Post by Quillpaw on Dec 16, 2007 20:41:39 GMT -5
(sorry it took so long- the role playing example was supposed to the the history, but I couldn't round it out...so I changed it to the role playing example, and made a new history! I may be able to finally role play! =D)
name xx;
Fallenkit
gender xx;
Male
clan xx;
ThunderClan
rank xx;
Kit
description xx;
Fallenkit has soft, short dull gray fur. Along his muzzle, eyes, chest, stomach and paws, though, his fur is a light hazel. The kit's nose is a dark red, and smooth as a stone- yet soft as, well, a kit! Fallenkit has over sized ears, much to big for his head- which swivel constantly, listening to any slight sound. Oddly, his paws are slim and tidy, great for running and climbing trees.
picture xx;
[x clicky]
personality xx;
Fallenkit is the standard kit, excited at anything he may get to do for the clan. The gray kit has a great sense of humor, and is rarely not joking. Though when he is serious, he can be very stiff. He'd much rather be out and about, than sitting in the nursery, doing nothing. Which gets him into trouble- the kit is always thinking of how to sneak away. Plus, Fallenkit can be extremely rude, if the occasion calls for it. He could make you want to pull your fur out and just as soon make you want to hug him. The kit's curiosity can become surprisingly annoying, question after question...
history xx;:
His parents...well, he never knew his parents. Few of the warriors have ever even heard of them- they were just a couple of rouges who were caught on the territory and chased out, leaving Fallenkit behind. For a while, they'd waited for the rouges to come back for the kit. When no one came, they took him in, and named him Fallenkit. They told the clan that they were one of the queen's kits, so as he would not be shunned by his heritage. Not even he knows that he had rouge blood in him.
(Sorry, not much...considering he's just a kit!)
ic xx;(In Character)
"Fallenkit! Get up already!" A small paw prodded Fallenkit's side, making him jump.
"Huh, wha--" He mumbled, half asleep.
"It's sunhigh! You've slept through half of the day!" Hazelkit groaned, jabbing Fallenkit's side once more.
Fallenkit bolted upright, blinking sleep away from his eyes. A beam of sunlight was warming his soft fur, and he realized that it really was sunhigh.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up earlier?" He meowed groggily, stretching out his paws.
"Me and Lilykit were gonna’ sneak past the warrior's den, out of camp. You'd murder us later if we left without you." Hazelkit stated simply, washing a light brown paw.
"Well, that much is true..." the gray kit muttered darkly, already looking forward to the adventure.
He had a sort of reputation as an escape artist in the clan, frequently having to be found.
"Lets go to four trees!" Lilykit squealed, licking down her clean white chest fur. It was a nervous habit of hers.
"No!" Protested Hazelkit, "I want to go into the forest!"
"Lets go to the twoleg nests!" Fallenkit chided. The two other kits fell silent, looking at him as though he were crazy.
"The Twoleg nests?" Lilykit meowed, saying the words as if they were a bad piece of freshkill. Hazelkit just continued to stare at Fallenkit, wide-eyed.
The gray kit's gaze suddenly fell to his paws, which he kneaded nervously. Regretting his suggestion. "Well, yeah...we've never been there before, no kit has! We could be the first!"
After a long and nerve racking silence- at least on Fallenkit's side- Lilykit looked up, "Well, why not?" She recieved a questioning look from Hazelkit, "I mean, hardly any warrior has been there, either! Maybe, if we bring back something from their nests, they'll see how brave we are, and make us apprentices early!"
Hazelkit sighed. "Fine then, but if we get caught, it was Fallenkit's idea." He grumbled, and together, tails high, the three kits scampered stealthily towards the camp entrance.
codeword xx;
Believer
Fallenkit
gender xx;
Male
clan xx;
ThunderClan
rank xx;
Kit
description xx;
Fallenkit has soft, short dull gray fur. Along his muzzle, eyes, chest, stomach and paws, though, his fur is a light hazel. The kit's nose is a dark red, and smooth as a stone- yet soft as, well, a kit! Fallenkit has over sized ears, much to big for his head- which swivel constantly, listening to any slight sound. Oddly, his paws are slim and tidy, great for running and climbing trees.
picture xx;
[x clicky]
personality xx;
Fallenkit is the standard kit, excited at anything he may get to do for the clan. The gray kit has a great sense of humor, and is rarely not joking. Though when he is serious, he can be very stiff. He'd much rather be out and about, than sitting in the nursery, doing nothing. Which gets him into trouble- the kit is always thinking of how to sneak away. Plus, Fallenkit can be extremely rude, if the occasion calls for it. He could make you want to pull your fur out and just as soon make you want to hug him. The kit's curiosity can become surprisingly annoying, question after question...
history xx;:
His parents...well, he never knew his parents. Few of the warriors have ever even heard of them- they were just a couple of rouges who were caught on the territory and chased out, leaving Fallenkit behind. For a while, they'd waited for the rouges to come back for the kit. When no one came, they took him in, and named him Fallenkit. They told the clan that they were one of the queen's kits, so as he would not be shunned by his heritage. Not even he knows that he had rouge blood in him.
(Sorry, not much...considering he's just a kit!)
ic xx;(In Character)
"Fallenkit! Get up already!" A small paw prodded Fallenkit's side, making him jump.
"Huh, wha--" He mumbled, half asleep.
"It's sunhigh! You've slept through half of the day!" Hazelkit groaned, jabbing Fallenkit's side once more.
Fallenkit bolted upright, blinking sleep away from his eyes. A beam of sunlight was warming his soft fur, and he realized that it really was sunhigh.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up earlier?" He meowed groggily, stretching out his paws.
"Me and Lilykit were gonna’ sneak past the warrior's den, out of camp. You'd murder us later if we left without you." Hazelkit stated simply, washing a light brown paw.
"Well, that much is true..." the gray kit muttered darkly, already looking forward to the adventure.
He had a sort of reputation as an escape artist in the clan, frequently having to be found.
"Lets go to four trees!" Lilykit squealed, licking down her clean white chest fur. It was a nervous habit of hers.
"No!" Protested Hazelkit, "I want to go into the forest!"
"Lets go to the twoleg nests!" Fallenkit chided. The two other kits fell silent, looking at him as though he were crazy.
"The Twoleg nests?" Lilykit meowed, saying the words as if they were a bad piece of freshkill. Hazelkit just continued to stare at Fallenkit, wide-eyed.
The gray kit's gaze suddenly fell to his paws, which he kneaded nervously. Regretting his suggestion. "Well, yeah...we've never been there before, no kit has! We could be the first!"
After a long and nerve racking silence- at least on Fallenkit's side- Lilykit looked up, "Well, why not?" She recieved a questioning look from Hazelkit, "I mean, hardly any warrior has been there, either! Maybe, if we bring back something from their nests, they'll see how brave we are, and make us apprentices early!"
Hazelkit sighed. "Fine then, but if we get caught, it was Fallenkit's idea." He grumbled, and together, tails high, the three kits scampered stealthily towards the camp entrance.
codeword xx;
Believer
Accepted! I can tell that Fogdeath is gonna have to watch this kit a lot, sounds like a regular trouble-maker.