Character Name: Wolfkit
Gender: Female
Alliance: (What Clan/ Tribe? Or a loner or kittypet?): Loner, I guess. But really, she just ran away from her Clan; she's the last of FoxClan. (See History for FoxClan details) Is going to join DarkClan.
Edit: I'm sick of waiting for DarkClan cats to reply! I've waited for almost two months now! I think I'll go join ThunderClan now!
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Kit (Is 5 moons old. See history)
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Looks a lot like a wolf, with a catlike form. Amber eyes, black nose, longer muzzle than most cats, thicker fur than most cats, ears more rounded and furry than usual, long strong back, larger paws, thick bushy tail, strong legs
Personality: Tomboy nature, stubborn, smart (though won't be keen to show it!), strategic, fast, sly, sneaky, eager
History(Not needed; --CAUTION! To have joined Thunder, Shadow, River or Windclan from outside the clan they need to have done so at under 6 moons old! Note this on the bio if you choose to put in a history and go this route with it!): She came from an old, forgotten, faraway clan called FoxClan. They were called FoxClan because of their mysterious ability to speak and understand foxes. They were always born with this ability, yet no cat knows how they got it. One day, as the evening hunting patrol was returning, their leader, Thistlestar, heard rustles in the trees outside. At that moment, hordes of foxes crashed into the camp and began attacking everyone. Kits, apprentices, queens, elders, and warriors alike were being killed off, one by one. As the ambush was nearing it's end, a large black fox, the leader of the ambush, walked into Thistlestar's den. Smiling devilishly, it stared Thistlestar right in the eyes and said "Any last words?". To this, Thistlestar asked only one thing; "Why?" After, the fox swiftly killed him, as he was on his last life. Right before they were spotted, a queen ran outside the camp far away, with a small, dark-colored kit in her jaws. It was Wolfkit in her mother's jaws. Putting her down, Wolfkit's mother yelled at Wolfkit "Run! Run away! Run away and never look back!" Wolfkit immediately obeyed and began running. She didn't look back, but she didn't have to to hear the yowls of pain, and smell the stench of blood. After hours of tiring running, Wolfkit reached the edge of a camp. Exhausted, she slumped on the ground, passed out.
PS: Wolfkit already has the ability to communicate with foxes, but she hasn't figured out how to use it yet. (Free Second Language: April Fool's Day Sale)
Notes/Other: She is constantly teased for her wolf-like appearance, but she usually doesn't mind. Doesn't like to be pitied, doesn't like to talk about her past.