Post by Kenya on Apr 23, 2012 20:41:55 GMT -5
NAME: Rainkit Sledder
AGE: 7 moons
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: Raiders
RANK: Fledgling
DESCRIPTION: Sledder is a small cat, expected for his young age. His pelt is a soft silver and gray color, smooth across his body. The fur along his throat, underbelly and tail are long white and wispy. The fur around his muzzle and black nose is a lighter almost white silver. Sledder's front legs are completely silver with the exception of the tips of his paws dipped in white. His back legs turn white midway down covering his back paws.
His eyes are a light sky blue and look large on his small head and frame. His long slender pointed ears also look odd on this small cat. Sledder's left flank holds a scar dragged along it he gained from training as a fledgling.
PERSONALITY:
Sledder is small and lithe unlike the other cats. Currently he is the only fledging, so all the attention goes to him. Attention like that does things to a cat. His innocents as a kit are long gone in a forgotten life. Sledder now stands tall to the cats he is forced to fight and often mumbles insults under his breathe at the others who disagree with him. His attitude has gotten him clawed before, and he's sure to have it again. His large ears allow him to hear their conversations which he uses to his advantage sometimes. Where's the fun in minding your own business anyway? The raiders take advantage of his rank and smaller size, and there is nothing he can do about it. Though the only cats he truly respects out of fear are the high ranking cats, the captains and lieutenants.
No one else really matters. As long as Sledder can get a decent meal and through a days training, that all he needs.
Sometimes, in his sleep he dreams of cold wispy air, and soft fur by his side. Sometimes he sees images in his sleep of many cats, not fighting or terrible but working together in peace. And sometimes, on particularly bad days he dreams of a small silver she-cat, wedge within the crevice of a rock, yowling in his direction, fear in her eyes. She calls to him, but not by his name. She calls for Rainkit. These dreams startle him more then the blood he's seen. Mostly because he never understands them or who this she-cat is really calling to. What do these dreams even mean?
HISTORY:
Sleddder wasn't always part of the Raiders and their blood thirsty ways. He was a kit once to, but not a loner, rogue or kitty pet. Sledder lived with other cats, siblings, a mother that loved him and a different name.
He was born to a Northclan she-cat who he has long forgotten along side two siblings. His name was Rainkit for his streaking silver pelt. Rainkit was like all kits with a knack for adventure and getting into trouble. He often led the way among the other kits and convinced them to explore outside the camp. Rainkit's plans were often spoiled and he was sent scampering back to camp with his amused mother at his heels. Early in the morning on a newleaf day a patrol's paws thundered into camp. Intruders had been scented! Rainkit ran to the camp exit to help chase them off when his paws left the ground and his mother carried him back to the nursery with his sister who had followed. After waiting what felt like moons he climbed out when his family was asleep. Sneaking around he found a kit-sized gap and escaped along with this sister, Icekit. They would find the intruders and chase them off!
They found them, or what it looked like. The two mystery cats didn't seem surprised by the kits appearances. The two cats ran after the kits who were trying their hardest to get back to camp. Nether kit knew the way back, so on a last minute decision Rainkit pushed his sister into a small crack in the Northclan rocks. Icekit cowered and hid until she heard the intruders, and her brother disappear. She was found wondering around lost by a search party but by the time they went to track Rainkit, the scent was gone.
He was taken back to the raiders where he lives now. Training, violence and fights fill his memories where clan life used to be. Scars brush his pelt instead of snow or Northclan air now. The cat who had taken him stripped him of his name and gave him a new one. One from a two-leg word she knew from the Northern home she grew up in. Where two-legs and their gray and white dogs would run rampant through the trees for fun, scaring away pray and destroying land. Rainkit was no more, and now Sledder stands in the innocent kits place. Ready to fight.
RELATIONSHIPS: none.
OTHER:
Sledder
^ Different eye color
AGE: 7 moons
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: Raiders
RANK: Fledgling
DESCRIPTION: Sledder is a small cat, expected for his young age. His pelt is a soft silver and gray color, smooth across his body. The fur along his throat, underbelly and tail are long white and wispy. The fur around his muzzle and black nose is a lighter almost white silver. Sledder's front legs are completely silver with the exception of the tips of his paws dipped in white. His back legs turn white midway down covering his back paws.
His eyes are a light sky blue and look large on his small head and frame. His long slender pointed ears also look odd on this small cat. Sledder's left flank holds a scar dragged along it he gained from training as a fledgling.
PERSONALITY:
Sledder is small and lithe unlike the other cats. Currently he is the only fledging, so all the attention goes to him. Attention like that does things to a cat. His innocents as a kit are long gone in a forgotten life. Sledder now stands tall to the cats he is forced to fight and often mumbles insults under his breathe at the others who disagree with him. His attitude has gotten him clawed before, and he's sure to have it again. His large ears allow him to hear their conversations which he uses to his advantage sometimes. Where's the fun in minding your own business anyway? The raiders take advantage of his rank and smaller size, and there is nothing he can do about it. Though the only cats he truly respects out of fear are the high ranking cats, the captains and lieutenants.
No one else really matters. As long as Sledder can get a decent meal and through a days training, that all he needs.
Sometimes, in his sleep he dreams of cold wispy air, and soft fur by his side. Sometimes he sees images in his sleep of many cats, not fighting or terrible but working together in peace. And sometimes, on particularly bad days he dreams of a small silver she-cat, wedge within the crevice of a rock, yowling in his direction, fear in her eyes. She calls to him, but not by his name. She calls for Rainkit. These dreams startle him more then the blood he's seen. Mostly because he never understands them or who this she-cat is really calling to. What do these dreams even mean?
HISTORY:
Sleddder wasn't always part of the Raiders and their blood thirsty ways. He was a kit once to, but not a loner, rogue or kitty pet. Sledder lived with other cats, siblings, a mother that loved him and a different name.
He was born to a Northclan she-cat who he has long forgotten along side two siblings. His name was Rainkit for his streaking silver pelt. Rainkit was like all kits with a knack for adventure and getting into trouble. He often led the way among the other kits and convinced them to explore outside the camp. Rainkit's plans were often spoiled and he was sent scampering back to camp with his amused mother at his heels. Early in the morning on a newleaf day a patrol's paws thundered into camp. Intruders had been scented! Rainkit ran to the camp exit to help chase them off when his paws left the ground and his mother carried him back to the nursery with his sister who had followed. After waiting what felt like moons he climbed out when his family was asleep. Sneaking around he found a kit-sized gap and escaped along with this sister, Icekit. They would find the intruders and chase them off!
They found them, or what it looked like. The two mystery cats didn't seem surprised by the kits appearances. The two cats ran after the kits who were trying their hardest to get back to camp. Nether kit knew the way back, so on a last minute decision Rainkit pushed his sister into a small crack in the Northclan rocks. Icekit cowered and hid until she heard the intruders, and her brother disappear. She was found wondering around lost by a search party but by the time they went to track Rainkit, the scent was gone.
He was taken back to the raiders where he lives now. Training, violence and fights fill his memories where clan life used to be. Scars brush his pelt instead of snow or Northclan air now. The cat who had taken him stripped him of his name and gave him a new one. One from a two-leg word she knew from the Northern home she grew up in. Where two-legs and their gray and white dogs would run rampant through the trees for fun, scaring away pray and destroying land. Rainkit was no more, and now Sledder stands in the innocent kits place. Ready to fight.
RELATIONSHIPS: none.
OTHER:
Sledder
^ Different eye color
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