Post by sadiebutt on Sept 16, 2010 17:01:25 GMT -5
Name:
Puddlekit
Gender:
Tom
Age:
Four moons
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Kit
Kin:
Specklestorm (mother), Stormheart (father), Finchnose (brother, Mystic), Clamfang (brother, NPC), Splashkit (brother, Leafy), Minnowstream (sister, NPC), Smudgewhisker (sister, NPC), Rainkit (sister, Amber).
Description:
Medium length fur covers Puddlekit’s small body. Apart from the white underbelly and muzzle, his fur is grey. Some parts of the grey in his pelt are darker than other spots. His tail is somewhat stubby making his balance terrible. His large green eyes are framed with a darker gray bringing out the color even more. Tiny flecks of amber are around the irises of his eyes. He is scrawny but tall for a kit. Even though he his a kit his claws are abnormally long, for his age that is.
Personality:
While Puddlekit is still a young cat his personality is beginning to show through. Fits of anger overtake him often and it wouldn’t be surprising if he ended up hurting someone one day. The one of the only emotions that truly show through is previously stated, rage or anger if you’d prefer it. He never feels shame for lying or anything else that would be considered wrong by the warrior code. Other than that is a blank canvas, this makes him an amazing liar. Most cats that do not show their feelings are considered quiet shy. Puddlekit is anything but, he doesn’t have many more emotions therefore he cannot show anymore. Pleasure in others’ pain, that’s how Puddlekit is. Merciless, he will purposefully hurt others for his own gain. Some don’t realize his sickly sweetness is false and are most of the time flattered. Overall Puddlekit is a very shallow tom.
History:
One moon;; Puddlekit sulked in the den for most of his first moon. He didn’t understand but he felt… unhappy. He spent his days curled up with his mother glaring at his siblings as they play. In a way he looked down on them, even then.
Two moons;; Puddlekit ventured just outside the nursery on wobbly legs. Just escaping the eyes of others in the nursery he stood outside the den. Warriors hustled about, taking direction from the deputy. With a smile Puddlekit thought of the stupidness as one of the apprentices tripped over his own paws. He would never be that weak.
Three moons;; Not much happened when Puddlekit was three moons old. His first solid food and more sitting with his mother. Of course he also sat by his mother thinking every day.
Other:
Sociopath...
Roleplay Example:
“Of course. Your kits are beautiful.”
The queen blushed and continued grooming her new born kits. Puddlekit was once again lying to the cats that surrounded him. As soon as the queen couldn’t see anymore Puddlekit rolled his eyes are you kidding me? Those kits couldn’t be uglier he thought smugly. Padding slowly out of the nursery he sat just outside the den entrance looking at two apprentices laughing and joking across camp. They began to share tongues and stared at each other lovingly. Sickening… he thought before entering the nursery again. He lay next to his mother and looked up at her. Specklestorm was the only cat he cared about, everyone else was merely a cat in the way. The disgusted look in his hard green stare melted away as he looked at her and he pressed against her. Closing his eyes briefly he thought of the patrol that had come earlier, kittypets inside the territory again. A smile crept across his mouth. Those kittypets would someday pay.
His thoughts were calm for a moment but his mind soon wandered into dream. The lake, glittering with moonlight was the first thing he saw. Puddlekit knew where he was even though he’d never been there before. He was on the ShadowClan border. What am I doing here? he thought. Puddlekits eyes flitted towards the water. He felt taller, larger. The world was smaller in some way. Creeping closer he stared into his reflection off the lake. It certainly looked like him but it couldn’t be. He was a kit! A mere four moons old! The reflection was a warrior, at least an apprentice.
Puddlekit ran, he didn’t know why but he felt like getting far away from that lake. Power surged through his body as his legs pumped. Pure strength was all the tom felt as he bolted into ShadowClan territory.
Panting, he slowed down near twoleg place. Kittypet stench burned his nostrils. Strangely enough there was another cat there. A she-cat by the smell of it. As Puddlekit stared at the she-cat rage ran through his veins for no reason at all.
“A bit late to be out of your nest isn’t it?” he purred, words laced with undectable venom. Her silver head shot up, panic clear in her frosty blue eyes.
“Who are you?” she meowed, trembling as Puddlekit stepped from the shadows. A tinkling sound came from the now shaking bell on her collar. The sound echoed around the empty clearing.
“Why would you need to know?” he purred again.
The she-cat’s mother had told her if a cat seemed threatening to leave. The foolish house pet did not, she approached him. This provoked Puddlekit. Shouldn’t she be running away? Frightened for her life? There’s a saying that curiosity killed the cat. This sometimes comes true. Only a few moments later the silver cat was dead. Sticky blood stained Puddlekit’s muzzle and paws.
Puddlekit woke up, in his small kit body again. Most cats would be frightened by this dream. Puddlekit just sat there and smiled.
