Posts by Kikki122

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    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Owlfur[/size]
    [size=5]Of WindClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Hazel
    Pelt: Ruddy brown tabby
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a long-coated tom with innocent-looking eyes and a stub of a tail. I am impatient with other cats and can be overly critical of them, but I love family and care very much for young kits.


    History: I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my Clan. During one of our raids on the Clan, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the Clan. I and my two littermates were adopted by the clan when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Starfish Who Hides in Sand[/size]
    [size=5]Of The Tribe of Many Storms[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: grey
    Pelt: black and white
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a long-legged she-cat with innocent-looking eyes and a very long tail. I have a big ego and think I'm better than others, but I would never intentionally hurt another.


    History: I am being followed by a mysterious cat.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Cactusmouth[/size]
    [size=5]Of ThunderClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Blue
    Pelt: brown tabby
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a scraggly pelted tom with a joyful look in my eyes and a scar down the side of the face, near the eye. I am very forgetful, but I honour and respect my elders, always.


    History: I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my Clan. During one of our raids on the Clan, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the Clan. I and my two littermates were adopted by the clan when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Bluekit[/size]
    [size=5]Of ThunderClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: green
    Pelt: blue
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a glossy furred she-cat with large eyes and a white locket of fur on my chest. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I wish to be a warrior when I am older and love everyone in the clan.


    History: My father was killed when I was born but my mother loves on. I have three brothers and am the only she-cat of the litter. Although i was the runt of the litter I am now the strongest of my siblings and also the most adventurous.

    Bluekit was perched on a rock outside the nursery in Thunderclan camp. Suddenly she jumped down from the rock and started chasing a butterfly. She jumped onto the Highrock still trying to catch the butterfly, the butterfly flitted of into the distance and Bluekit lost interest in it. She stood for a few minutes but then she noticed where she was sitting and ran into the nursery squealing with fright. Her mother had always told her never to go on the Highrock as it was strongly forbidden but Bluekit had been so absorbed in catching the butterfly she had not noticed where she was going.

    Bluekit scuttled out of the nursery hoping her brothers hadn't noticed her. Bluekit was always curious about something and she had heard voices from outside, so she wanted to investigate. She hid behind a rock just outside the nursery. She scented the air and notice that Gorsewing and Rainheart to warriors were the ones that had been talking. There was another cat scent but this was one she had not smelled before. Gorsewing and Rainheart were two of her favourite warriors who had visited her in the nursery many times before. She ran into the clearing squealing with delight. "Gorsewing!" She shrieked. "Why are you awake in the middle of the night?"


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Twirlkit[/size]
    [size=5]Of ThunderClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Hazel
    Pelt: Blue smoke
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a fine-furred tom with innocent-looking eyes and rounded ears. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I am a very good tree climber.


    History: My father was killed by a cat from The Tribe of Many Storms. My mother has been raising us to hate %clan% ever since.

    Bluekit tiptoed out of the nursery. "Are they gone?" She whispered, her eyes full of fright. "I hid and they couldn't see me." She began to cry. "But they took my mom and my brothers. She wailed and rolled on the floor sobbing harder than ever.

    Bluekit couldn't wait she was going to be an apprentice soon! She just had to wait and see if she could find a mentor. She was desperately longing to become an apprentice and later on a warrior, she was fast and the strongest of the litter even though even had been the runt.

    Bluekit came padding into the nursery. "Hi guys!" She mewed. Bluekit was going to become an apprentice soon and instead of her usual shy self, she had transformed into a brave kit. "Watcha doin? Can I join, since this might be my last day being a kit?"