Post by ~~bloodynight~~ on Jan 25, 2011 18:37:41 GMT -6
Name: Sleetkit (Sleetpaw, SleetFall)
Age: 4 moons
Rank: kit(medicine cat app. later?)
Allegiance: WindClan
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Appearance: From birth, the young kit showed signs of looking like his father. His coat was almost completely white, with a few lighter patches on his body. Sleetkit has one hazel eye, but his other one is a little off, a bit lighter. But, even then, he can still see fine. Not much is the same as his mother, unless they stand side by side. You can see the same long build of her in his body, though his legs and torso are sturdier. Over all, his size is probably the most noticeable thing.
Sleetkit has a large build, and is probably the size of a 6 moon old kit, though he is only 4 moons. He looks to be a strong warrior and formidable opponent, though he is kind. When he gets older he gets several scars around his right eye from a dog that attacked him.
Personality: Sleetkit is a strong willed kit, and has a pure heart. He seeks his father, to one day meet him, even though Rushfur insists he was killed by the rats. He is very kind, and has a strong sense of justice. Not ambitious, he puts the clan first, willing to risk his life for his clan, family, and any friends. That's why he wants to be a Medicine cat.
Sleetkit is a great listener, and will keep your secret. Though he is very loyal, sometimes he may accidentally break the warrior code if it is to help others. He has never wanted power, though sometimes he thinks it may help him. He dislikes cats who hurt others, and will fight them. He has always had a slightly violent side he hides, unless its in a forced battle. He strays to get herbs, and while he does, his mind often drifts off, and he find himself wandering.
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History: From birth, Rushfur fussed over him like he was the most important cat in the whole world. Rushfur told tales of his fathers greatness, and he grew to admire him. Sleetkit was the same as any other kit, and was always playing and getting into trouble. In scuffles, he usually won because his size and wits. As he grew up, he always obeyed the warriors and anyone above him, and would do a favor or two for cats. Though many warned him of the dangers of the twolegs, one day his curiosity won out.
As a apprentice, his mentor was proud of him. He always did well in training, and even helped other kits along as well. Sleetpaw, as he was then, engaged in several battles in his apprentice-hood. A battle with ShadowClan nearly cost him an ear, a battle he was led into at ThunderClan gave him some nasty wounds, but he fought as long and brave as any warrior. He would help the elders without complaint, even if he didn't want to right then or that day. He admired the deputy most as a kit. They would later assume the position as leader, and lead the clan. Thats what made him stray towards the role of medicine cat.
The only reason he was allowed to battle, was that for a long time, he wasn't sure he wanted to be a medicine cat. He thought he wanted to be a warrior. But, his heart won out, and he sought a kinder path.
The twolegs were walking their dog by Windclan territory. The dog obviously smelled cats, and had been struggling to get off. Sleetkit, at this time in his life SleetFall, had wandered close, to close. He had been hunting. He heard the twoleg yowl angrily. He glanced back, just in time to see a set of sharp fangs. They clamped down on his left side of his face, and left deep scars there. His face and eye survived, and all that remained was the pink scars on his white face.
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