Posts by blackbeauty

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    Username: blackbeauty
    Kit's name: Lashkit/Lashpaw/Lashtail
    Gender: Male
    Apperance: red tabby with gold eyes. kinda like this: http://www.birchcrest.info/Red…rel%20Tabby%20Boy%202.jpg
    Personality: Lashkit has a short temper and can sometimes act without thinking. He can be violent, but sometimes he can be calm. Othertimes he can be extremely kind and understanding. But you never know what will trigger his temper.
    Something to convince you I'll keep him: I don't have a BloodClan cat yet, and I'm on almost everyday. And here's an RP sample:
    Whitekit looked at her mother, then her unsheathed claws. She detached them from her mother's tail slowly and carefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She rubbed her head on her mother's chest, as if to apologize. The she-kit laid down next to her mother, and laid her head on her paws, eyes darting from cat to cat, bored. She didn't want to see her father either. He hadn't made an effort to be part of her life, and personally she thought it was better that way. The rain outside mirrored her mood. She sighed.

    Hawkkit leaned into his mother's cheek, and fell over as she lifted her head to speak. He whimpered, even though he wasn't physically hurt. His mother never seemed to be around, and his father, though it was nice that he stayed around, couldn't quite replace her. He was glad that she stayed, instead of rushing out again. He suckled, then drifted off to sleep, the warm milk easing his mind.


    <<do you guys want to do the time skip? like maybe a week or something?>>

    Whitekit was comforted by Cornkit's comforting words, and pushed her horrible thoughts to the back of her mind. Even though they were still there, and she couldn't forget them, she couldn't let therm bother her either. She should live while she was alive. She licked her sister's ear, and placed her head on top of hers.

    Whitekit ignored all the commotion about Koisplash, and was miserable. When was the medicine cat going to come back? She whimpered. Everybody else seemed to be having a whole bunch of fun. Except her.

    Whitekit didn't resist as her mother picked her up by the scruff and carried her over to this new den. It smelled like herbs, but the moss she laid on smelt somewhat icky. Like throw-up. She was too weak to move, even when an unknown cat entered. She only closed her eyes, and drifted into a light but dreamless sleep, comforted by her mother's words and grooming. She hoped she would get better.

    Username: blackbeauty
    Name (of kit): Breeze that Blows a Feather (Breezefeather)
    Gender: Tom
    Appearance: Blue/gray tom with white patch on chest and one white front paw. White flecked muzzle. Icy-blue eyes.
    Personality: Hmmm... He is what some people may call a gentle giant. This doesn't mean he is stupid or dull, but intelligent and kind. He doesn't try to step on other cats' toes, and has a pretty calm personality. He doesn't get riled easily and is quite generous, and compassionate. He is loyal and trustworthy.
    RP sample: Whitekit didn't resist as her mother picked her up by the scruff and carried her over to this new den. It smelled like herbs, but the moss she laid on smelt somewhat icky. Like throw-up. She was too weak to move, even when an unknown cat entered. She only closed her eyes, and drifted into a light but dreamless sleep, comforted by her mother's words and grooming. She hoped she would get better.
    How often are you on? And please be honest: Everyday... unless something comes up.

    Kit name: Treekit /Treepaw/Treefall
    Gender: She-kit
    Color: Brown tabby with dark green eyes- like this when she's older: http://fotosa.ru/stock_photo/Photodisc/p_2186861.jpg
    Personality: She's very hyper and active, and just can't be still. She is adventurous and curious, and reckless sometimes as well. She can be nosy and insensitive, but she is mostly playful and loud, with a good sense of humor, and a kind heart.

    (OCC: Sorry- I just got home from school. Anyways..)


    Breezefeather squirmed towards his mother, seeking out her warmth. And food. He latched on to her, and started to suckle, the warm milk pouring down his throat. Once he was satisfied, he let go, and snuggled closer to her, burying his nose in her soft belly fur, and fell asleep.

    Ummm... could I have Tinykit? He sounds interesting, and I don't have a Starclan cat yet. This is how long most of my posts are:


    Tinykit wandered through the dark forest, unafraid. Something about this place made it feel safe. His amber eyes glowed, the only light in the long shadows the setting sun cast. He laid down to sleep, paws tired from walking. He didn't dream, and when he woke, there was another kit in front of him. He sat up, curious about this kit. His eyes were warm. "Hello. My name is Tinykit. What's your name?"

    Whitekit's eyes fluttered open as something touched her. She moved away from whatever, or whoever had done so, but kept her eyes closed. It touched her again. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, rejoining the world again. It took so much effort. It mystified her, how one day she could have all the energy in the world, jumping and playing, and the next day, be so weak she could hardly open her eyes. Whitekit shifted her weight, the nest not as comfortable as the one in the nursery. She took a deep breath, but it was interrupted by her hacking coughs. She struggled to breathe.

    (OCC: It's ok if Silver steals Breezefeather too... it's so hard to get a kit in a plot sometimes.. by the way the dog vs. raccoon thing is awesome ;D)


    Breezefeather woke when his mother brushed bast him, the wind that echoed through the caves chilling him. He whimpered, and lifted his head, trying to see where she was, to no avail. He snuggled closer to his sister, hoping that their mother would return soon.

    Whitekit waited until her coughing subsided until she carefully ate the ground herbs. She closed her eyes, the effort of these simple tasks overwhelming her. She slipped into a peaceful sleep, deep and dreamless.

    Username: blackbeauty
    Kit's name: Lashkit/Lashpaw/Lashtail
    Gender: Male
    Apperance: red tabby with gold eyes. kinda like this: http://www.birchcrest.info/Red…rel%20Tabby%20Boy%202.jpg
    Personality: Lashkit has a short temper and can sometimes act without thinking. He can be violent, but sometimes he can be calm. Othertimes he can be extremely kind and understanding. But you never know what will trigger his temper.
    And here's an RP sample:
    Whitekit looked at her mother, then her unsheathed claws. She detached them from her mother's tail slowly and carefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She rubbed her head on her mother's chest, as if to apologize. The she-kit laid down next to her mother, and laid her head on her paws, eyes darting from cat to cat, bored. She didn't want to see her father either. He hadn't made an effort to be part of her life, and personally she thought it was better that way. The rain outside mirrored her mood. She sighed.