Post by **Liz** on Jun 28, 2008 21:28:47 GMT -7
Name- Doomkit
Gender- Female
Age- 5 moons
Rank- kit
Description-
Doomkit is a dark tabby with flecks and spots of orange and white covering her body. Her chin is half white, half brown. Doomkit's eyes are deep brown, almost black, which gives her a haunting look and her name. Her tail is thin and sleek, like her figure, she looks more like a Windclan or Riverclan cat than anything. Still very, very tiny. Likely to grow only a little bit as she matures.
Short Description- Tiny dark tabby she-cat
Personality-
Doomkit is cynical, pessimistic and bitter. She talks back and is rebellious, rambunctious and rowdy. She does not like to take orders, and believes that every cat, except for a select few, are all idiots and cannot stand authority figures unless, of course, she likes them. Doomkit needs a patient mentor with a kind heart in the right place, some one who needs her as much as she needs them. If Doomkit could learn to control her anger and to acquire adequate social skills, she would make a wonderful warrior. Although, finding a cat desperate enough to take her would be a little of an understatement, and a challenge.
History-
Doomkits parents and kin were killed in a fire during an early greenleaf thunderstorm which lighted the whole forest. She was saved by her clan leader, Deathstar, but her kin was already dead. She had seen the whole thing, and as Deathstar was carrying her out, Doomkit knew she would never be the same again. After that night, all she could talk about was death, and destruction. She thought that she could never love any cat, and no cat would ever love her for what she was.
She had given up all hope of having a mentor, and was prepared to leave the clan if she didn't receive one after her 6 moons.
RP Sample-
Doomkit sat alone, outside the nursery, a single tear dripped down her small face.
Why didn't she want her? She knew her adopted mother would have to take care of her, because Deathstar asked her to, but why couldn't she just understand? Doomkit ripped at the grass with her sharp claws, a small beetle scurried across her path. She pinned it down and smothered it, not squishing it just yet.
" Why do you think?" She bent her head and hissed to the squirming bug. " Pah! You don't care...no one does..." A wave of pain made her heart flutter, and she loosened her grip only slightly. The beetle scurried off. " Fox dung!" she stood, wondering if it were worth it to chase the little creature. Her small tail lashed back and forth with anger. Her heart was pounding. She looked up at the moon, it was early, she should get her sleep. But she was panicking now, and she would most likely be up all night long.
I should go see Thornrose, she thought. Yes, that's what I'll do.
She bounded towards the she-cats den, hoping that she would be able to do something to ease her mind, just a bit.
" Thornrose? I-I need your help..."
Gender- Female
Age- 5 moons
Rank- kit
Description-
Doomkit is a dark tabby with flecks and spots of orange and white covering her body. Her chin is half white, half brown. Doomkit's eyes are deep brown, almost black, which gives her a haunting look and her name. Her tail is thin and sleek, like her figure, she looks more like a Windclan or Riverclan cat than anything. Still very, very tiny. Likely to grow only a little bit as she matures.
Short Description- Tiny dark tabby she-cat
Personality-
Doomkit is cynical, pessimistic and bitter. She talks back and is rebellious, rambunctious and rowdy. She does not like to take orders, and believes that every cat, except for a select few, are all idiots and cannot stand authority figures unless, of course, she likes them. Doomkit needs a patient mentor with a kind heart in the right place, some one who needs her as much as she needs them. If Doomkit could learn to control her anger and to acquire adequate social skills, she would make a wonderful warrior. Although, finding a cat desperate enough to take her would be a little of an understatement, and a challenge.
History-
Doomkits parents and kin were killed in a fire during an early greenleaf thunderstorm which lighted the whole forest. She was saved by her clan leader, Deathstar, but her kin was already dead. She had seen the whole thing, and as Deathstar was carrying her out, Doomkit knew she would never be the same again. After that night, all she could talk about was death, and destruction. She thought that she could never love any cat, and no cat would ever love her for what she was.
She had given up all hope of having a mentor, and was prepared to leave the clan if she didn't receive one after her 6 moons.
RP Sample-
Doomkit sat alone, outside the nursery, a single tear dripped down her small face.
Why didn't she want her? She knew her adopted mother would have to take care of her, because Deathstar asked her to, but why couldn't she just understand? Doomkit ripped at the grass with her sharp claws, a small beetle scurried across her path. She pinned it down and smothered it, not squishing it just yet.
" Why do you think?" She bent her head and hissed to the squirming bug. " Pah! You don't care...no one does..." A wave of pain made her heart flutter, and she loosened her grip only slightly. The beetle scurried off. " Fox dung!" she stood, wondering if it were worth it to chase the little creature. Her small tail lashed back and forth with anger. Her heart was pounding. She looked up at the moon, it was early, she should get her sleep. But she was panicking now, and she would most likely be up all night long.
I should go see Thornrose, she thought. Yes, that's what I'll do.
She bounded towards the she-cats den, hoping that she would be able to do something to ease her mind, just a bit.
" Thornrose? I-I need your help..."
