Post by Bracken on Oct 24, 2011 19:49:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Russetpaw gender: Sh-cat age: 10 Moons clan: Shadowclan rank: Apprentice [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE The kit was a medium hair she-cat, with a coat a silky hue she took great pride in. The coat was a luxurious tan hue over the majority of the body, however from the top of her head, coating her ears, down her spine and down to the tip of her tail was a black hue. As she grows the black will fade more and more into only a distinct line along her head, spine and tail. Along her body, neck, tail and limbs the black would fade out into the tan hue. The tan color was almost a dusty sand hue, almost clay red in color. Her gaze was a bright hazel hue with lean limbs to carry her and a long feather-like tail PERSONALITY She was a calm cat, always watching those around her before acting upon anything. The kit had a love of hunting, and little problems with fighting. She was always curious, leaving the camp to explore and meet other cats. She had little respect for Bloodclan, yet carried the fierce loyalty Shadowclan was known for towards her birth clan, and a need to help others no matter their clan. It was always something she could not do, leave a cat alone to fend off their problems, although she would learn some battles are best fought alone over time. The kit felt little in the way of boundaries, ready to explore any part of the territory, as time goes on and she gains a mentor she will learn what respecting borders means, and with a high capacity for memory of herbs, something she prided herself on. Though she does not know it, she will be chosen for betrothal, forced into a mating she would never wish on her worst enemy. Love was something real, it had to exist. Other cats had found it, so why couldn't she? A hopeless romantic the kit rarely had outbursts towards toms, becoming tongue-tied around some and flirtatious around others. Yet how would she react when forced to have kits with a tom she barely knows? HISTORY Born to two Shadowclan cats, she grew up among other kits, loving life, enjoying her time among them. As she grew she became curious like any kit, she and the others would sneak off every now and then to explore the territory and find new things, what makes their territory unique. Russetkit enjoyed hunting, the idea of feeding her clan and helping them prosper made her paws tingle with anticipation. Yet watching the medicine cats is what truly made her heart sing. The idea of knowing which herbs could soothe her clanmates made the kit follow the medicine cats around until they were blue in the face and so was her mother. She was supposed to be a queen one day, like her mother and her mother's mother, yet herbs, Starclan and her clan were truly calling to her. Sadly this would never be her destiny, that was laid out not by Starclan, that was nearly forgotten, but by Bloodclan. [/style] |
