Post by Spider & Co. on Aug 2, 2008 9:39:47 GMT -5
Name;; Bramblekit
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; EmberClan
Rank;; 2 Moon Old Kit.
Love Life;; He is a kit -.-
Apperance;; This cat uses his mint orbs to guide him through the nursery, and soon through battle. The cold is a very deadly thing, he uses his Tortoiseshell pelt to protect him from it. This kit is called upon as Bramblekit. He uses his amazing hearing to soon guide him to his prey, or hear predators. His small tortoiseshell paws guide him through the darkest of spots. Using his small gray claws to get past the strongest of enemies, even though he hasn't use them yet, he will, soon. His winding tail, still looks like the rest of him, except the tip of his tail has a sandy color. He has a small scar, on his tail, from the evil rogue, Hurricane.
P.S;; Hurricane will be explained in History;;
Personality;;
Each kit in SpiritClan, or on Earth, has a different personality, but this kit, has a rather very different personality. Most kits that you know, are always happy, and moody, but this kit, oh this kit is different. He is quite the intelligence, always correcting his friends on what they say, or do. This kit goes by the name of Bramblekit. Bramblekit is deep, and always thinks about his answers, he would never burst out and do something without thinking about it. The word that fits this kit would be;; Cautious. Always careful on what he does, thinking about all his decisions. But all kits are a little odd, or have a 'piece' of personality to them that is quite, hm well different. For instance, some kits may talk to themselves, or love to organize there nest, or are always found doing one certain thing, but not this kit, he has one, quite odd thing about him; he always finds himself talking to plants. Quite weird, right? Well you can go ask Pinepelt, the pine tree.
History;;
“There she is!” yowled a tom leaping over a rock and charging a beautiful tabby she-cat. The she-cat whipped her paw forward, striking the tom to the ground. Stormgaze arrived at Snakerocks. “Sparrowsong? Bramblekit? Flowerkit?” called Stormgaze. “Dad? Dad! Dad!” screamed a small kit, a large snake wrapping around him. Stormy eyes look for the kit. “Flowerkit?” he asked. Then he saw her, his back legs already launching towards her and the snake. Claws unsheathed, he struck at the snake, and it hissed and slithered under a rock. “Flowerkit? Are you okay?” asked the father, brushing his tail around his daughter. “Yes, daddy, but Bramblekit! I can’t find him,” she meowed, frowning. Big mint eyes of the WindClan kit looked to her father. “Daddy, take me to camp,” she meowed, starting to cry. Stormgaze did not believe what he was saying. “I.. I- Can’t.” he replied, crying with the kit. “We cant, I must help the others, I can’t let Poppystar down,” he looked to his kit, sorrow filled his stormy gaze. The kit looked at her dad in horror. There was a shriek, then a leap, and a call. Stormgaze whipped around to see the tabby she-cat leap over her. “Hurricane,” he meowed, breathing the cat’s name. “Flowerkit, RUN!” he screamed, covering his own kit. “Daddy, no!” she meowed, looking to her father, “You can’t just leave me!” she hissed, being angered with her father. “Flowerkit, I CAN'T!” he argued with his kit.
“Dad!”
Stormgaze whipped around and saw a tortoiseshell pelt, and large mint eyes gazing at him. “Bramblekit!” he meowed, his eyes tearing with joy. “Alright, were getting out of here, come on Flowerkit,” the WindClan deputy meowed, but when he turned around he saw no kit. Nothing. He looked to the Snakerocks. Nothing. He looked to the tallest Snakerock, and saw Hurricane lifting Flowerkit off the ground, the mint eyes of Flowerkit crying helplessly. “Flowerkit!” he meowed. Then he heard a hiss and a cry in the shadows of the bramble behind him. And he turned. He saw his mate, Sparrowsong, being pinned down by three devilish orange she-cats. “Bramblekit, run” he hissed quietly. He turned but his son was not there. Another orange she-cat was holding him. Stormgaze hissed, he could not save any of them. “Pick one,” meowed Hurricane moving Flowerkit closer to the snakes. “The KITS! The KITS!” screamed Sparrowsong, pleading for her mate to take the kits. Stormgaze looked to his mate. “I can’t leave you, and I won’t,” he meowed. Sparrowsongs' grey eyes started to tear. She did not want to die, but she wanted a life for her kits. And this is what she said “Take the kits, I’ve lived my life already, I have nothing to live for, only you and them,”
RP Example;; -Not Needed-
Other;; The history is a small clip of my story, Bramblekit is based around this kit.
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; EmberClan
Rank;; 2 Moon Old Kit.
Love Life;; He is a kit -.-
Apperance;; This cat uses his mint orbs to guide him through the nursery, and soon through battle. The cold is a very deadly thing, he uses his Tortoiseshell pelt to protect him from it. This kit is called upon as Bramblekit. He uses his amazing hearing to soon guide him to his prey, or hear predators. His small tortoiseshell paws guide him through the darkest of spots. Using his small gray claws to get past the strongest of enemies, even though he hasn't use them yet, he will, soon. His winding tail, still looks like the rest of him, except the tip of his tail has a sandy color. He has a small scar, on his tail, from the evil rogue, Hurricane.
P.S;; Hurricane will be explained in History;;
Personality;;
Each kit in SpiritClan, or on Earth, has a different personality, but this kit, has a rather very different personality. Most kits that you know, are always happy, and moody, but this kit, oh this kit is different. He is quite the intelligence, always correcting his friends on what they say, or do. This kit goes by the name of Bramblekit. Bramblekit is deep, and always thinks about his answers, he would never burst out and do something without thinking about it. The word that fits this kit would be;; Cautious. Always careful on what he does, thinking about all his decisions. But all kits are a little odd, or have a 'piece' of personality to them that is quite, hm well different. For instance, some kits may talk to themselves, or love to organize there nest, or are always found doing one certain thing, but not this kit, he has one, quite odd thing about him; he always finds himself talking to plants. Quite weird, right? Well you can go ask Pinepelt, the pine tree.
History;;
“There she is!” yowled a tom leaping over a rock and charging a beautiful tabby she-cat. The she-cat whipped her paw forward, striking the tom to the ground. Stormgaze arrived at Snakerocks. “Sparrowsong? Bramblekit? Flowerkit?” called Stormgaze. “Dad? Dad! Dad!” screamed a small kit, a large snake wrapping around him. Stormy eyes look for the kit. “Flowerkit?” he asked. Then he saw her, his back legs already launching towards her and the snake. Claws unsheathed, he struck at the snake, and it hissed and slithered under a rock. “Flowerkit? Are you okay?” asked the father, brushing his tail around his daughter. “Yes, daddy, but Bramblekit! I can’t find him,” she meowed, frowning. Big mint eyes of the WindClan kit looked to her father. “Daddy, take me to camp,” she meowed, starting to cry. Stormgaze did not believe what he was saying. “I.. I- Can’t.” he replied, crying with the kit. “We cant, I must help the others, I can’t let Poppystar down,” he looked to his kit, sorrow filled his stormy gaze. The kit looked at her dad in horror. There was a shriek, then a leap, and a call. Stormgaze whipped around to see the tabby she-cat leap over her. “Hurricane,” he meowed, breathing the cat’s name. “Flowerkit, RUN!” he screamed, covering his own kit. “Daddy, no!” she meowed, looking to her father, “You can’t just leave me!” she hissed, being angered with her father. “Flowerkit, I CAN'T!” he argued with his kit.
“Dad!”
Stormgaze whipped around and saw a tortoiseshell pelt, and large mint eyes gazing at him. “Bramblekit!” he meowed, his eyes tearing with joy. “Alright, were getting out of here, come on Flowerkit,” the WindClan deputy meowed, but when he turned around he saw no kit. Nothing. He looked to the Snakerocks. Nothing. He looked to the tallest Snakerock, and saw Hurricane lifting Flowerkit off the ground, the mint eyes of Flowerkit crying helplessly. “Flowerkit!” he meowed. Then he heard a hiss and a cry in the shadows of the bramble behind him. And he turned. He saw his mate, Sparrowsong, being pinned down by three devilish orange she-cats. “Bramblekit, run” he hissed quietly. He turned but his son was not there. Another orange she-cat was holding him. Stormgaze hissed, he could not save any of them. “Pick one,” meowed Hurricane moving Flowerkit closer to the snakes. “The KITS! The KITS!” screamed Sparrowsong, pleading for her mate to take the kits. Stormgaze looked to his mate. “I can’t leave you, and I won’t,” he meowed. Sparrowsongs' grey eyes started to tear. She did not want to die, but she wanted a life for her kits. And this is what she said “Take the kits, I’ve lived my life already, I have nothing to live for, only you and them,”
RP Example;; -Not Needed-
Other;; The history is a small clip of my story, Bramblekit is based around this kit.
