Posts by Sectumkit

[justify][size=8]His mind was a blank sheet of paper, as white as snow. In this tiny, insignificant moment, it was when that blank sheet of paper started to have some scribbling on it. It was cold, like tiny, sharp thorn pricks that were constant and annoying. The light of the day was felt like it was burning his skin, for his fur had barely started to grow in at this point. Everything was magnified to become a hundred fold more intense than it felt like, all because his nerves and feelings were only starting to bloom from this young seed.

Mouth gaping open from a yawn, revealing his prickly numbs that were where teeth was set to grow it, he started to drag himself inch by inch towards where the warm milk was. As he tried to get in with the crowd, he found that he couldn't. His siblings were a furry Great Wall of China, separating him from his mother. After all, there was only so much area that could surround her milk before it got too crowded. With a feeling of exhaustion, like all the life was being sucked right back out of him, he decided to wait instead. Sectumkit didn't want to waste more energy fighting over who got the milk first. Being the last to be born, maybe his turn would be the last one to drink from the elixir of life.

> How many moons should we start playing them as outside of this thread?

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"Wah-t happen?" Sectumkit asked as he took a few curious pawsteps in the direction of the deceased body, still struggling to mold his thoughts into words that made sense to others. He had picked up some words just by staying awake half the time his siblings were asleep to listen to strangers talk outside the nursery. It was interesting to hear what they had going on in their everyday lives, such as how Ringtail had a forbidden mate in ShadowClan or whatever that meant. Half time time, he didn't understand the meaning of the words, but they sounded so fluent that he was happy just to hear how the structure went. Words were like pieces of a puzzle to him. Once you pieced them together, there was a picture that could be seen. But before then, the words were all jumbled up so that it made no sense. There was no big pictures, only tiny pieces here and there.

Seeing as the lifeless body wasn't moving anymore, Sectumkit decided that it wasn't dangerous to wander closer. So there he went, a look of fascination in his eyes as he wondered what had happened to the poor soul. There were no animated sounds, movements coming from the figure. It wasn't like everyone else he knew, so bright and full of life. His siblings were always moving around, squirming and trying to get the upper half because they all felt squished being the lower half. It drove him mad sometimes,especially when they all woke at the same time he returned to sleep after eavesdropping on Clan members.

Even though his tiny mind hadn't grasped everything yet, it had wrapped itself around the fact that Tawnykit was someone that could protect him, someone that he could count on. Sensing no further danger, he tried poking the body next, wanting to wake her up. Was she sleeping like Mom? He knew how difficult it could be to wake them up, especially when they were out cold like dead pigs.

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Hm, did something bad happen? They all wanted him back at camp, the farthest place possible from this strange occurrence. He didn't like information being withheld from him, although he conceded that it wasn't a good thing that happened. Hopefully, he could see more of these "strange occurrences" around soon so that he could observe them more with a less likely chance of getting caught this time.

"Eeee, that tickle!" Sectumkit squealed like a piglet, squirming around to get rid of the itchy feeling that was felt when he felt his father's teeth lightly prick onto his scruff to get ahold of him. He didn't know what herbs were, but he would find Tawnykit later to take her up on the offer. It sounded like food, maybe something delicious like Mom's milk. He doubted that there was anything that could match up to how delicious it was, but it didn't hurt to be entertained by the thought. After all, it was eventually going to run out sooner or later.

Defeated, he hung limp in Stormglass's jaw as they headed back in the direction of camp. It felt like a slow march, even at the pace of a fast, brisk walk. Secretly, he held an inside joy for being carried by his father. It made him feel taller and see higher than he could ever see down on the ground. For example, he had never noticed that the trees extended farther up than what his limited vision range could see. He wondered how tall they would eventually grow to. It seemed impossible to be as large as his father.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -21px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: -2px;][align=center][size=15pt][color=white][b]☆ We build statues out of snow[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -19px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][size=10][color=white][b](TO SEE THEM MELT)[/fancypost]

^{[b]Kit Name:
Sectumkit}

^Gender:
Male

^{Appearance:
Scrawny, leaning towards the smaller size, Sectumkit tends to possess a scruffy looking appearance by nature. Resembling a baby sparrow, his fluffy coat will be seen puffed up whenever scared or in distress. Because it makes him look "cute", the smokey black tom will be vigilant in cleaning his fur free of dust and debris.}

^{On special occasions, Sectumkit will take the extra mile to clean his fur from top to bottom, as sleek as an otter's pelt. When seen after night, he is virtually invisible as his midnight black pelt blends into his surroundings like a missing piece of a puzzle. His ears are often perked, overhearing side conversations and observant to whispers. His expression is almost always one of deep thought, non-existant eyebrows furrowed as he tries to figure things out.
His legs resemble that of a WindClanner, lithe and taut. It is certainly an advantage when he is running towards or away from trouble.}

^{His eyes are his most striking features. With his pupils often in a thin slit, it adds onto the strangeness of his soft features to add an intimidating touch. Although this is not the case, Sectumkit takes pride in this to try and scare away enemies. Once he perfects his glare, it will add all the more to his "tough boy" image.}

^{Personality:
A thinker, Sectumkit can't keep his mind off of a thought or puzzle once he gets his tiny little paws on it. Arrogant and uncaring at times, he is unlikely to share his thoughts or books with any of his siblings. A big bookworm, you'll see him around with his nose glued to the pages of mystery novels. Sectumkit is obsessive and controlling about his collection, often even more than he cares about his family.}

^{It takes time and patience in order to squeeze your way into his mind. Sectumkit is not very concerned about the wellbeing of others, although that does not make him immune to jealousy. Once you capture his attention, it will be difficult for him to let go. To strangers, he'll act cool, calm, and collected. Sectumkit does not value emotion and tries to let go of most of them.
He does not trust others easily, but once you obtain it, it should be valued as much as a piece of gold. It is just as easy for that trust to break should one betray him. Effort will be lost in trying to regain bonds, for Sectumkit is not one to be so forgiving.}

^{As he grows older, he'll be even more likely to go off on his own in search of mysteries. Although his obsessive nature and love of books will never fade, Sectumkit will grow to be more perspective in mind about his rightful place in the cycle.}

^Other:

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That was an odd sight to see: a strawberry lion cub trying to hug someone that was under twice her size. If his brother made it out alive without a crushed spine, Sectumkit wasn't sure how to respond to that. Meet and greet! Meet and greet!" The statement was like a calling card, alluring people to come over and engage in idle chatter. Set already knew Aussie and Seakit, and he didn't want to go anywhere close to Septicsam. She probably had cooties on her, he didn't want to get infected by those nasty germs.

Scooting closer to Big Brother Seakit for comfort, Set would sit down a close ways behind. He would be disappointed, but not said if Aussie already didn't know his name. Spectrumkit, that was what his original birth name was. It sounded girlish, like he was going to amount to greatness. Spectrumslide, that was his first thought at what his warrior name would be. It sounded bold and techy, definitely wasn't his type. So with a little rearranging around, Sectumkit was born. Without the "p" and the "r", it sounded more formidable and intimidating. Hopefully, they weren't going to start calling him by his former name again.

"You should know my name by now. Hello, Australiankit," the fluffy solid black cat called out, not wanting to interfere with what was happening there. Widening his eyes as he was struck by an epiphany, he would then connect the dots and realize that now, Australiankit had cooties. He took a couple steps back in case his brother was a hugger. He didn't know anything about his own blood sibling.

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"Why do you think we're going to kill you?" Sectumkit piped up with his unusually high voice. It was clear that his vocal cords had not yet begun to develop. Now three moons old, he was still of short stature and a thin frame. Although he had been eating enough, he hoped that his siblings wouldn't all outgrow him. He didn't want to be the runt of the litter, even if he was the seventh and last son born. He didn't want others to become better than him, because that meant Mom and Dad were going to pay more attention to them. Who would they want to look at: a strong and loyal kit who was destined to become a great warrior, or a scrawny, undersized kit who seemed like they were going to die soon. It was clear to him that sometimes, perhaps others saw him as nothing more than just a sickly kid. He had a persistant cough that wouldn't go away, which didn't help his case.

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Glancing in between Canadiankit and Cottonkit as if he'd seen a ghost, he would shy away from their direction, showing extreme discomfort if he went anywhere near them. "Sectumkit," he unknowingly whispered his name too softly for any of them to hear. His eccentric green eyes were still fixated on the only girls that were in the group, like they were aliens from outer space. Aside from Mom and his sisters, he had never really talked to anyone outside of his family. This was a new, unfamiliar experience that he didn't want to risk getting to know. From what he heard, females outside of his family carried a pathogenic virus called "cooties". He didn't want to get sick and die from the foreigners, so he kept his distance.