Post by THE s h a d s on Mar 26, 2012 6:43:10 GMT -5
PICTURE
windKIT
windKIT
Name: Windkit - Windpaw - Windfire
Gender: Male
Clan: Wind
Position: Kit
Appearance:
Windkit is a scraggly young thing. He is the color of sand with white and darker brown flecks speckling his coat. His eyes are a brilliant yellow, seeming to burn through anything he looks at. He is short and, being a kit, is no where near fully grown. However, he is big enough that he can walk around with ease and no longer a mother's tit to survive.
Personality:
Windkit is shy. He hardly speaks, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He is terribly afraid of anyone bigger than him, water, rain, strong wind, pretty much everything else. He is extremely jumpy, but everyone sort of hopes he'll grow out of it soon. He is a good kit, never causing trouble like the others. He is content where he is. He's seen enough of the outside world to last him a life time. The only grown-up he talks to is Lilactear, and she's the one that saved his life. He didn't even speak to his foster mother. He shakes uncontrollably sometimes, and all the other kits make fun of him for it. He never cries though, and he never gets angry. He just lets it roll of his shoulder. He doesn't care what others think about him or what they do to him. He has an extremely high tolerance for physical pain, but at the slightest inkling of emotional pain the male shuts down.
History:
Kit life--
Windkit doesn't remember this part of his life, but just so everyone knows I'll explain. His mother was a cruel and evil young she-cat who didn't want kits anyway. The father was in a different clan, and didn't care. His mother had left the camp and resigned to raising the young kit in the wild, ashamed of what she had done. He was too young to remember much, but his mother treated him cruelly. She always laughed at him and mocked him when others weren't within earshot. One night, he awoke to discover himself clasped tightly in his frantic mother's jaws, far from home. He didn't struggle because he was being carried by his mother. Somewhere near the border, she dropped him and ran away, leaving him behind without even a glance back. He wailed and wailed for her, but she never came. As sun was rising he got up and walked, scared of anything that moved. That was when Lilactear discovered him. She saved him, and she was kind. He owes her his life, and he knows it.
Other: He's 4 moons old.
