[WestClan Kit] Otterkit Feb 24, 2012 0:44:12 GMT -5
Post by sil on Feb 24, 2012 0:44:12 GMT -5
AGE: 4 moons (Leaf-fall)
Otterkit is a dark gray and brown tabby. He is the slimmest and lithest of his siblings, much like the water-loving creatures he is named for. His angular eyes are a bright emerald that darkens in hue closer to his pupils. His mackerel tabby stripes are such a dark gray they appear black.
Like the rest of his siblings, Otterkit has a splash of white on his muzzle, and lighter patches of fur around each eye. His back left leg is white all the way up to his belly. Otterkit’s tail is long, strong, and tapered at the tip, which helps propel him through the water. The most defining feature of this kit, however, is his “baby fuzz.” Most kits his age have begun to lose the fuzziness of kithood, but the fluffy, downy fur has persisted, much to Otterkit’s embarrassment. It is thick and noticeable, making him appear younger than he really is.
Otterkit is an enthusiastic young cat. Energetic and spontaneous, he loves causing mischief. He is smart and creative, so the pranks he concocts are typically planned and elaborate. Otterkit is able to put on a lot of charm to convince his siblings to go along with his plans, or to convince adults he was innocent. He has a tendency to exaggerate, but never outright lie.
A chatterbox by nature, Otterkit will babble when nervous, frightened, or angry. He is fiercely protective of his sister Fawnkit, the smallest of the family, whose gentle nature is one of the few things that can calm Otterkit. Despite being just a kit, he loves nothing more than the swampy water that makes up his territory. Swimming is his greatest pleasure.
Born to Larksong in the middle of leaf-fall, Otterkit was the first born of his siblings, with Fawnkit being the youngest. Growing up in the nursery, he would often persuade Foxkit and Fawnkit into participating in his elaborate pranks on other queens or apprentices. They would often get into trouble when they were caught, but it never dissuaded Otterkit from coming up with an even more intricate scheme.
During a handful of occasions, Otterkit escaped from the camp and into the swamp. Rather than being frightened, he explored the territory eagerly. He fell into a stream on one occasion, where he proved he was a natural strong swimmer. His strength gave out and he nearly drowned before being rescued. The incident scared his mother halfway to StarClan, and she has kept a closer eye on him ever since.
Many cats treat him strangely or offhandedly by distancing themselves from Otterkit and his littermates. Others will give him stern glares and disapproving looks, all of which Otterkit notices but doesn’t understand. This is because he hasn’t yet been told he is only half-Clan; his father was a loner.
Finn; father, loner (status unknown)
Otterkit picture (left cat)
Ugh, sorry this took forever to finish.