit of attention.
Eaglekit's lack of respect gets him into a twist on many occasions, and he is usually found in the elders den, clearing out bedding and other such things. When you do dive under his mischievous demeanor, you will find a compassionate kit who cares more about his family than himself. He would gladly give his life to them any day, especially if he had the choice to bring any member of his family, back to the forest from Starclan.
If you want to dive even deeper into this kit, you will find his true colors, a fun-loving tom who would gladly slack off in his duties to bask in the sun all day. If you catch him in one of his better moods, or when he is talking to somecat he cares about, you will find a small part of his inner core displayed, though as soon as someone else comes it, the mood shatters and you are back to square one.
Eaglekit is, apparently, a very moody cat.
History: Born to a litter of six, Eaglekit is the son of Bravesoul and Cricket. His siblings are a rather motley crew, Mistkit, the arrogant one, Winterkit, the optimistic one, Sandkit, the compassionate one, Vaporkit, the determined one, Skullkit, the pessimistic one, and him, the runt of the litter, having no claim to any title except 'moody.'
His parents were both loners before joining the Clan, which technically does not make him a true ShadowClanner, though he certainly does have the heart of one, and as a result he is always striving to be the best. ShadowClanner, however, does believe him to be a true Clan member, for you needn't worry about your heritage when you are part of a Clan, but Eaglekit sticks to his own mindset, giving himself a reason to work himself to the bone for his Clan.
For the first moon of his life, everything was fine; Perfect in every way possible. The moment he turned 2 moons, all of his life went haywire or even turned to Choas. The day of his birthday, his 5 siblings had caught Whitecough, ultimatly ending in their death. The diease spread across camp quickly enough for half of the elders to die, joining their path to starclan. Though the medicine cat worked franticlly, she could not work fast enough, thus ending in the death of his brothers and sisters. As if to make matters worse, there was a raid on the camp from a few NightClanners. Though the warriors of ShadowClan managed to fight them off, their were many dreadful deaths preformed that day. Eaglekit had lost both of his parents that day, as well as each and every warrior he admired.
As a result of the above, Eaglekit is determined to set a higher standard for himself, earning a spot among the most trusted warriors in ShadowClan and proving that he is worth something to his denmates , who look down on him for most of his family had died. No, They don't take pity on him, but make fun of him as if to say he is worthless and he should have gone with his siblings. This makes him want to try even harder than before, and do his best to serve his clan. However, when a deadly illness comes into play, he finds a chance to prove himself worthy, but the problem is, will his quest for fame and acceptance cost him is life?
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 3 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A white and auburn molted tom, Eaglekit inherited his pelt form his father. His amber eyes are exactly the same as his mother's and he carries his features with pride. He is shorter than the rest of his litter for he was born last, though that also may come from his mother as well, for she is rather short. He is stocky as well, his legs much shorter than his siblings, though that makes him all the more deadly during their play fights for he can easily slip underneath their legs.
Eaglekit also has aquired a lisp that inserts w's into many words he speaks. Though many find this chamring and cute, he would rather he never had it and instead talked like a normal kit without being interrupted by the cooing of a passing queen as he is talking to his friends.
RP Example: ((This is in the future...))
Eaglepaw sighed sadly . This mouse had been eluding him for who knows how long, and nothing seemed to be changing. He had aimlessly chased it through brambles, brush and trees, and still it seemed to be one step ahead of him. He did not know how far he had chased it, when suddenly he heard a hostile yowl, and as he looked up he smelled ThunderClan scent, becoming ever stronger. His eyes focused on three unfamiliar shapes. Eaglepaw bolted out of the clearing.
His small body zigzagged across the ground, his tail following his every moovement, and his ears pressed flat against his head under the immense preassure of the wind. Crunching bracken at every step, panting, hearing his heart pounding in his ears, he ran and ran until the angry ThunderClan scent faded into the ShadowClan scent of home. Stepping quickly into the camp, he prepared himself for the severe punishment that was sure to come as soon as any cat smelled the traces of ThunderClan that he picked up at the border. Eyes filling with a hint of fear, he rushed toward the ShadowClan deputy, his tiny paws flinging across the ground. In seconds he had reached Crystalrain and he quickly explained what had happened, the words tumbling out of his mouth in terror. Eyes widening in intenser fear, he looked up at her and meowed "What are you going to do?"
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
Breed: Siamese, Burmese mix
Personality: Hot-headed is the one word that comes to mind when you speak of Eaglekit. He takes everything as an insult or a threat, nothing more. He will be found in endless arguments with his denmates and the only time he ever calms down is when his mother scolds him. The only reason why he talks out is to get attention, for he thinks that because he is the only one in his family now and he will be looked down upon. Needless to say, he does earn himself quite a bit of attention.
Eaglekit's lack of respect gets him into a twist on many occasions, and he is usually found in the elders den, clearing out bedding and other such things. When you do dive under his mischievous demeanor, you will find a compassionate kit who cares more about his family than himself. He would gladly give his life to them any day, especially if he had the choice to bring any member of his family, back to the forest from Starclan.
If you want to dive even deeper into this kit, you will find his true colors, a fun-loving tom who would gladly slack off in his duties to bask in the sun all day. If you catch him in one of his better moods, or when he is talking to somecat he cares about, you will find a small part of his inner core displayed, though as soon as someone else comes it, the mood shatters and you are back to square one.
Eaglekit is, apparently, a very moody cat.
History: Born to a litter of six, Eaglekit is the son of Bravesoul and Cricket. His siblings are a rather motley crew, Mistkit, the arrogant one, Winterkit, the optimistic one, Sandkit, the compassionate one, Vaporkit, the determined one, Skullkit, the pessimistic one, and him, the runt of the litter, having no claim to any title except 'moody.'
His parents were both loners before joining the Clan, which technically does not make him a true ShadowClanner, though he certainly does have the heart of one, and as a result he is always striving to be the best. ShadowClanner, however, does believe him to be a true Clan member, for you needn't worry about your heritage when you are part of a Clan, but Eaglekit sticks to his own mindset, giving himself a reason to work himself to the bone for his Clan.
For the first moon of his life, everything was fine; Perfect in every way possible. The moment he turned 2 moons, all of his life went haywire or even turned to Choas. The day of his birthday, his 5 siblings had caught Whitecough, ultimatly ending in their death. The diease spread across camp quickly enough for half of the elders to die, joining their path to starclan. Though the medicine cat worked franticlly, she could not work fast enough, thus ending in the death of his brothers and sisters. As if to make matters worse, there was a raid on the camp from a few NightClanners. Though the warriors of ShadowClan managed to fight them off, their were many dreadful deaths preformed that day. Eaglekit had lost both of his parents that day, as well as each and every warrior he admired.
As a result of the above, Eaglekit is determined to set a higher standard for himself, earning a spot among the most trusted warriors in ShadowClan and proving that he is worth something to his denmates , who look down on him for most of his family had died. No, They don't take pity on him, but make fun of him as if to say he is worthless and he should have gone with his siblings. This makes him want to try even harder than before, and do his best to serve his clan. However, when a deadly illness comes into play, he finds a chance to prove himself worthy, but the problem is, will his quest for fame and acceptance cost him is life?
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
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