Post by Wispeh-Kins on Sept 23, 2008 17:00:59 GMT -8
N a m e: Whisperkit
G e n d e r: She-cat
A g e: five moons
C l a n: HorizonClan
R a n k: kit
I m a g e: www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/garden-journal-04/ginger-kitten-pink-rose.jpg
F a m i l y: (Mother, deceased), Jupiter (Father, deceased), Mintkit (brother, deceased)
M a t e: None
K i t s: None
C o m p a n i o n: None
… No companion
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
A young, skinny, and fluffy young she-cat, Questionable, and tense when it comes to new things, though can be sweet when she wants to.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Whisperkit is a small orange tabby, her fur is quite fluffy for her age, but her mother believes it wont be long when she was an adult. She has very bright and vivid blue eyes, like her father, though she never really knew him that well, for he was gone all the time. Her tail is an average length, but her bone structure is bulkier then a normal kit. She has long legs, but small paws, good for speed, but not that great for hunting.
Her pelt is that of a tabby, orange and cream with white paws, and a white muzzle. The striped are a darker shade then her pelt, and she has little white rings around her small eyes. She has a bright pink nose that she isn’t afraid to stick where things need to be discovered, and long white whiskers.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Whisperkit is a very questionable cat, wanting to try new things, but asks many questions. She is very nosey, and does what she can to get information upon whatever she is interested in. She can be very sweet and understanding, though she treats her brother like a little kit, just because of his leg. She can be full of herself, and very persistent, but can usually find ways to work out complicated things.
H i s t o r y:
Explained in sample
O v e r a l l:
Whisperkit is a orange tabby with darker orange stripes, and white markings. She has bright blue eyes, and white whiskers. Being a very small kit, she turns everything into questions, she is always ask before Do, and do before think. Though she can be a very sweet and understanding kit.
S a m p l e:
The screen of midnight cast across the forest, every tree had its darkened feelings of un-belonging. A wolf’s eye glinted in the distance, with a muzzle covered in blood, and his wide jaw chomped over what seamed to be its prey, and soon disappeared into the black darkness of the trees. Nothing was heard except the hoot of a large gray owl, and a whimpering kit hiding in an old badger’s set.
Her fluffy golden pelt shone in the small light that the moon cast down through the trees, but she kept her small eyes closed as if to hide her from the outside world. A small heap of leaves lay beside her, and within the heap, a large grey and white cat lay, lifeless and unmoving, the red blood glimmered in the moonlight, and soaked the small kits paws.
She pressed her muzzle into the cats fur, and breathed her mothers scent in deeply. Her small eyes closed tighter then before farcing the tears to flow down her face, and splashing into the small pools of blood, intertwining a pure substance with the crimson essence.
She opened her mouth, and out came a wail of despair and she stared at her mothers body, opening her eyes only a few times, their bright emerald gaze glittered with the salty tears, then disappeared as she closed then once more. She placed her small nimble tail on her mothers body, the lightly colored rings on the golden-orange fur, was soaked in the blood of her parent, but she gave no notice as she began rasping her small, rough tongue over her mothers fur, and still no response came from the lifeless cat.
Her father had been taken by the creature, and her brother had fled, probably another prey of the wolf. She was left alone; the lights grew dimmer as a cloud passed over the moon hiding the world from its beauty, as if hiding its face from such a horrifying sight.
C o d e . P h r a s e: Starlit Sorrows [/font]
