brindlekit of stormclan

[brindle !]

Name: brindlekit
Age: three moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Kit
Physical:

brindlekit may be young in age, but her features are already glowing. the base of her pelt is a few variants of brown, and accented with the dark markings of a tabby. on top of that, though, is a rather dotted stripe that runs down her spine and to the very tip of her tail; a darker tabby-like color that gives her her name. the touches to the browns is white legs, muzzle, chest, and underbelly. and of course one must not forget the eyes; two soft green orbs with slight hints of turquoise, not the stand-out sort but quiet and subtle -- something that can be quite calming for an onlooker.

Personality:

brindlekit is naturally timid. while most other kitd bound around and play, she's always the one who's sitting alone with a ball of moss between her paws, merely watching the others with a slight hint of nerves. but don't get her wrong; if she gets the chance to warm up to a cat, she'll be a loyal companion like no other. but usually little kits don't have the kind of paticnce to wait for that.

Friends & Family:

is shadekit a friend? x3 teehee.

Characteristics:

Picture:

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Picture:

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History:

its your average relationship. he and she meet, fall in love, make a life together. but is there ever love without a bit of tragedy? when crisp and pebble fell for each other, it was the kind of story waiting to crumble. for pebble was a kittypet and crisp was a loner, and both were no more than twelve moons when pebble discovered her pregnancy. her twolegs, of course, were shocked -- they certainly didn't want kits to look after. the plan was to give them away to the shelter. but pebble knew about the hardships of such a dark place, she couldn't bear it. the brown she-cat left her home to struggle in the wolf with crisp until her kits were born.

but life was hard for the pampered she-cat, and crisp wasn't used to the burden of another cat to look after. on night the two young cats had a fight, and both walked in seperate directions. of course it wasn't a permenant preakup, but worried pebble didn't know that. it was the next day when she gave birth, and without help, it was a difficult process. of all three born, two died quickly, and only one was left -- brindlekit. pebble, anxious and unsure, ran with her newborn until she discovered the scent of more cats. and so it was the she left young brindlekit out in stormclan territory to be found, taken in, and raised as a clan kit.

Roleplay Sample:

A head held low, and sharp, swift movements carried him away from the CoastClan territory. Notice and attention would only draw him away from his promise, and StarClan knew it wouldn't take much for him to snap. Even leaving camp weighed unbearable strain upon his back, a swirling pit of fear, anxiety, guilt, and betrayal. His mind was a spinning tornado, every step shaky and every blink painful. But something still drove him onwards, a feeling planted by a scar and blossomed, every moment unrelenting upon his soul. No matter how many times me pushed it away, it always floated back one lifetime too soon. And sneaking away like some sappy young Romeo was the give-in that he had never asked for, never wanted.

His mind was heavy with plenty of other matters undealt, ones that made his tabby brown pelt bristle with anger and easy judement. Since he and his sister had been hardly warriors, their brother and father had disapeared one morning without warning or trace. Calicofeather had gone silent with worry and fear for her mate and son, and when Smolderstar did her heart broke to the countless pieces scattered across her dieseasing spirit. The tom himself had never been able to stand the upright and always cheerful attitude shared by his sister and his mother, but worry leaked through him as the elder she-cat grew quiet and withdrawn, only appearing cheerful as a mask for the sake of others. And just yesterday Wanderingsoul and Thicketpath had the nerve to strut into camp like they'd been merely hunting for a day and everything was absolutely fine with it. After countless moons, countless moments of letdown, they finally had the guts to return. What sickened him was how Summercloud and Calicofeather welcomed them back as if they'd been dragged away by badgers. He wouldn't fall for the act, though. He was smarter than that.

The brown tabby tom stopped at an unnoticed clearing, bright green eyes brought from thoughtful rage to a flash of surprise at the sudden terrain that had appeared before his eyes. It wasn't much to look at in the way of landscaping, just another spot in the endless expanse of wood and grass blanketed by the dull blinding snow of a chilling leafbare. The sky covered it like anywhere else, the cold gray whisking the dancing white down upon the earth below. No, there was nothing special about this spot. But as he looked closer, the clearing was dotted with soft gray boulders and in a newleaf he could picture rainbows of flowers blooming upon the lush grass that thrives under a gentle and caring sun. And in the center of it all was a tree that seemed like any other under the shrouds of snow that held their secrets close. For what they hid was a shy and graceful cherry tree, strangely in its beautiful bloom despite the bitter air and soft, chilly winds that embraced it with an iron claw. It intrigued him, and something drew him to approach it with a respectful sincerity that he'd never before felt himself produce. With every careful pawstep a worry was forgotten, placed in a file to be sorted when the time was changed. And only when he was no more than a fox-length away did he feel the emanation of a third presence in the clearing, the stunning calico she-cat that had pulled him away from his life. Still struck by the cherry tree's warm auroras, he looked over at her and merely gave a smile. Their green gazes met, and he slowly conjured up his old ability to speak. In the stillness of the moment, however, he let be his mind and used merely instinct to choose his soft words of greeting.

"Calamity. Hello."

Other:

meep. not that great of a bio... Dx

Form completion: Yes

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