Post by flowersky on Jan 11, 2007 20:37:32 GMT -5
Name: Amberkit
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Kit
Age: 4 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Amberkit is a little kitten with golden and tabby pelt. His head has little stripes of black, as well as his back and paws. His tummy is completely golden, and has small brown spots. He has one black stripe in each of his paws. His tail is fluffy. He has long whiskers, and short legs. His eyes are olive-green. When his pelt is near the sun, it can turn to a yellowish, golden color.
Personality: Unlike most kittens, he isn’t playful. Instead, he’s lonely and has a serious nature. Most of the kits he knows always play and are anxious to explore the world. Amberkit feels different, and wonders if he really belongs to Thunderclan. Being mostly a nocturne cat, he hangs about under shadows. He's builds his own opinions. He is quite intelligent to be so small and knows how to act towards most situations. But, as well as other kits, he dreams of soon becoming a warrior to prove his loyalty to his clan.
History: Amberkit’s family roots started with the Twolegs’. In a Twolegs’ place not very far away, he was raised as a kittypet, along with all his family. But one day, following a butterfly, he ran away from it. His parents looked for him in the forrest, but didn’t succeded in the mission. Meanwhile, Spicy (his kittypet name) was wondering by the Thunderpath. He was rescued by a Thunderclan patrol. Without family, he was adopted by the Thunderclan camp. There, he grew up doubting if he really belonged to Thunderclan. But even thought he doubts about his heritage, he is loyal to his clan and would never let it down.
IC: The night was pitch-black. Amberkit streched carefully, not wanting to wake up other kits. He sneaked out of the nursery and sat down in the middle of the camp. His tail rounded his little paws neatly. He stared at the half moon and then to the Thunderclan camp. Do I really belong to Thunderclan? He thought. He turned his little head to find the warriors’ den, where all the brave cats slept. They always brought prey to the camp and protected it with all their might. I wish I was a warrior soon... Amberkit thought. He raised his eyes to the moon again, and froze when it changed. The half moon was now being filled up by his little golden, tabby face. His eyes showed courage and bravery, determined to be used on helping his clan. Amberkit shooked his head. It must be a dream... But no matter how much he shooked it, the image wouldn’t go. Amberkit didn’t seem to care. He liked the image. Even thought he doubted about his clan heritage, Thunderclan had done a lot of things for him. He was found as a rouge in the Thunderpath, and taken safely to Thunderclan. When he grew up, he started to doubt about his family roots and the camp he was on. But still, he liked it. Amberkit smiled warmly at the image on top of him. Sleep started to fill his green eyes and lazyness made his pelt shake. He padded back to the nursery and slept cozily besides the other kits. One day, I’ll become the strongest warrior ever and protect my clan from everything that will happen to it, and ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
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