Cat's Name: Sparrowkit
Cat's Age: Three moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Kit
Appearance: <blockquote>Sparrowkit is not particularly small for her age, but she has a lithe build that often makes her appear younger than she actually is. Her coat is dusty, earthy brown, with black, tabby-style stripes running through it. Her two front paws are white, as if she had dipped them in paint. Sparrowkit’s eyes are mud-brown, several shades darker than her coat.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Sparrowkit is determined to make her stamp in the history of Windclan by becoming a Warrior, and being able to protect Windclan. Sparrowkit is friendly and caring, but sometimes doubts her ability to help others. However, these uncertainties are buried deeply with Sparrowkit, and rarely ever surface. In everyday life Sparrowkit is outgoing and warm, but when emergencies arise she is quick to panic – it takes the wise words of a trusted mentor to calm her down. Sparrowkit is energetic and enthusiastic, and loves spending time with her friends and family. She is eager to prove herself, especially to her friends, but sometimes forgets that self esteem comes from within – not from the acceptance of others.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Sparrowkit was born into Windclan and led a sheltered life. She knew little of the world around her and its dangers. Instead she played with the other kits, never noticing the fire-ravaged landscape that was Windclan. But as Sparrowkit grew older, she began to notice things. There was the mound of ash on the ground that did not smell rich like the earth – but instead foreign and alien. Sparrowkit later learned of the fire that had almost destroyed Windclan – and now wants to protect it. </blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>(This is from mweor.com – another site where you can RP with cats. I know it’s kinda long … and that the style is immature, but that’s just Amber.)
When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
Amber had been taught the age-old saying by her mother ever since she was a mwitten. At the time, she had been too young to understand what her mother was trying to teach her, but now, as a full-fledged adult, she was beginning to grasp its meaning:
Make the best of a bad situation.
‘Which is all very well and good,’ thought Amber to herself, ‘but I don’t think the smartypants who came up with that would have expected this to happen to me!’
Amber was stuck in a very, very sticky situation. She was standing on a flimsy tree branch, and it was too narrow for her to back up on. If this had been under normal circumstances, Amber just would have let go and she would have hit solid ground, a little battered and bruised, but nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t solve.
Unfortunately for Amber, there was no solid ground beneath her feet. There was water. Cold, wet, yucky water. Usually, Amber held nothing against water personally. As long as it was in a drinking bowl, she was fine with it. But being suspended above – in Amber’s opinion – a raging torrent of water bent on her doom, Amber was beginning to dislike the stream. A lot.
‘Oh, why are you doing this?’ she cried out, exasperated. ‘What did I ever do to you?’
The stream continued to bubble and gurgle smugly, and Amber groaned out loud in frustration. Why did everything bad have to happen to her?
It had only been two weeks since Amber left home, and in those two weeks had managed to find herself in so many spots of bother, she had lost count. There had been the time she had accidentally provoked a rather grumpy tomcat into trying to attack her, the time she had fallen into a puddle of mud, and had to spend the next two days washing herself before it all came off, and the time she had been dared to catch a mouse in front of a large group of mweors … and failed.
Amber sighed. Somehow, she always managed to make an idiot of herself in front of others. She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter, that words couldn’t hurt you – another one of her mother’s lessons – but somehow they always did.
But Amber had no time to reconsider the past two weeks of her life, because above her she heard a sharp crack. Amber looked up.
‘Yikes!’ she meowed. The branch was going to break!
And so Amber did the only thing she could do.
‘Heeeeeeelp!’
</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>I checked the names list and saw that the name prefix 'Sparrow' was taken, but all the cats with that already had their warrior names. Is it still okay for me to use this name as long as Sparrowkit's warrior name is different from those already chosen? (cowers from newbieness)</blockquote>
