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    Character Name: Eaglekit


    Gender: Female / She-cat


    Clan{if any}: Riverclan


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Kit


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): She's black with some brown on it and a brownish belly. Her tail's and paws' tips are gray. Hope it looks like a cat enough. Better pic later, maybe.


    Personality: Shy and cautious when she first meet someone, but can be very easygoing and friendly with the ones she friends. Often scared of much things, she hardly leaves the well-known langs without friends or someone to accompany her. Usually follower, tries to not getting in fights very much but is pretty good at. Loves the water and the trees. She just loves climbing them. If you can't find her, she is probably hiding on some tree. Her dream is to fly, but she know she will never accomplish it.


    History(Not needed): She can't remember her past well. A day, she could find herself alone in the Riverclan's territory and decided to stay there, becoming a Riverclan's kit.


    It's the first time I app, I'm sorry if I did something wrong :)

    The kit woke up in the middle of the forest. Her head was aching and her paws felt sore. She looked at them. Deep black. "Paws" thought the kit. She was quite surprised to realize she still could remember her language. The kit let out a soft meow. Ok, great, she remembered how to. The she-kit blinked.
    She was fully black, only her eyes shone gold. The kit was lean, but looked quite strong for her age. In fact, she was four moons old, but couldn't remember it.
    The she-kit shook her head. She was trying to realize where she was - and why was she there, but could find to answer to her questions. She frowned and sat down, still looking at her paws, puzzled. She had the feeling that something was fundamentally wrong there. Not quite odd to feel like that when you are in the middle of a clan's territories, smell like no clan and can't even remember what a clan is, or who are you.
    Well, actually the kit remembered her name had something to do with "Swift". The problem is, she couldn't remember what "swift" meant. Bad situation for a kit, uh?

    The kit's fur bristled, her muscles tense, as she heard pawsteps followed by a war cry and the appearance of a quite big shape, a warrior from a clan. It's sudden change of humor didn't leave the kit any time to growl. The little thing stood still, her muscles still tense and her fur still bristling. She heard the other cat's meow without flinching, but hesitated in answering her question. Al last she stammered: "I've woken here j-just a minute ago. I-I can't remember anything." Then blinked in a way that could look either cute or dumb. "What's parents anyway?" asked, and now it was clear that she was just sounding dumb.
    It wasn't her fault: she just hadn't still fully recovered. You could tell from the way she screwed her face that her head was aching bad. She got distracted from the talk and raised both paws, just to cross them on her head as a silly attemp to kill the ache, who was probably just laughing at her silly attemp
    if headaches could even laugh.


    [OOC: She's beaten her head on a near rock while escaping from some random danger I can't come up to.]

    The kit could do nothing more but shrug before the she-warrior took her by the scruff. The warrior's warm mouth and the equally warm and reassuring words were calming her down, and the kit relaxed her muscles, whispering a soft "Thanks" to the warrior, followed by a smile and another purr. "You're very kind."


    [OOC: I'm not used to forum RPs, should we soon move to another thread? ^^']

    Piccolo had been there meditating from some time, sheltered only by a rock, but he was too much lost in thoughts to realize that, around him, there was a battle. At last, after all the noise hurting his well-working Namekian ears, a stray energy blast came just near his head. The intense light finally distracted him and made his eyes open wide. He frowned and looked at the warriors from the rock. "So, what's all that noise? Someone's trying to meditate, here!" Piccolo growled in a loud tone before returning back at his original pose, and soon after realizing that something was wrong. Piccolo opened his eyes wide and took a look out the sheltering rock once more. It didn't take it much to notice that there was an actually battle going on, and that Vegeta had a "M" on his forehead. "Oh No," thought the Namekian, "Not Babidi again?!"


    [OOC: I still suggest to make every canonical character playable. ;P And just nvm the timeline, I suppose this RP is odd, but still looks fun :3]

    Piccolo totally screwed his face as another Energy blast passed right near him. "Damn" he thought, before withdrawing his head back, in the safety of the rock. "I Don't get what's going on, he thought, but I feel like Goku won't enjoy me helping him out of this, neither would Vegeta enjoy any obstacles between himself and Goku.. It wasn't a bad thinking. After all he had ben a bad guy too, before, and now that Vegeta turned into an evil person again, he was to be feared. All Vegeta wanted probably was revenge, and Goku could defend himself. Then Piccolo suddenly spotted an injuried Trunks. "He could get hit!" thought Piccolo, and in no time he was near him, silent, lending a green hand at the wounded boy but looking in the opposite direction: he wanted to make sure that Vegeta didn't see them. If he was getting what was going on, then it was better to stay out of this, unless things would get worse for Goku.

    [All right. ^^]


    The kit sounded amazed even if her head was still aching. "Medicine cats?" She meowed. "Sounds awesome!" purred with excitement, eyes closed. Then she suddenly opened them and blinked again, dumb-looking as before. "What's a "moxie"?" asked frowning. It probably was going to be hard days for the poor warrior.


    [OOC: I actually don't know what a moxie is, Wikipedia says it's a "carbonated beverage". LOL. Sorry for my poor English knowledege.]

    The kit nodded and waited quietly in the nest, burning with curiosity. She actually had never been in a camp so, obviously, neither in a Medicine Cat's den. Her eyes darted around with curiosity, and the temptation to go having a curious look around was strong. Good thing that she was an obedient kit, so she waited silently in the nest, only daring to look around, but not to move.


    [OOC: Yes, headache and amnesia.]

    Piccolo at last met Trunks' gaze, who looked quite surprised. "Yes, it's me" murmured Piccolo in a very low voice. "You look injuried, it's better if you get out of here."
    The Namekian then looked away again, still lending that hand. Piccolo was quite puzzled and hoped that, after carrying him in a safer place, Trunks could explain him what was going on.

    [OOC: I noticed the different timeline. Like Vegeta having a sister. o.O But looks nice :D an Altered Universe, yay :D]


    Piccolo looked at Trunks with a sigh, then back at the fighters, just to notice that they had disappeared. The namekian was very surprised and thought a bit, before withdrawing his hand back and clenching his fists. "Woah! He just, like, teleported!" growled with surprise, then folded his arms, calmed down and looked at Trunks. "I wish I could too. But since I don't..." he came nearer Trunks. "I think I'll just carry you somewhere safer that this wasteland. And if you'd be kind enough to tell me what's going on... said wile taking Trunks and getting ready to dart away in the sky.