Post by goldsummer on Jul 18, 2017 1:26:48 GMT
☀ CREEKKIT ☀
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-NAME: Creekkit
GENDER: Male
AGE: 2 Moons
CLAN: Riverclan
POSITION: Kit
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Short-haired lynx point tom with dusty leg-stripes, grey paws, tail and face.
APPEARANCE:
- Presently: What tottled on tiny grey paws appeared little more as a scrap of light raincloud taken out of the sky, kit-soft fur a poof that covered the entirety of his small, fragile body. Thickly haired, at least in youth, it is likely his fur will become shorter with age... but for the time being, his actual frame is difficult to discern under the straight fur. Born of Riverclan, he is the next generation of evolution, adaptation to their surroundings... a chance at a tighter niche of skill. In Riverclan's case... he could become an adept swimmer. The toes of his small gray paws exhibit more than average webbing, flexible and more easily splayed. His tail is short, appearing a little more scrappy compared to the rest of him: just a banded, gray-tipped appendage that barely reached below the center of his rounded back. Ice blue eyes blazed vibrantly out of the gray face, clear and full of wonder, like a reflection of the sky on the surface of a trickling stream. Pale white claws, long and hooked, poked out of his digits during play or feeding, his small face sporting high cheekbones and a rounded, pert little muzzle that splayed out with short white whiskers.
PERSONALITY:
- Presently: Impressionable, adaptable. As a very young creature, the world is all about exploring: exploring it, exploring himself, learning what gravity is, night and day, perspective and social aspects. What he learns will strongly shape how he acts further on in life. Thus far, he has been treated with kindness, love, and warmth: to the point he has come to expect it. This provides to him a sense of security, a sense that he is wanted around, providing warm fuzzlies abound. As far as he is concerned, the world is perfect. It, and he... do not need to change. It is funny, the passage of time... within points of one's life, they feel as though they will always be that way, to the point that a false sense of invulnerability occurs... If he cannot fathom it, how could it possibly affect him? Creekkit therefore imagines that he is a special kind of undying cat. Time will not touch him (he thinks). He needs only to reach out and step into the open world, and everything will fall freely into his opened paws. Optimistic about the future, Creekkit is not aware of what may come, and bears no signs of concern, worry or fear. Sometimes learning how to hunt or fight with his siblings, he is only that much more determined to become like his family idols: Strong, and controlled, and courageous.
HISTORY:
- Presently: His history was purely an ethereal, spiritual sort of existence to begin with. No words, little sounds... only the presence of his mother, all-encompassing, and the presence of his brother, Mistkit. There was no world: no place to land his paws, no air to breathe, no light. Only a permanency of comfort, the occasional thought, the feeling that he occasionally bumped noses against a creature that loved him. The only memory of his birth, which he doesn't realize it for what it is, was a sudden gleaming of bright light, fear, and activity. Solid confusion greeted his first day on Earth as an independent biological creature, and the soothing sounds of his mother and her grooming tongue was only too welcomed. Since then, he has existed within a warm pocket of contentment, play, and occasional excitement when his older siblings came to visit.
GENDER: Male
AGE: 2 Moons
CLAN: Riverclan
POSITION: Kit
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Short-haired lynx point tom with dusty leg-stripes, grey paws, tail and face.
APPEARANCE:
- Presently: What tottled on tiny grey paws appeared little more as a scrap of light raincloud taken out of the sky, kit-soft fur a poof that covered the entirety of his small, fragile body. Thickly haired, at least in youth, it is likely his fur will become shorter with age... but for the time being, his actual frame is difficult to discern under the straight fur. Born of Riverclan, he is the next generation of evolution, adaptation to their surroundings... a chance at a tighter niche of skill. In Riverclan's case... he could become an adept swimmer. The toes of his small gray paws exhibit more than average webbing, flexible and more easily splayed. His tail is short, appearing a little more scrappy compared to the rest of him: just a banded, gray-tipped appendage that barely reached below the center of his rounded back. Ice blue eyes blazed vibrantly out of the gray face, clear and full of wonder, like a reflection of the sky on the surface of a trickling stream. Pale white claws, long and hooked, poked out of his digits during play or feeding, his small face sporting high cheekbones and a rounded, pert little muzzle that splayed out with short white whiskers.
PERSONALITY:
- Presently: Impressionable, adaptable. As a very young creature, the world is all about exploring: exploring it, exploring himself, learning what gravity is, night and day, perspective and social aspects. What he learns will strongly shape how he acts further on in life. Thus far, he has been treated with kindness, love, and warmth: to the point he has come to expect it. This provides to him a sense of security, a sense that he is wanted around, providing warm fuzzlies abound. As far as he is concerned, the world is perfect. It, and he... do not need to change. It is funny, the passage of time... within points of one's life, they feel as though they will always be that way, to the point that a false sense of invulnerability occurs... If he cannot fathom it, how could it possibly affect him? Creekkit therefore imagines that he is a special kind of undying cat. Time will not touch him (he thinks). He needs only to reach out and step into the open world, and everything will fall freely into his opened paws. Optimistic about the future, Creekkit is not aware of what may come, and bears no signs of concern, worry or fear. Sometimes learning how to hunt or fight with his siblings, he is only that much more determined to become like his family idols: Strong, and controlled, and courageous.
HISTORY:
- Presently: His history was purely an ethereal, spiritual sort of existence to begin with. No words, little sounds... only the presence of his mother, all-encompassing, and the presence of his brother, Mistkit. There was no world: no place to land his paws, no air to breathe, no light. Only a permanency of comfort, the occasional thought, the feeling that he occasionally bumped noses against a creature that loved him. The only memory of his birth, which he doesn't realize it for what it is, was a sudden gleaming of bright light, fear, and activity. Solid confusion greeted his first day on Earth as an independent biological creature, and the soothing sounds of his mother and her grooming tongue was only too welcomed. Since then, he has existed within a warm pocket of contentment, play, and occasional excitement when his older siblings came to visit.
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