Post by ~~bloodynight~~ on Mar 7, 2011 20:53:33 GMT -6
Name: LittleLight
Age: 25 moons
Rank: warrior
Allegiance: RiverClan
Picture: i52.tinypic.com/ztggi8.jpg
Appearance: Blessed with the most extravagant pelt. Unusually designed, though his body is of silver and blackest night. Eyes gleaming ever so happily, they have been dipped in the soft cloak of a yellow moon. Yes, they gleam in the eternal night, and his sight casts even to the darkest brush. Even his hair seem to glow unnaturally in the night. Sent from StarClan? No, just takes after the sky he came from. His mother of black, his father splotched, he has a strangely magnificent layout. His splotches greatly resemble the flares from the sky, seeming to shimmer at times. Small but strong paws carry him through the Rivers swift pull. Cute is he with the thin tail and thick furred body. LittleLight, long whiskered and thin. Sturdy, yet flexible.
LittleLight is a he-cat, or tom. His looks make several cats eyes turn towards, for he is a unique cat. He has a kind way with words, and loves the feel of the water tugging at his pelts thick covering blanket.
words: 171
Personality: LittleLight is a very kind and soft cat. The tom is a bit admirable, you could say. The kits look up to him, and since he is young, he likes to share tales of hit kithood with them. They were all sweet, and no cat is evil. Tales of dark cats he has heard, but they never began dark. They always began when one sought to have power. LittleLight had never longed for power of any kind, just to be the loyal cat of his Clan.
His heart has always longed for someone...something more. His kind eyes show how good he is. And, having to battle the racing currents of the river, the tom has developed well muscles. He has a peculiar way of speech, and some stare at him strangely at times. LittleLight is a good kind friend, and a good hunter. He can catch fish quite easily, but he mainly is best as the moon rises, since he blends in. A strong sense of justice sweeps over him, and he hates cats that go against all he has ever known. But, sometimes, it takes a strong act of courage, and maybe breaking a rule, to save or protect any he loveth.
words: 204
History: For a cat of such a young age still, and being in a clan, LittleLight is a lonely cat. Many look up to him, but what he needs is a true friend...someone to stay by his side no matter what. This pretty little tom was part of a litter of 2, him and his sister. She was a brownish she-cat, with the same starry pattern on her. But, she was small, and very skinny; not cut out to be a warrior. Every night, his mother fretted over whether she was to cold, or underfed, etc. And he became sick of it. Him, Littlekit, and her, Lightkit. One day, they two snuck out deep into the forest, through enemy territory, to the twoleg homes.
"Brother,where are we? this is not Riverclan territory!" Littlekit lowered his face, a grin spreading across it. "I know." "You did this on purpose!" "I know." Lightkit started to back up. "W-what are you doing-" Littlekit lunged at his sister, a startling gleam in his eyes. The two locked in battle, clawing each other deeply. "You end here!" He knocked her out, and began dragging her. The roar of the thunderpath soon became enormous, and he dragged the limp she-kit into the path of a monster. He leaped back as a final cry was heard, then it was over. He raced back through the territories, finally falling on Riverclan territory, just as a patrol came by. They all raced to the kit, who explained.
"me and my sister dared each other to...*sniffle* go into another t-territory, and...and we were attacked b-by a T-thunderclan patrol,*sniffle* and we went to a twoleg place...a-and she ran onto this s-stinky rock, a-and...." The RiverClan warriors were quickly filled with dismay and pity, and turned and raced past, into ThunderClan territory. One came and got Littlekit and took him home, before rejoining the others. They did indeed find the battered remains of a kit on the road, and brought the body back for burial. Their mother was devastated. Yarrowtail was her name. She decided to live in a nest near twoleg place, to remember her kit.
Littlekit was furious with her, but since he became Littlepaw a night later, he shoved her out of his mind. Ever since then, he has become the 'perfect cat' to get over his dark kithood. Though, he doesn't know, there was one soul that saw the gruesome attack.
words: 433
Age: 25 moons
Rank: warrior
Allegiance: RiverClan
Picture: i52.tinypic.com/ztggi8.jpg
Appearance: Blessed with the most extravagant pelt. Unusually designed, though his body is of silver and blackest night. Eyes gleaming ever so happily, they have been dipped in the soft cloak of a yellow moon. Yes, they gleam in the eternal night, and his sight casts even to the darkest brush. Even his hair seem to glow unnaturally in the night. Sent from StarClan? No, just takes after the sky he came from. His mother of black, his father splotched, he has a strangely magnificent layout. His splotches greatly resemble the flares from the sky, seeming to shimmer at times. Small but strong paws carry him through the Rivers swift pull. Cute is he with the thin tail and thick furred body. LittleLight, long whiskered and thin. Sturdy, yet flexible.
LittleLight is a he-cat, or tom. His looks make several cats eyes turn towards, for he is a unique cat. He has a kind way with words, and loves the feel of the water tugging at his pelts thick covering blanket.
words: 171
Personality: LittleLight is a very kind and soft cat. The tom is a bit admirable, you could say. The kits look up to him, and since he is young, he likes to share tales of hit kithood with them. They were all sweet, and no cat is evil. Tales of dark cats he has heard, but they never began dark. They always began when one sought to have power. LittleLight had never longed for power of any kind, just to be the loyal cat of his Clan.
His heart has always longed for someone...something more. His kind eyes show how good he is. And, having to battle the racing currents of the river, the tom has developed well muscles. He has a peculiar way of speech, and some stare at him strangely at times. LittleLight is a good kind friend, and a good hunter. He can catch fish quite easily, but he mainly is best as the moon rises, since he blends in. A strong sense of justice sweeps over him, and he hates cats that go against all he has ever known. But, sometimes, it takes a strong act of courage, and maybe breaking a rule, to save or protect any he loveth.
words: 204
History: For a cat of such a young age still, and being in a clan, LittleLight is a lonely cat. Many look up to him, but what he needs is a true friend...someone to stay by his side no matter what. This pretty little tom was part of a litter of 2, him and his sister. She was a brownish she-cat, with the same starry pattern on her. But, she was small, and very skinny; not cut out to be a warrior. Every night, his mother fretted over whether she was to cold, or underfed, etc. And he became sick of it. Him, Littlekit, and her, Lightkit. One day, they two snuck out deep into the forest, through enemy territory, to the twoleg homes.
"Brother,where are we? this is not Riverclan territory!" Littlekit lowered his face, a grin spreading across it. "I know." "You did this on purpose!" "I know." Lightkit started to back up. "W-what are you doing-" Littlekit lunged at his sister, a startling gleam in his eyes. The two locked in battle, clawing each other deeply. "You end here!" He knocked her out, and began dragging her. The roar of the thunderpath soon became enormous, and he dragged the limp she-kit into the path of a monster. He leaped back as a final cry was heard, then it was over. He raced back through the territories, finally falling on Riverclan territory, just as a patrol came by. They all raced to the kit, who explained.
"me and my sister dared each other to...*sniffle* go into another t-territory, and...and we were attacked b-by a T-thunderclan patrol,*sniffle* and we went to a twoleg place...a-and she ran onto this s-stinky rock, a-and...." The RiverClan warriors were quickly filled with dismay and pity, and turned and raced past, into ThunderClan territory. One came and got Littlekit and took him home, before rejoining the others. They did indeed find the battered remains of a kit on the road, and brought the body back for burial. Their mother was devastated. Yarrowtail was her name. She decided to live in a nest near twoleg place, to remember her kit.
Littlekit was furious with her, but since he became Littlepaw a night later, he shoved her out of his mind. Ever since then, he has become the 'perfect cat' to get over his dark kithood. Though, he doesn't know, there was one soul that saw the gruesome attack.
words: 433
