Sparrowkit cocked her head to one side, thinking. She wasn't small for her age - but she had a skinny build. Obviously she didn't have much weight to carry, that would be a bonus, but Sparrowkit was still young and she wasn't finished growing.
'Maybe ...' she said thoughtfully. 'Maybe if it was a really old, slow rabbit I could catch it!'
OOC: *slams head repeatedly into desk*
Being my stupid self, I never really discussed Sparrowkit's parents in her bio. I've sort of always imaged that they died - but that's a bit too Kitty-Sue, 'I'm an orphan without parents to wuv me ... yadda yadda' for me so I try not to play their deaths up too much. I always pictured that they died when Sparrowkit was very young, so that she doesn't really miss them. *continues slamming head into desk*
IC:
Sparrowkit looked down at the ground, suddenly feeling very shy - with wasn't a usual emotion for her. Slowly swishing her tail from side to side, she raised her gaze.
'Idon'thaveamotherbecauseshediedwhenIwaslittle,' she said in one big rush.
Oops - take two. 'What I mean is,' said Sparrowkit, forcing herself to speak slowly, 'my parents died a long time ago.'
OOC: If you promise not to tell, I actually came up with names for her parents - Sootpelt and Mistyflower... Hey, you promised! ... Sootpelt caught greencough before she was born, and Mistyflower died fighting *insert enemy clan here*
IC:
Sparrowkit managed a small purr (sic?) when Featherglow pulled her closer.
'It wasn't too hard,' she said in a small voice, 'I never missed them because I never knew them. But sometimes I wish I did.' Sparrowkit sighed - then remembered.
'Will you still take me rabbit-hunting with you?'
OOC: What can I say? Kids ... they always bounce back 
'Yay!' cried Sparrowkit, jumping up quickly. She couldn't wait ... two whole moons until apprenticeship day - oh well!
A completely random thought came into Sparrowkit's head. Everything had been going to smoothly at Windclan for so long, what had happened to Shadowclan? Wasn't Shadowclan their enemy? Weren't enemies always doing bad thing ... like attacking other clans?
'What's been happening?' asked Sparrowkit, quickly realizing that her question hadn't made much sense. She tried again. 'I mean, what's been happening with Windclan? It's been so quiet for so long...' Sparrowkit trailed off.
OOC: Sorry this took longer - my computer logged me out while I was typing and wouldn't let me post.
Cat's Name: Summerfern
Cat's Age: Four seasons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Summerfern is a marmalade tabby she-cat. She is of medium height and build for her age, although her fur becomes surprisingly thick in the colder season of leaf-bare. Her eyes are a brilliant shade green – the colour of lily pads resting on the water’s surface. She has a small scar on her stomach from a long-ago battle, as well as a small nick behind her left ear, from a recent fight, that is slowly but steadily healing.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>No shrinking violet when it comes to getting the job done, Summerfern will do whatever it takes to complete the necessary mission. Calm and collected, it takes a lot to visibly faze Summerfern – but she sometimes becomes too aggressive with those who she views as standing in her way. Quick to judge before she knows, Summerfern is a firm believer in the good first impression. She is also deeply prejudiced against Shadowclan, and it would take one heckuva Shadowclanner to convince her that they aren’t all ruthless killers. Summerfern is quick to act – sometimes to quick – and hates taking a back seat when it comes to fighting. She is agile and quick, making her a good rabbit hunter for Windclan. </blockquote>History: <blockquote>Summerfern was born to two Windclan warriors, and had a relatively normal kit-hood (is that a word?). Although she later grew into her build, Summerfern had to wait an extra moon to become an apprentice, because she was a small kit. When she finally became an apprentice, Summerfern worked especially hard, eager to become a warrior as quickly as possible so she could be at the same level as her friends. Summerfern eventually became a warrior, much to her pleasure, and she set out to protect Windclan as best as she could. During the fires that ravaged Windclan, Summerfern lost both of her parents. She was deeply upset by their lost – having to grieve alone, having no siblings. However, she realized that she could still remember her parents, and from then on has continued striving to be the best warrior she can be.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>:)</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>
Picture(s): http://www.flickr.com/photos/delina/427749308/
Cats name: Sparrowkit of Windclan
Theme: Ummm ... Not really sure. Use your judgement :)
Text: (Could you do the text in Vladimir Script, if your PC has it?)
Life is sacred
A precious gift
Do no harm
Other: Thanks
OOC: Eeek, othercats, giant wolfdog! *grabs Sparrowkit and runs for the hills*
IC:
Sparrowkit squeaked with excitement - she had only heard whispers about the mysterious othercats, who went about killing and eating other cats like herself! Sparrowkit wondered what would happen to Thunderclan now. They would probably have to assign a new leader.
Sparrowkit wasn't really sure what to say, so she tried to look suitably impressed. She didn't get to hear much Clan gossip, being a kit.
'Well, it's good to hear that things have been going well for Windclan,' she said at last.
OOC: Short :(
OOC: *chants* I know someone who RPs someone famous ...
IC:
Sparrowkit couldn't believe this - hearing about an actual rebellion! She could only imagine what the other kits in the nursery would say if they heard this, but of course she wouldn't tell - Featherglow had asked her not to.
'Wow - driving out a leader, that's ...' Sparrowkit was lost for words. She couldn't imagine Windclan without Dreamstar. She wondered what the cats at Riverclan were thinking now ...
'I've heard bits of it,' said Sparrowkit, 'but never the whole thing at once.' She could remember being told the story of how the clans were created, but being a very young kit at the time, the story was only half-told - being blanks in her memory from when she had dozed off sleepily.
Sparrowkit listened carefully, trying to commit the tale to memory.
'Wow,' she said, 'that must have been amazing - especially when the Starclan cats came down to stop the battle!' She squeaked with laughter when Featherglow stood up, driving away the imaginary intruders.
Sparrowkit stood up on her own back legs, pawing at the air.
'I am Sparrowkit from Starclan!' she cried out. 'Hear me roar!' She batted her paws in the air, driving the last of the 'rogues' away.
'Of course Wind gathered the best rabbit-hunters and took them to the highlands!' cried out Sparrowkit eagerly. Wait, that was what Windclan was good at - right? Sparrowkit cocked her head to the side, thinking. Yup, that was it. At least, she thought it was.
My chara, Summerfern, needs some RPing. She's a Windclan warrior, but your cat doesn't necessarily have to be from Windclan to RP with her.
I've been Rping with my other characters for a while now, and they're both kits, so I'd appreciate it if I could RP with someone and actually write adult conversations. :)
However, I'm open to all suggestions.
That sounds good. Do you want to start the thread or shall I?
Sparrowkit listened to the end of the story.
'That was really good,' she said, 'you tell great stories, Ma-'
Sparrowkit stopped suddenly.
Mamma. Why she had connected the world 'Mamma' with Featherglow, she did not know. Only that now she felt cold, and the fur on the back of her neck was standing on end. Had she said something wrong? It had been a slip of the tongue, Featherglow had become the closest thing Sparrowkit had ever had to a mother.
Sparrowkit looked down at the ground, unsure of whether she had done something wrong or not.
You probably won't find this helpful, but I often find that I get along much better with people younger or older than I am. Maybe it's a maturity thing. My best friend is a year younger than me.
And if I had my way, I'd lock myself in my bedroom and read all day :)
Sparrowkit looked down at her paws. The ground had turned their normally white fur to a pale brown, several shades lighter than the rest of her coat. Sparrowkit swallowed nervously.
'I ... I almost called you 'Mamma',' said Sparrowkit, her voice small. She still didn't meet Featherglow's gaze. She didn't know if she could manage to look into those green eyes.
Without realizing, Sparrowkit had begun purring.
'I'd like that,' she said shyly, snuggling into Featherglow's side, 'Mamma.'
The word felt strange in her mouth, but it suited Featherglow perfectly. Sparrowkit already completely trusted the she-cat with all of her heart - and despite the fact that they'd only known each other for a short time, Featherglow's face was the one she saw when she thought of 'mother'.
Sparrowkit purred more loudly.
Okeydokey, I'll try to have it up by the end of today. I'll probably set it in the Moorlands - Summerfern can be out hunting, and I'll PM you with the link once I'm done. :)
The sky was gray, Summerfern couldn’t see the sky. It was early morning, the sun was only just beginning to appear on the horizon, and Summerfern was out hunting rabbits. She had only caught one so far, and even then the thing had been elderly and slow – she almost didn’t want to bring it back, it would insult her hunting prowess. But the clan must be fed first, no matter what the kill looked like.
Summerfern had hidden the prey a while back, closer towards the Windclan camp where she had caught it, and had been hunting for a while now, looking for more prey. She had almost caught another rabbit – this one had been young and fighting fit – and badly wounded it, but it had kicked her in the stomach and escape, leaving only her pride bruised. She had been hoping that the rabbit had died of blood loss, and had been keeping an eye out for its body – to no avail.
Summerfern surveyed the moorland one more time. She had known that hunting before dawn wasn’t going to prove all that fruitful, but she had to try. Surely there had to be a few rabbits that were early-risers, right?
Sighing, Summerfern continued her hunt.
Sparrowkit shrieked with laughter, rolling over onto her back.
'I wasn't taking a mud bath before,' she cried out, batting her paws in the air, 'but I am now!'
Sparrowkit sat up, and began washing her fur - she had to listen to her mother, right? And her paws weren't that dirty, she couldn't help it, it came from walking on the ground. And all cats had dirty paws at some point or another, hers stood out more because they were white.
But Sparrowkit didn't really mind. In a matter of minutes her coat would be clean. And then ... who knew?
