Snow built up over rocks, grass and even small mounds of manure as the cold winter dragged on. A kit, barely grown enough to even think of leaving the den, toddled weakly through the frozen water. It's ashy grey pelt was fluffed up so it could try to keep itself warm, but to no avail. It's glowing green eyes showed signs that it had seen death one too many times and that it would trust no cat, nor dog, nor two-leg ever again.
This kit was the last survivor of a family massacre. She was known to most as 'Ghost'. The she-kit had met a worse fate than death itself, and to a kit like herself, it would be a long time since she ever felt like trusting someone again. The stench of blood was still filling her nostrils and the sight she had witnessed was forever burnt into her eyesight. She fearfully fled for her life as soon as her father fell to the ground, cut up into multiple different pieces.
Ghost was obviously not her real name, but why would she want anyone to know that?
She let out a wail like she was being strangled as a cry to make her noticed, but no one answered. She tried gathering the last of her now sapped energy, but it was too much for the small cat.
She stumbled to the cold ground, fighting for her life against the cold of the bloody winter...
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Ok, I'm not new to RP's at all. I've been around here and there, finding random RP's and stuff and I finally decided to make an account. Here it is.
Anyone can join, you just have to fill out this form so I know more about your cat.
Name:
Age: (in moons)
Gender:
Clan: (if any)
Rank: (if in a clan)
Personality:
Appearance:
Mate: (if any)
Crush: (if any)
Kits: (if any)
Other:
'Ghost's'
Name: 'Ghost' her real name is unknown but she is also known as 'Flea'
Age: 4 moons
Gender: she-kit
Clan: none, originally a kitty-pet
Rank: now a loner
Personality: the young kit is a nervous wreck of fur that can't trust anybody and is always found shivering under a tree or in a corner. Her instincts always tell her to run and hide, giving her the nickname of 'Flea' she hates the sight of blood after her parents death and refused to kill her own prey, even when she's hungry. She can wail like a banshee when needed.
Appearance: she is smaller than most kits her age, giving her a disadvantage when it comes to holding her ground. She has thick, ashy fur that makes her look like pampered kitty. She has bright blue eyes, that literally glow when the sun reflects off them. Her claws and fangs are very, very short, preventing her from gaining her grip on both the ground and food. Her tail is short and can stop her from balancing on large fences. She has small speckled dots of darker ash colours but as her pelt is almost as dark, you almost can't see them.
Mate: none
Crush: none yet
Kits: =_= she IS a kit
Other: her family and two-legs were killed by an unknown source.
Of course you don't have to go into that much detail, just make sure that its understandable.
I hope we can have fun roleplaying ^_^