Post by Livin A Lie//Dare on Apr 3, 2008 8:54:18 GMT -5
Name: Darekit
Age: 5 Moons
Gender: She-Kit
Clan: DuskClan
Personality: Darekit is, like her name, daring. She fearless, brave and ready to take on anything. Shes bubbly bright and intelligent. The only downside to Darekit is that she can be a little to in your face.
Appearance: Little fluffy brown tortoishell. Big, bright blue eyes. Has a deep v cut in her right ear from when she got in a scrap with a kit from another clan when she was out exploring. Strikingly pink nose.
Pic:
History: Darekit was found curled up in a foxes den among some cubs. The vixen had taken her in as one of her own instead of killing her, when the DuskClan patrol came and the den cleared out, it shocked the warriors to find her among the tawny cubs. Darekit was brought back to camp, and has never remembered anything but living there. Nobody has told her she isn't Clanborn.
Rp Example: The gold she-cat stumbled into the cave, her pelt rippling and her breathing heavy. The young queen collapsed onto the ferns of her nest, alone and very afraid. "Silver...Silver" She cried out helplessly and she yowled with pain as her body instinctivley pushed. The first kit slithered onto the ferns, meweling for milk. Songbird barely had time to lick him dry, cut the cord and nudge him towards her belly before she convulsed in pain again, and the second little kit came. A dark blue-gray tom wriggled furiosly towards his mothers belly as she licked him clean. Then, she dug her claws into the ferns as the third kit burst into the world, a bright silver tom, his plet almost shone. But there was no time for the young queen to help him as the fourth kit struggled to be born. Blood started staining the foliage, but finally a little pale gold she-kit joined her brothers. The final kit was the most painful. Blood has begun to seep everywhere, and it was obvious something was going terribly wrong. She was barely a warrior, and yet here she was in a cave somwhere between TreeClan and MountainClan, lonley and suffering in a long, painful birth. She screamed at the top of her voice, the sound echoing throught the cavern. The final tiny white and silver striped kit broke free. Songbird nudged the tiny female to her belly. Licking her five kits dry, the golden femme lied in her own blood, on a nest of ferns with five tiny kits.
How Did you Find out about WOS: Through Violetclaw
Age: 5 Moons
Gender: She-Kit
Clan: DuskClan
Personality: Darekit is, like her name, daring. She fearless, brave and ready to take on anything. Shes bubbly bright and intelligent. The only downside to Darekit is that she can be a little to in your face.
Appearance: Little fluffy brown tortoishell. Big, bright blue eyes. Has a deep v cut in her right ear from when she got in a scrap with a kit from another clan when she was out exploring. Strikingly pink nose.
Pic:
History: Darekit was found curled up in a foxes den among some cubs. The vixen had taken her in as one of her own instead of killing her, when the DuskClan patrol came and the den cleared out, it shocked the warriors to find her among the tawny cubs. Darekit was brought back to camp, and has never remembered anything but living there. Nobody has told her she isn't Clanborn.
Rp Example: The gold she-cat stumbled into the cave, her pelt rippling and her breathing heavy. The young queen collapsed onto the ferns of her nest, alone and very afraid. "Silver...Silver" She cried out helplessly and she yowled with pain as her body instinctivley pushed. The first kit slithered onto the ferns, meweling for milk. Songbird barely had time to lick him dry, cut the cord and nudge him towards her belly before she convulsed in pain again, and the second little kit came. A dark blue-gray tom wriggled furiosly towards his mothers belly as she licked him clean. Then, she dug her claws into the ferns as the third kit burst into the world, a bright silver tom, his plet almost shone. But there was no time for the young queen to help him as the fourth kit struggled to be born. Blood started staining the foliage, but finally a little pale gold she-kit joined her brothers. The final kit was the most painful. Blood has begun to seep everywhere, and it was obvious something was going terribly wrong. She was barely a warrior, and yet here she was in a cave somwhere between TreeClan and MountainClan, lonley and suffering in a long, painful birth. She screamed at the top of her voice, the sound echoing throught the cavern. The final tiny white and silver striped kit broke free. Songbird nudged the tiny female to her belly. Licking her five kits dry, the golden femme lied in her own blood, on a nest of ferns with five tiny kits.
How Did you Find out about WOS: Through Violetclaw
