Post by ||Dawn|| on Jul 15, 2015 3:00:40 GMT -5
"You don't know me at all. You never will."
M o t h k i t
Age: Less than 6 moons
Gender: She-kit
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Kit
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Kit
D e s c r i p t i o n
Mothkit is a slender she-kit with a dark bluish-grey pelt. Her pelt is soft as silk and of average length, the colour akin to a raging storm cloud. As she grows older she will become lean and strong with powerful hind legs and a bite to match. Her eyes are a pale candle-gold, often lit up wide in wonder or awe.
P e r s o n a l i t y
Mothkit is a rather reserved she-cat, often cold and distrusting toward others, yet dutiful and mature, withdrawn with an intense golden stare. In her kit years she is more playful, however she grows to be rather serious with a cool tone. She is not always seemingly grouchy, as she does often prefer to keep to herself and observe others, however she will talk when she feels like it. She does have a softer side, however it is not too often shown. If she is not seen with an unreadable expression, she will wear her trademark cool smile.
S t r e n g t h s
Composure, self-control, observant, loving, tough, conscientious, co-operative, stoic, dignified, mature .
W e a k n e s s e s
Her shell is difficult to break, can be difficult to read, and sometimes appear more cold and aloof than she really is.
H i s t o r y
M o t h k i t
The feeling of her siblings pressed against her put the tiny kit’s mind at ease. Mothkit continued to knead Shadowfall’s belly, until at last her light golden eyes blinked open. Her siblings were burrowed into their mother’s belly, small dark balls of fur. Other, bigger cats passed by the den, and after letting out a tiny mew, she blinked, eyes adjusting to the light pouring into the warm den. She felt a tongue rasping over her head and slowly her eyes began to close as she drifted back into a peaceful sleep.