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 Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 2:32 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Jasperkit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Rainblast (father), Sungaze (mother), Charmingkit and Sacredkit (brothers), Goldenkit (sister).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- warmth
- momma and daddy
- my siblings
- cuddling
- fuzzy things
- the sun
- playing
- butterflies
My least favorite things...
- ouchies
- cramped spaces
- getting wet
- bees
- loud sounds
- storms
- being yelled at
And, my fears.
- drowing
- getting lost
- ghost cats . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm an energetic and perky cat. I can hardly stay in one place long. I enjoy being the center of attention, but I don't like too much. Playing is my forte and it seems that annoying others is too. I'm naturally curious, so that means I'll ask a lot of questions. I don't like other cats raining on my parade and if that happens I'll get real pouty.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I look just like my father, Rainblast. I'm a brown tabby she-cat with dark brown eyes. I've got a round framed face with a short muzzle. My fur is short and sleek.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Sungaze and Rainblast in Nightclan. (After timeskip.)
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 4:19 pm
  . : About Me : . My name is Mercykit.
I'm a proud member of no clan, I'm a rogue.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a rogue kit.
My kin include Cinderwing [Father], Hauntedheart [Mother], Foxkit, Pepperkit, and Banekit [Brothers]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My mother
- My father
- My brothers
- Adventure
- The sky
- Rain
- Thunderstorms
- Water
- Climbing trees
- Exploring
- The groups of cats Mother and Father talk about [Clans]
- Being free
- Independance
- Having time alone
- Playing
- Learning
My least favorite things...
- Mean cats
- Herbs that taste bad
- Getting into trouble
- Cowards
- Mouse-brain cats
- Making my parents angry
- Being told what to do
- Being underestimated
- The times when Mother leaves
And, my fears.
- That Mother never comes back one day
- Something happening to my mother and/or father
- My brothers getting hurt
- Losing my family . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Mercykit is a very strong-willed, tomboyish she-cat. That's what happens when your raised with three brothers and no sisters, not that she minds. She is very independant and intelligent, learning things quickly. Like her mother, she can be extremly stubborn and a little rash but she cares deeply for those close to her. She is very brave and adventurous, always willing to explore new places. While she loves being with her family, she also loves to be alone. Mercykit wants to be the best she cna be and make her parents proud, but she also wants to herself and not shape herself so other will like her.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Mercykit is a large bengal she-cat. She is fairly large for her age and is very muscular and firmly built. Her pelt is a bengal pattern and her eyes are deep blue.
My history, don't go poking around!
Mercykit is the only daughter of Hauntedheart and Cinderwing. She was born to them along with her three brothers, Pepperkit, Banekit, and Foxkit. [After the timeskip]
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 5:11 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Sacredkit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Rainblast [Father], Sungaze [Mother], Charmingkit [Brother], Goldenkit and Jasperkit [Sisters].. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Mommy and Daddy
- My siblings
- Blood
- Being visited by Blood
- She-cats
- Playing
- Nighttime
- The leader and deputy
- NightClan
- Being alone
My least favorite things...
- Cats trying to change or "fix" me
- Rules
- Waiting
- Being told what to do
- Choices being made for him
And, my fears.
- Never becoming a warrior
- Death
- Losing his family . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Sacredkit is a very strong yet rash young tom. He is very unpredictable and impatient. He is known for doing something without thinking. He doesn't always think things through before speaking or doing them and is known to always speak his mind, whether his opinion is wanted or not. He hates rules and looks at them more like "guildlines" than rules. When he puts his mind to something, he will stick with it until he either completes it or fails. He can be extremly stuborn at times and is a rebel and daredevil at heart. He hates to wait around for cats or to be told what to do. The thing he hates most, however, is when cats try to change him. However, he does have a darker side to him that is almost as strong as his rebellious streak, but has yet to appear.
It's what I am, like it or not.
While my sister, Jasperkit, looks just like my father, I look just like my mother. I have fluffy golden-gray fur and gray eyes. I'm average size for my age and have a good build.
My history, don't go poking around!
Sacredkit is a proud NightClan kit born to Sungaze and Rainblast. He has three siblings, Goldenkit, Jasperkit, and Charmingkit. (After timeskip.)
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 6:25 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Pepperkit.
I'm a proud member of no clan, Imma rogue!.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a rogue kit.
My kin include Mother--Hauntedheart;Father--Cinderwing; Brothers--Foxkit and Vulturekit; Sister--Mercykit. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Being awesome
~Telling people how awesome I am
~Annoying Mercykit and the rest of my siblings
~Play-fighting
~Getting into trouble
~Learning how to fight
~Being alone
My least favorite things...
~Being told what to do
~Cats denying my awesomeness
And, my fears.
~My siblings being hurt
~My parents being hurt
~Growing up and having a clingy she-cat for a mate
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Kesesese, the easiest way to sum me up is that I'm AWESOME! And I like parading around and telling everybody that I am, even if it annoys them. But I don't care, cuz well, duh, I'm AWESOME. Kesesese, what else...oh, well I'm very clever and sneaky, and I use those skills to get into all sorts of trouble. I hate it when people try to boss me around, cuz that's MY job. And when they do, I always talk back and insult them, and then of course, reiterate how AWESOME I am. Even though I'm the same age as my siblings, I always call them my little siblings, cuz I'm AWESOME. I'll pick a fight with any cat that upsets me, even if that cat is ten times bigger than me. I'm fiery, loud, exceedingly stubborn and I fear nothing! Some cats say I'm arrogant and haughty, but they're just jealous that they're not as awesome as me! Kesesesese....
It's what I am, like it or not.
Well, I guess you could say that I'm AWESOME looking! I've got an awesomely grey pelt and awesomely clear blue eyes that are usually filled with mischeif. I have sharp, perfect little white teeth that I use to rough-house with my siblings, and sharp little claws to shred things with! My voice is raspy and loud, usually proclaiming to the world how AWESOME I am. Some cats say it's annoying, but they're just jealous!
My history, don't go poking around!
I don't have history yet really, but you can bet that I'll make it!! Kesesesese....
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 9:08 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Vulturekit.
I'm a proud member of no clan..
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a rogue.
My kin include Cinderwing (father), Hauntedheart (mother), Mercykit (sister), Pepperkit and Foxkit (brothers)... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Mother and Father
-Especially Father
-My siblings
-Nighttime
-Birds
-Food
-Singing
-Being strong
My least favorite things...
-Bright light
-Daytime
-Clan cats
-Weaklings
And, my fears.
-losing my voice
-becoming weak . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am headstrong and strong-willed. Strong, strong, strong. I tend to be quiet- at least, quieter than my mouse-brained brothers- and hardly ever talk. But when I do talk, I am loud and proud, and my voice is smooth and confident. I often get mistaken for a mute cat because I really don't talk unless absolutely necessary, but sometimes my good friends or family can get me to otherwise speak. I am a night cat and I love it when the world is dark and inky; my pelt blends in with the shadows and I am proud to be a shadow cat. I like to take advantage of those who are weak by proving myself stronger than them. I also have a tendency to eat anything as long as it's edible, especially dead carcasses because I don't spend time trying to kill them.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have a sleek black coat, like my mother, and it's a mix between short-haired and thick long-haired. My underfur is thick but not very long. My eyes are a brilliant gold that match the sunlight, but I wish I had black eyes so that I could be completely blended into the shadows. My whiskers, claws, and pawpads are all black- why couldn't my eyes be, too? I blame my parents for this (as if they could control it). I have a tendency to raise one ear up and have the other flattened off to the side, as if I'm only half-listening.
My history, don't go poking around!
My parents are Cinderwing, a NightClan exile, and Hauntedheart, the NightClan medicine cat. They hade an illegitimate litter with me and my siblings, and we're a double taboo; rogue-Clan forbidden love and medicine cat-another cat forbidden love. But I don't quite know that yet.
I prefer to be called Vulture but my mother prefers to keep the 'kit at the end. I assume it's because she sees me as weak so I only work harder to prove how self-sufficient I am, but I don't know the truth of that name or my origin. All I know is that there are us, the rogues, and them, the Clans. I will come to realize Mother is from the Clans and I dislike her for not leaving those stupid cats for us, but I can never hate her.
I regard Clan cats with disdain and indifference, like my father. In fact, I'd very much like to grow up to be my father-strong and unbeatable. I hear rumors that he's killed a cat once-all the better. It only glorifies him further in my mind.
Though, secretly, I love my mother very much too and from time to time I'll let her clean me and tell me stories-but not often! I can't let anyone see me enjoying it or they'll question my tomliness...
In case you didn't know, I'm not even formed in the womb and won't be born until after the timeskip.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 9:14 pm
Pardon the interruption, but
OH
MY
HOLY
STARCLAN.
I got babies! ^O^ And one that even admires me! So touching. :'D
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 9:15 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Sunkit>Sunpaw>Sunstream.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Nine moons old(15 after skip.).
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Redfur, Rainface, Bramblepaw, Foxpaw, Badgerpaw. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Folowing the rules
~My family
~Playing
~Chasing moths
~Learning
My least favorite things...
~Being made fun of
~Being told I'm stupid when I'm not
~Remembering father's death
~Snakes
~Being told it was my fault father was killed
And, my fears.
~Dying
~Becoming stupid . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Instead of being playful and fun, I'm a wise kit. I think before I say a word. I'm careful of how I act. I'm still bubbly, kind, and nice.. I'm just also wise. I'm just a little different.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I look a lot like my father.. I'm a yellow tom. I have deep orange eyes too! I'm also a tabby. My fur looks like the sun. That's why I'm called Sunkit! Duh..
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Rainface and Redfur, shortly after my father came back from the Forest Outskirts in search of Cherrykit. I am the oldest out of my litter. I am also the smartest out of my litter and the only one who has not been stricken by love. After I opened my eyes, I began my hunt for knowledge. It was so interested in becoming smart, nothing could stop me. Not even my parents break up.
6 moons later, I was apprenticed with my other siblings, my mentor being Cloudfur. and while on a hunt, the snakes that had been terrorizing my clan struck, and killed my father. Even though he was not a fatherly figure, I mourned like no one else has ever mourned. It took me moons to get over his death, I still try to forget him to this day. and because of this event, I have tried to drown myself a few times, and even put the blame upon my shoulders. My mother is trying to help me get better and to get over dad. Due to this, mother has to be with me when I leave camp, and if she's busy, Foxpaw has to watch me.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:52 pm
. : About Me : .My name is Foxkit.
I'm a proud member of nothing..
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm an infant.
I'm a rogue.
My kin include Cinderwing (father), Hauntedheart (mum), Mercykit (only sister), Pepperkit and Vulturekit.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Discovery (pronounced Dis-Cove-Re)
- The color red
- Silliness
- Springy grasque (grass)
- Speaking in my own tongue
- The moon and stahs
- That moment when you find out something that leaves you completely awestruck
- The truth
My least favorite things...
- Sitting in one spot for too long
- Bogs
- Ignahance!
- The clans
- Legends
And, my fears.
- That my pronuncikation problem might work against me
- Abandonment
- Loss of limbs
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Exhuse me if I sound a it cheesy to you, but I am a very passionate cat with a natural love for noledge. I am full force on discovery and finding out how things work and why they do so. This pashon gives me the traits of being a bit spacey and open to new ideas, but very dubious of silly legants and even a bit of a p***k when it comes to getting the facts straight to someone. A bit impatient with the slow thinking, I have the tendency to rush ahead of things and over think situations, making things that may have been very easy, look very hard.
My voice, though it is a very rocketing and triumphant one, does have a problem when it comes to words. You see (I wasn't a very exposed-to-the-outside-world kit), I have a bit of a pronuncikation problem.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Fitted into a luxurious, short and sleek ginger-tabby coat, I have a bit of resemblance to (though, mind you, I don't know the tom at all) Foxclaw, a late and former lover of my mother, Hauntedheart and am named after him as well. My whiskers a brilliant white and my nose and the pads of my feet are a soft salmon pink. My large round eyes are a bright yellowish kind of amber colour, and blend in with my features.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born into a rather belittling history. My mother, a medicine cat, forbidden to have kits. My father, a loner, exiled from the clans and not supposed to be in contact with anyone from the clans. And, well. They obviously defied both of those laws (or codes, whatever). As a kit, I am still ignorant of this, but eventually I will discover.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:00 am
. : About Me : . My name is Asteria.
I'm a proud member of the city life, don't mess with me.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 30 moons.
I'm a city cat, I bite.
My kin include no one you need to know about. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-The night sky.
-Solitude.
-Stars.
-Dreaming of a better life.
-Swimming.
-The darkness.
-Her home.
-The smell of flowers, but she'll never tell.
-Toms and kits. Although she doesn't act like it.
My least favorite things...
-Having to eat rotten food at times.
-Ignorant cats.
-Cats who get above themselves.
-Younger cats who act like they know it all.
-Having her sleep disturbed.
-Cats staring at her scar.
-Cloudy nights.
-Not understanding.
And, my fears.
-Her twolegs coming to find her.
-Not being able to find food.
-Reliving 'that night'
-At times, dying. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Asteria is very tough, very quiet. She doesn't enjoy loud conversations, and thrives when there is only one other voice besides hers. She has been through it all, and isn't very trusting when it comes to other cats. Asteria has a habit of being snappy when provoked, and won't hesitate to raise a claw to anyone who mistreats her.
Deep down, Asteria has a motherly side to her, which is why she puts up with younger cats, and watches out for them. She has no love for other she-cats though, they irk her, and all of them are stuck-up fame-seekers anyways. She doesn't need that. Asteria will never admit to loving anyone, or anything, but sometimes, she wants to know what love is, too. Most of the time, she sits quietly, judging other cats by how they act and treat other cats. That's how you learn about them, by watching. That's when their true character shows. She is very patient, but has a wild temper, so if there's a gang fight going on, she'll choose the upper side and let loose, usually bringing them to victory. Deep down, Asteria longs for a companion, one who will never abandon her.
Asteria retreats back to her silence, always watching.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Asteria is a maine coon, so she has very big bone structure, resulting in her being one big cat. She has thick dark black fur, seemingly course, but actually very soft to the touch. Asteria has puffs of white spread out across her large body, mostly by her neck and on the tip of her tail.
She has very crooked, wicked sharp teeth, pristine white and shiny. Her claws match her teeth, long and pointy, able to inflict much pain when she tries. Her long tail sweeps across the ground, and makes a very good blanket on those cold winter nights.
As for her eyes, one is a shockingly bright amber, flecked with gold, and the other is forever shut by a long scar that goes from a little bit further than the top of her eye, all the way down to her nose. She has no problem with it, although it is a bit of an inconvience. As for her scars, Asteria has gotten many over the years, but only a few are plainly visible, like the long gash on her shoulder, and the one running up her left leg. Those are reminders of what she has been through, and Asteria treasures them.
My history, don't go poking around!
Asteria was born to a street cat, one they called 'Brigette'. She was quite well known among the streets, especially with the toms. Brigette had a habit of flirting with a tom, then leaving after a day or so. She got bored easiy and had no time for the woes of a tom's heart.
Eventually, one day, when Brigette was roaming around, looking for food, she met a tom, one that actually captured her heart, instead of the other way around. The two fell in love, and one day, he revealed a secret. He was a kittypet, a house cat. Brigette was shocked, but he convinced her that the life of a kittypet was much more appealing than the life poor Brigette was living now. He wanted her to come and live with him, enjoy the life of luxury, eat whenever she wanted to, sleep in a warm bed. Eager to get off the streets and live with the tom she loved, Brigette agreed and followed him home. The twolegs he was living with were both middle-aged cat fanatics and welcomed Brigette into their house with open arms. For a moon or so, she enjoyed everything a kittypet life had to offer, lapping up the attention. When Brigette discovered she was pregnant, that's when everything went wrong. She only had one kit, Asteria.
For a few moons, Asteria lived happily with her mother and father, until the day the twolegs brought home a dog. Brigette had a deathly fear of dogs, and refused to stay in the house with it. She told her mate she had to leave, and took off, leaving Asteria with her father.
Frightened by the huge animal now roaming her house, Asteria thought, at her young age, that she had to follow her mother. So, one night, Asteria snuck out through the cat flap and disappeared, searching for Brigette.
After searching for what seemed like forever, Asteria met a street cat, named Liss, who took Asteria in and showed her how to survive while searching for her mom. Eventually, Asteria gave up searching for Brigette, and decided to stay with Liss, who was better than her actual mother, anyways.
After a few moons of peace, a gang of cats came into the city, each and every one of them big, tough, and ready to kill. They spotted Liss and Asteria right away and gave them the ultimatium of either getting out of the city, or dying.
Getting her stubborness from her mother, Asteria refused, wanting to stay in her cozy little box with Liss. Furious at being snapped at by a kit, the leader of the gang slashed her across the left eye with his sharp claws, leaving a long gash that would later, scar. While Asteria was trying hard not to pass out from the pain, the gang brutally injured Liss, and left the two there to die. A few hours later, Asteria dragged Liss to the nearest house and feebly scratched at their door before passing out once again.
Luckily, the human that lived there brought them to the vet, where they stitched up Asteria and tried to save Liss.
When Asteria awoke, she somehow knew Liss was dead. It caused the she-cat great grief, but she was a street cat, she could cope. When the stitches finally came off, Asteria was laid out by the door of the vet's office, maybe to stretch her legs, but she took off, escaping the hands of the twoleg and disappearing into the alleys.
As she grew up, she grew largely in size, ending up bigger than most cats. Her scar gave her an advantage, as it frightened most cats. She soon found a nice city she liked and grew up there, silent and watchful, as she slowly grew a thick skin and got over Liss' death. Asteria never forgot her mother, though. She hoped and hoped Brigette would show up, but she never did.
One sunny day, the gang came to her city. The same ones that had killed Liss and gave Asteria her scar. Outraged, and now bigger than the leader, she pounced on him unexpectedly and killed him, right in front of his followers. She was soon jumped by all seven of them, and barely survived. She managed to kill some, but soon took off running when none of the othe street cats came to her aide
After jumping from city to city for a moon, Asteria finally found one she liked. Now, she resides there, waiting for the gang to find her.
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