Post by ivyy on Oct 28, 2010 6:30:55 GMT -5
Name: Cloudkit
Gender: Male
Age: 5 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
Love Interest: Closed
Kin:
Mottledpelt | Mother | UFA
Sootclaw | Father | Deceased
Sorrelkit | Sister | Yellow
Firekit | Brother | Sydney
Description:
Personality:
Cloudkit is the thinnest of the three, clad in lanky muscles and oversize ears, he definitely appears to have a lot of growing to do. His coat is a very pale milky color, but just a little bit too dark to be considered white. His fur is very thick, and when he sheds he sheds hard. This is due to Cloudkit's pelt being double layered, keeping him very warm in the colder moons. His bone structure is lithe, looking more like that of a WindClan cat than ShadowClan. This makes him incredibly stealthy and fast, although he finds little need for these skills in the comfort of the nursery.
His skull is angled slightly, a trait that he and his siblings seem to share. He has a very... 'exotic' look about him, his face being unmarked by any scars or smudges of other colors. Yes, it appears that Cloudkit's pelt is one color, the earlier mentioned milky white. The only area of his body that differs is his tail. The very tip is a sooty gray color, which is striped with a slightly darker shade. This gray fades into the milky white until completely vanishing about 1/3 of the way up. Resting at a slight slant in his brow are two large, rich green eyes. These might be his most striking feature, as they are quite intense even when he is just being his usual lighthearted self.
History:Daydreamer, Peacemaker, Pacifist, Sensitive, Dependent, Kind, Submissive, Affectionate
Cloudkit's name is very fitting, even if he was named for his pelt, as he always has his head in the clouds. He daydreams non-stop, never going along with his more mischievous den-mates schemes of escaping camp. No, he is very content with his own fancies. He could pretend a leaf floating through the air is a spectacular piece of prey, and that he is it's predator. Cloudkit spends much of time amongst his two siblings, and often has to break up their little quarrels. Yes, Sorrelkit does seem to enjoy getting Firekit worked up, but most of the time, she and Cloudkit can calm him down again. Cloudkit doesn't mind having to separate Firekit from the object of his frustration all the time, he loves that his littermates need him.
Even if he is needed to calm his hot-headed brother down several times a day, Cloudkit hates fighting. He hates battle, and can hardly handle the thought of one day confronting cats of the other Clans. He just wishes everyone could get along, there really is no reason not to. Cloudkit is easily offended, taking every snide comment to heart. Most of the things that upset him are completely senseless, maybe his brother was feeling sarcastic and told him his ears were too big. Perhaps a warrior caught the three siblings wrestling and told them to keep it down... Lots of things could upset him. Usually Cloudkit will merely become quiet and withdrawn when offended, but when it really gets to him, he'll go off and sulk in his nest, or solemnly watch the apprentices go about their duties.
Cloudkit is very dependent on his siblings, spending almost all of his day in their company. He can't do much on his own, almost everything he and his littermates do is a team effort. He wouldn't know how to cope with everyday mundane things without Firekit and Sorrelkit, the three's bond is extremely strong. In fact, it's solid it freaks many of their peers out. Cloudkit is almost always making physical contact with his siblings, whether it be a tail tip on Firekit's shoulder, or a gentle brush against Sorrelkit's side. The three think nothing of it, but to put it bluntly, it's a little strange.
Other:
This story begins a while before the litter was ever born. A young she-cat named Mottledpelt was madly in love an older warrior, a tom called Sootclaw. The two would share tongues every day, going off on private hunting patrols and sleeping in the same nest. They made no effort to conceal their relationship, and the Clan knew Mottledpelt would announce a pregnancy sometime soon. Sure enough, around the she-cat's 28th moon, she announced that she was having Sootclaw's kits. All was well in the beginning, though the father-to-be was slowly distancing himself from his mate. Something deep inside told him he didn't want kits, he tried to push the feelings of doubt away, but it was too difficult. Half way throughout Mottledpelt's pregnancy, he told her about his feelings.
She took it as well as any other emotional queen would. She tried to shrug it off and help her mate overcome his fears, but she couldn't. Only a quarter moon before Sootclaw met his untimely death. A fox had found it's way into ShadowClan territory, injuring a few and taking the life of one. Mottledpelt's mate, the father of her unborn kits. It was an incredible blow, crushing her just the smallest amount of time before the day she gave birth to her litter.
First born was a male kit who's pelt was vivid ginger. Following him was another boy, smaller, and pale milky white in color. Last, but not least, was the only female kit. Her fur was gray, and striped by a darker shade. The kits had taken all three of the patterns that patched their mother's coat, and used them individually for themselves. They were name Firekit, Cloudkit, and Sorrelkit. Cloudkit, the palest of the three, was the middle kit. And just like most middle kits, he turned out to be the quiet, reserved one. He keeps to his siblings in the nursery, rarely craving socialization with those outside his litter. Besides, Firekit would hardly allow his younger brother to make friends with some odd kit.
[x] - Group photo (Firekit on the bottom, Cloudkit on top, and Sorrelkit to the right)
