Post by |Morn| on Jul 13, 2015 23:26:14 GMT -5
Ravenkit - StormClan
"You can own the Earth and still, all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind"
Age:
Less than 6 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Rank:
Kit
Mentor:
X
Family Tree:
X
Description:
Ravenkit is a sleek, short-furred black she-cat with glossy silver eyes. She is larger than a typical kit since she was born to 2 very large cats and is in StormClan. Her face is triangular, giving it an attractive look, and her eyes are large and round. She is very well proportioned and has very sharp teeth and claws. Ravenkit is well-built and lean rather than lithe and agile like a typical she-cat.
Personality:
She will have a bad habit of thinking too highly of herself due to her lineage of both Nightstar and Stonestar. While in her early life she will be seen as disrespectful and rambunctious, she will develop to be fiercely loyal and proud. She will favor drama, and so will create it, and will search for friends both in and outside of StormClan, which may cause issues.
Strengths:
Proud
Optimistic
Physically Strong
Loyal
Fierce
Weaknesses:
Hyper
Attention Seeker
Conceited
Drama-Creator
Too Friendly Outside of StormClan
History:
In the midst of aggression, hatred, and defiance, no cat is safe. Claws are unsheathed, teeth are bared, and fur is risen at the sight of another Clan cat, but one thing has never changed. Kits. They have and always will be a sign of hope for the next generation to come - and that they are. Born and raised to fight and manipulate, many are lost in the bloodshed of battle as soon as they become apprentices. But there are hope for few, and this hope is cherished by cats of all kind. StormClan welcomes Ravenkit, Mothkit, and Smokekit with open hearts and burning ambition.
***
Ravenkit:
The sun glinted off a pure ebony pelt, curled close to a matching sibling and a blue-gray bundle of fur. The figure's tail - quite similar to a charred twig - twitched furiously as it tried to free itself from the prison of fur and heat. It toppled from the nest, yelping a bit as it hit the ground, and swiftly got to its tiny paws.
"Why, Ravenkit," a voice as smooth as the gentle breeze that blew into the den purred in the figure's small, pointed ears. "It's much too late for you to be up." The kit felt the scruff of her neck be tugged as she was placed back into her spot, and she looked up and blinked at the speaker with round, silver eyes - much like the color of old ash from a burned tree, or possibly the same gray as the faint morning glow that spread over StormClan's camp in the early dawn.
The speaker, one Ravenkit had already grown highly attached to, licked at the dark blue-gray kit's ears, and the sleek, black she-kit watched indignantly. Why was her sister getting better treatment than her? She deserved to be pampered.
"Sleep, Ravenkit," the larger she-cat finally said, nudging her down and grooming through her pelt. Soothed, Ravenkit closed her eyes and drifted into a dreamless slumber.
-
"These are the kits?" A tom's voice rasped with something akin to age, or maybe exhaustion. "My, they're beautiful."
"This one has your eyes," the larger she-cat, which Ravenkit had grown to know was named Shadowfall, purred, nudging her with her nose so she'd peer up at the tom. "And this one almost has your pelt, however she is a bit darker," Shadowfall now nudged Mothkit, who tried to tuck in closer to their mother.
"You wouldn't be able to tell these two apart if it weren't for their eyes," the tom chuckled, motioning to Ravenkit and Smokekit. "Although Smokekit is larger."
Smokekit looked from Shadowfall to the tom, named Stonestar, repeatedly, his tail twitching and thumping against Ravenkit. The she-kit turned her pretty silver eyes to Stonestar, studying the tom. So this was their father? She liked him. Attempting to crawl from the nest, she was interrupted by Shadowfall yanking her back yet again.
"Now, now, you mustn't go off like that. You're much too young." She rasped her tongue over Ravenkit's ears and she pulled away in defiance. She could handle her own! But now, she realized she had grown rather tired. If she'd gone off, she would probably have fallen asleep at a warrior's paws. Or worse, Brackenstripe's. She shuddered at the medicine cat's name. He did not like kits - especially Ravenkit, Mothkit, and Smokekit. He had said they were too energetic. She laid down, resting her head on her paws and purring a quiet, sweet purr when Shadowfall wrapped her tail around her. She appreciated it here - and she always would.
"You can own the Earth and still, all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind"
Age:
Less than 6 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Rank:
Kit
Mentor:
X
Family Tree:
X
Description:
Ravenkit is a sleek, short-furred black she-cat with glossy silver eyes. She is larger than a typical kit since she was born to 2 very large cats and is in StormClan. Her face is triangular, giving it an attractive look, and her eyes are large and round. She is very well proportioned and has very sharp teeth and claws. Ravenkit is well-built and lean rather than lithe and agile like a typical she-cat.
Personality:
She will have a bad habit of thinking too highly of herself due to her lineage of both Nightstar and Stonestar. While in her early life she will be seen as disrespectful and rambunctious, she will develop to be fiercely loyal and proud. She will favor drama, and so will create it, and will search for friends both in and outside of StormClan, which may cause issues.
Strengths:
Proud
Optimistic
Physically Strong
Loyal
Fierce
Weaknesses:
Hyper
Attention Seeker
Conceited
Drama-Creator
Too Friendly Outside of StormClan
History:
In the midst of aggression, hatred, and defiance, no cat is safe. Claws are unsheathed, teeth are bared, and fur is risen at the sight of another Clan cat, but one thing has never changed. Kits. They have and always will be a sign of hope for the next generation to come - and that they are. Born and raised to fight and manipulate, many are lost in the bloodshed of battle as soon as they become apprentices. But there are hope for few, and this hope is cherished by cats of all kind. StormClan welcomes Ravenkit, Mothkit, and Smokekit with open hearts and burning ambition.
***
Ravenkit:
The sun glinted off a pure ebony pelt, curled close to a matching sibling and a blue-gray bundle of fur. The figure's tail - quite similar to a charred twig - twitched furiously as it tried to free itself from the prison of fur and heat. It toppled from the nest, yelping a bit as it hit the ground, and swiftly got to its tiny paws.
"Why, Ravenkit," a voice as smooth as the gentle breeze that blew into the den purred in the figure's small, pointed ears. "It's much too late for you to be up." The kit felt the scruff of her neck be tugged as she was placed back into her spot, and she looked up and blinked at the speaker with round, silver eyes - much like the color of old ash from a burned tree, or possibly the same gray as the faint morning glow that spread over StormClan's camp in the early dawn.
The speaker, one Ravenkit had already grown highly attached to, licked at the dark blue-gray kit's ears, and the sleek, black she-kit watched indignantly. Why was her sister getting better treatment than her? She deserved to be pampered.
"Sleep, Ravenkit," the larger she-cat finally said, nudging her down and grooming through her pelt. Soothed, Ravenkit closed her eyes and drifted into a dreamless slumber.
-
"These are the kits?" A tom's voice rasped with something akin to age, or maybe exhaustion. "My, they're beautiful."
"This one has your eyes," the larger she-cat, which Ravenkit had grown to know was named Shadowfall, purred, nudging her with her nose so she'd peer up at the tom. "And this one almost has your pelt, however she is a bit darker," Shadowfall now nudged Mothkit, who tried to tuck in closer to their mother.
"You wouldn't be able to tell these two apart if it weren't for their eyes," the tom chuckled, motioning to Ravenkit and Smokekit. "Although Smokekit is larger."
Smokekit looked from Shadowfall to the tom, named Stonestar, repeatedly, his tail twitching and thumping against Ravenkit. The she-kit turned her pretty silver eyes to Stonestar, studying the tom. So this was their father? She liked him. Attempting to crawl from the nest, she was interrupted by Shadowfall yanking her back yet again.
"Now, now, you mustn't go off like that. You're much too young." She rasped her tongue over Ravenkit's ears and she pulled away in defiance. She could handle her own! But now, she realized she had grown rather tired. If she'd gone off, she would probably have fallen asleep at a warrior's paws. Or worse, Brackenstripe's. She shuddered at the medicine cat's name. He did not like kits - especially Ravenkit, Mothkit, and Smokekit. He had said they were too energetic. She laid down, resting her head on her paws and purring a quiet, sweet purr when Shadowfall wrapped her tail around her. She appreciated it here - and she always would.