Post by feather on Oct 7, 2008 10:45:56 GMT -5
Name: Featherkit
Gender: she-cat
Clan: SapphireClan
Rank: kit
Age: 2 moons
Appearance: Featherkit is average size for a kit her age. Her fur is mostly black and white. She also has tufts on her ears and a small pink nose.
Personality:She is prone to try to bend the rules a bit. It is still surprising to some members of the clan that she in still in the clan. she is also a very fast learner, and very smart. She is know to some of the other kits and queens as queen of the sarcasm. She is sarcastic allot of the time to almost everybody. But she is still lovable.
History:Featherkit was found just outside the clearing one morning when she was a newborn kit with her two brothers. One brother was already dead when they found them and her other brother died shortly after.
Roleplay Example: Featherkit woke up bored. everyone was sleeping so she decided to sneak out to the clearing. When she got their she headed strait to the fresh-kill pile and carefully pulled some feathers out of a birds wing. She marched proudly around the clearing with the feathers in her mouth. She took them back to the nursery and started playing with them.
Gender: she-cat
Clan: SapphireClan
Rank: kit
Age: 2 moons
Appearance: Featherkit is average size for a kit her age. Her fur is mostly black and white. She also has tufts on her ears and a small pink nose.
Personality:She is prone to try to bend the rules a bit. It is still surprising to some members of the clan that she in still in the clan. she is also a very fast learner, and very smart. She is know to some of the other kits and queens as queen of the sarcasm. She is sarcastic allot of the time to almost everybody. But she is still lovable.
History:Featherkit was found just outside the clearing one morning when she was a newborn kit with her two brothers. One brother was already dead when they found them and her other brother died shortly after.
Roleplay Example: Featherkit woke up bored. everyone was sleeping so she decided to sneak out to the clearing. When she got their she headed strait to the fresh-kill pile and carefully pulled some feathers out of a birds wing. She marched proudly around the clearing with the feathers in her mouth. She took them back to the nursery and started playing with them.