Post by tawnykit on Nov 25, 2007 15:11:19 GMT -5
Other Accounts: Maplekit, Wildpaw, Fleecekit, Cloudedkit, Flurrycloud, Spellkit
Ribbon(s): Gold on Mapleh, and Gold on Wildy
Character: Tawnykit
Gender: She-kit
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Kit--Nearly apprentice [5 and 1/2 moons]
Appearance:
Tawnykit has tawny fur. It is that of a calico's and is splotched with random color's here and there. It is a thin pelt, perfect for summer, terrible for Leaf-bare. Her eyesight, is that of terrible because you see, she has no sight. She is blind. But one having no sight, makes up for it, right? Tawnykit's hearing is excellent, in the loudest of the thunder path, she could still hear a small mouse, scurrying among the ferns. This will make her an excellent fisher. Her scenting, is slowly catching up, she knows every warrior [That she has met] by smell, like an apprentice might. Still, she is very much behind in everything.
Personality:
Tawnykit is a social cat that is very quick-tempered about her disability. Tawnykit believes that her ability will make her the best warrior she can be, and alot of cats admire her self- confidence. Not only is she confident in herself, but she is also confident in others, she believes that anyone can do anything, this makes her a cute kit. She is always telling others, that they can be who they want to be. As you can see, Tawnykit is a very sweet kit. But when it comes to others making fun of her disability, that seems to vanish. She becomes angry, and she tells them 'You just Watch, I'm going to be the best warrior i can be, and you can't stop that. Yes, I have a disability, but all cats have one. Cloudkit can't speak, does that stop her? No! You watch.'. Tawnykit hates it when other's feel sad for her, or take pity on her.
History:
Tawnykit was born to Misticwind of Shadowclan, and Astertail of Riverclan. Tawnykit had one older brother, his name was Heronfoot. Heronfoot had been born pure Shadowclan with Dangerpelt, who died soon after birth. Heronfoot was a very respected cat, and a popular choice of mate. But know one knew Heronfoot was an ambitious cat. After Misticwind had told Heronfoot who her mate was, he decided to kill his own mother. Leaving a poor tiny scrap to survive in a world without love. But Heronfoot didn't stop there, oh he wasn't satisfied. He caught Astertail at the gorge, he pushed him off, where here father met his doom. The day Tawnykit was supposed to open her eyes may have very well been the worst day of her life. She was able to open her eyes, yes, but she had absolutely no vision. Heronfoot would always come and whisper in her ear: "You can't do nothing. I am perfect. I am the warrior Shadowclan has always wanted, and you are just a blind kit. You will die." Every time Tawnykit would run away in terror. Now, Heronfoot is dead, or so every one thinks, he was exiled after being accused of killing Misticflight. Tawnykit is five and a half moons and will become an apprentice next ceremony.
IC:
A small lean figure curled her tail neatly around her paws, as her sightless gaze, seemed to be mocking someone. I smell... Tawnykit lifted her muzzle in the air, as she scented a familiar smell. I smell...Ugh, Talonpaw. she thought. Suddenly she was bowled over, rolling head over heels on the nursery floor.
"What was that for?" Tawnykit meowed, her voice quiet and scared. The voice, rude and traitorous replied. "Huh, if you couldn't hear me coming, you'll never be a true warrior! You Useless! I pity you, Tawnykit. Too bad you'll be Tawnykit for--"
"Shut up will you?!" Tawnykit retorted, cutting the apprentice off. "You'll see, I'll be better than all of you. All cats have a disability. No, I won't follow you, you watch me. You'll see, I swear it by my life." Tawnykit hissed, her voice swelling up with more and more rage. "Well, Than you might as well just die. That will never in 6 million life times happen."
"Tawnykit, come here." came the stern mew of Flowerpelt, her foster-mother. Tawnykit stalked toward the scent, and layed down near her pretending to be asleep.
"You know, Talonpaw is right, Tawnykit will never be a real apprentice. You have to admit, it's true." came the meow Cobrakit, her nest mate.
"I know, but we don't have to tell her that." meowed Flowerpelt sternly. Tears began to well in Tawnykit's sightless eyes. "I knew none of you had faith in my future! I hate you!" she yowled. [WB ><]
Picture:
Code Words: Worship, Violetstar
Ribbon(s): Gold on Mapleh, and Gold on Wildy
Character: Tawnykit
Gender: She-kit
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Kit--Nearly apprentice [5 and 1/2 moons]
Appearance:
Tawnykit has tawny fur. It is that of a calico's and is splotched with random color's here and there. It is a thin pelt, perfect for summer, terrible for Leaf-bare. Her eyesight, is that of terrible because you see, she has no sight. She is blind. But one having no sight, makes up for it, right? Tawnykit's hearing is excellent, in the loudest of the thunder path, she could still hear a small mouse, scurrying among the ferns. This will make her an excellent fisher. Her scenting, is slowly catching up, she knows every warrior [That she has met] by smell, like an apprentice might. Still, she is very much behind in everything.
Personality:
Tawnykit is a social cat that is very quick-tempered about her disability. Tawnykit believes that her ability will make her the best warrior she can be, and alot of cats admire her self- confidence. Not only is she confident in herself, but she is also confident in others, she believes that anyone can do anything, this makes her a cute kit. She is always telling others, that they can be who they want to be. As you can see, Tawnykit is a very sweet kit. But when it comes to others making fun of her disability, that seems to vanish. She becomes angry, and she tells them 'You just Watch, I'm going to be the best warrior i can be, and you can't stop that. Yes, I have a disability, but all cats have one. Cloudkit can't speak, does that stop her? No! You watch.'. Tawnykit hates it when other's feel sad for her, or take pity on her.
History:
Tawnykit was born to Misticwind of Shadowclan, and Astertail of Riverclan. Tawnykit had one older brother, his name was Heronfoot. Heronfoot had been born pure Shadowclan with Dangerpelt, who died soon after birth. Heronfoot was a very respected cat, and a popular choice of mate. But know one knew Heronfoot was an ambitious cat. After Misticwind had told Heronfoot who her mate was, he decided to kill his own mother. Leaving a poor tiny scrap to survive in a world without love. But Heronfoot didn't stop there, oh he wasn't satisfied. He caught Astertail at the gorge, he pushed him off, where here father met his doom. The day Tawnykit was supposed to open her eyes may have very well been the worst day of her life. She was able to open her eyes, yes, but she had absolutely no vision. Heronfoot would always come and whisper in her ear: "You can't do nothing. I am perfect. I am the warrior Shadowclan has always wanted, and you are just a blind kit. You will die." Every time Tawnykit would run away in terror. Now, Heronfoot is dead, or so every one thinks, he was exiled after being accused of killing Misticflight. Tawnykit is five and a half moons and will become an apprentice next ceremony.
IC:
A small lean figure curled her tail neatly around her paws, as her sightless gaze, seemed to be mocking someone. I smell... Tawnykit lifted her muzzle in the air, as she scented a familiar smell. I smell...Ugh, Talonpaw. she thought. Suddenly she was bowled over, rolling head over heels on the nursery floor.
"What was that for?" Tawnykit meowed, her voice quiet and scared. The voice, rude and traitorous replied. "Huh, if you couldn't hear me coming, you'll never be a true warrior! You Useless! I pity you, Tawnykit. Too bad you'll be Tawnykit for--"
"Shut up will you?!" Tawnykit retorted, cutting the apprentice off. "You'll see, I'll be better than all of you. All cats have a disability. No, I won't follow you, you watch me. You'll see, I swear it by my life." Tawnykit hissed, her voice swelling up with more and more rage. "Well, Than you might as well just die. That will never in 6 million life times happen."
"Tawnykit, come here." came the stern mew of Flowerpelt, her foster-mother. Tawnykit stalked toward the scent, and layed down near her pretending to be asleep.
"You know, Talonpaw is right, Tawnykit will never be a real apprentice. You have to admit, it's true." came the meow Cobrakit, her nest mate.
"I know, but we don't have to tell her that." meowed Flowerpelt sternly. Tears began to well in Tawnykit's sightless eyes. "I knew none of you had faith in my future! I hate you!" she yowled. [WB ><]
Picture:
Code Words: Worship, Violetstar