!Silverkit!{BranchClan}[Finished]

[{[TeAL]}]

Out of Character:
TEALTIDE!

Nickname --

Teal, Tealeh, Tealy, Tealers !

Other Characters --

Tealtide !

Email --

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Back in Character:
SILVERKIT!

Name --

Silverkit {{Silverwing}}

Age --

4 Moons

Gender --

She-cat

Clan --

BranchClan

Rank --

Apprentice--Warrior


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Personality -- Talk a little about your cat. Are they optimistic, fierce, serious? Include their traits that make them them. Maybe have something about their reactions to certain cats, their love life, whatever makes him/her up. 200 word minimum

Many, oh so many, words can be used to describe this little kit but there seems to be one word that stands out against the rest.

Eccentric.

She is always out there and always has plenty of energy to spare when nighttime falls and she's forced back into the nursery. She has to be in everyone's business, so much so that she becomes a pest to everyone around her.

She wants to know things, she wants to know everything and she always has wanted to be smart. Way too many questions force their way out of her mouth. Many times she's tried to pester others just to get their attention. It's not like she wants attention, nor does she crave constant care though. In fact, she would be more likely to be the independent kit of the group. While her loud mouth get's her in a tad bit of trouble sometimes, it's her non-stop action that always seems to put her in the hot seat.

Silverkit likes to jump in the air following butterflies and catching falling leaves. Even though she never has an agenda, she is always the first one to suggest something, like going outside of camp and starting a commotion in the many clearings outside of the camp. The only question she never knows how to answer is "How are we going to do that?" When her mother tells her it's time to come in, Silverkit is the first to voice her take on the command.

The she-kit is certainly not afraid to voice her opinions. She's not soft about speaking her mind either. A wide, diverse range of questions will come out just as easily as another cat mewling for food. She doesn't really have a sense yet of what to say and what not to say, and she'll always be one to speak her mind. She easily hurts feelings and says things she wishes to take back or at least thought over a bit before she blurted it out, but she's a sweet cat and hates to see others hurt.

If she does say something that unintentionally hurts another cat, she's the first to run over and beg for forgiveness and apologize countless times, even if the other cat runs off and doesn't plan on coming back, she'd be close at foot to say how incredibly sorry she was. Seeing her friends hurt is no trivial thing either. Usually when her friends or family are sad, she becomes low and mellow. She's like a sponge. She absorbs others moods and knows how to react in order to not get yelled at, especially the moods of those closest to her. If another cat says "Nothings wrong" you can easily tell something is and it's not easy for her to hide it with her wide, dark yellow eyes, even if it was an enemy of hers that was sad.

Silverkit also wouldn't be one to conceal her thoughts just because a cat is a higher rank than her. Even when she becomes a warrior she won't know when to keep her trap quiet. A leader who makes a mistake or an unjustified decision will not only hear questions of why they made their decision but her opinion on the matter. She's not afraid to give a cat an earful if they did something amoral, and she's not one to keep her voice down. Silverkit's set of lungs are loud and increasingly boisterous as she grows.

The kit loves to investigate things. Never mind that she wants to run around and look at things, but I mean investigate, using all of her senses while she's at it. She's not afraid to poke a snake or even bite one. There is no fear in this little kit as her ignorance saves her from knowing the harm she gets herself into.

short description -- A long-haired white she-cat with a dark gray "V" forming from her ears joining at the back of her head and dark yellow-green eyes.

Appearance -- Are they a large golden tabby with heavy markings and broad shoulders? Or perhaps a slender Siamese with bat-large ears. Describe their pelt, their eyes, body build, scars, and so on. 200 word minimum

Ah, Silverkit. Silverkit is one of a medium build, and will become muscular as her moons pass her by. Her whole build seems quite stocky and large but it's only her fur. Beneath that bundle of fur will be thick, well-built muscles which help her with her fighting.

The name Silverkit obviously does not come from her snow white pelt, but from the intricate "V" shape which begins from both her large, triangular ears with rounded tops and the "V" comes together near the back of her head. The only other gray that can sometimes be seen in her fur are the small gray pieces of fur at the very end of her long, feathering tail.

Silverkit's pelt is a soft white which glows radiantly in the sunshine. Silverkit loves her pelt to death but hates the fact that it takes a lot of patience to groom it, so it is normally ruffled and sticking out at odd angles. Her tail is something she hates to clean so it normally sports a wide variety debris of leaves, twigs and burrs sticking in and out of her feathered tail.

The she-kit got her colors more from her mother, who also is a white she-cat with a sleek, short pelt. Her father is a gray and white tabby tom with yellow-green eyes, although he has more pronounced green in the eyes. Her mother has a soft shade of yellow in her eyes around large, triangular tipped ears. With large paws like Silverkit's, they help her run quickly, but like most things with her pelt, their a pain to be groomed.

The she-kit loves how she looks, but she would never admit it to anyone. She only hates the long fur on her pelt. She would much rather a sleek, short-furred pelt so she could clean it easier. She loves the softness of her pelt but it's just too much fur for her to handle. She wished she had the pelt of her mother but instead she has the downy look of her fathers pelt. She'll realize as she grows older, her appearance is important, but she will learn that as a new warrior.


Tattoo --

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History -- Five sentences for 0-7 moons; eight sentences for 8-15 moons; ten sentences for 16+. Twenty for any ranked cat.

Ah, the short and simple history of Silverkit. Silverkit was born on a bright and sunny afternoon during newleaf. The she-kit was the only kit of the litter but that didn't stop Silverkit from making friends quickly.

The she-kit never gave a second thought that she didn't have any other siblings to play with. She made fun in her own way by asking questions. Curiosity is a good trait for this she-kit and her parent's were both glad to know that she didn't sulk in a corner with no one to play with.

The she-kit enjoys chasing around butterflies around and she plays with anything moving that catches her eye. Silverkit will grow up a strong she-cat with a large heart, acute senses, and great hunting and battle skills.


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A shaggy brown tabby head poked itself out of the warriors den, a wad of moss in his mouth. Two dark brown paws followed, then came another two, followed by a long feathered tail, streaked with black. Teal eyes scanned the clearing, he wondered what was going on. He remembered finally being one of those apprentices who applied to the call the leader yowled out. Now it was just something normal that happened every now and then. He was called out into the clearing, and he would be expected to be present.

He quickly made his way to the entrance of the camp, stepped out, and flung the moss into the forest beyond. He didn't need any moss for his nest at that moment. The meeting was of much more importance than his nest. If he had to decide between coming into the camp late with moss in his mouth, and having no bedding at all, therefore being punctual, he would have definitely chosen his second choice. Afterward I'll get some moss for my nest again thought the tom, smiling to himself.

He emerged back into the camp, his teal eyes shining. He remembered being made an apprentice. He could imagine how it felt like to sit there in front of every cat, to be given a mentor. One more step toward becoming a warrior. It was one of the best feelings in the world, and it made the tom smile. Then there was the warrior ceremony. You felt so happy to be deemed a warrior, after all of the hard moons of work. It was also a nice feeling. You could sleep with those who may have been made warriors before you, and you could finally have freedom. More freedom than both that of a kit and an apprentice. And the deputy. That situation he hadn't experienced, and he was sure he wouldn't but he had a feeling it was such and honor, you could either be shocked or happy. Or both. He wondered if any deputy that had ever been chosen was ever upset at the fact that he had been promoted. Had anyone ever rejected the opportunity to be the next cat to lead the clan? He hoped not, for that cat must have been missing out on something big in their life, something that could have changed them.

Sitting down near the front, to the left side of the clearing, the tom with the teal eyes looked up. He nodded hello to Fallenstar, and scanned the clearing, awaiting for the rest of the cats' to appear from the confines of their dens. Sometimes cats would take longer, for they would have to be woken up by the others. Those cats always made the tom chuckle, for they were always heavy sleepers. That had yet to happen to Tealtide, but he suspected that it would probably happen sooner or later. He was a light sleeper. Always was. He was always the first one out of the den, the first one up to watch the sunrise. He loved watching the sun rise and set as it pleased. It calmed him deeply. Just thinking about it made the toms tense shoulders relax the slightest bit.

Sighing, the tom brought his head down to inspect the ground underneath him. Seeing as it was spring, the ground wasn't hard and cold. It was starting to soften and dampen. His eyes wandered to his paws. How large they were. And dirty. He would need to clean them by himself later. He hadn't really been paying much attention to how he had looked the past few days. It was spring. It was finally becoming warm, and they prey level was growing. Each day it seemed to be growing, but probably only in the eyes of the tom. He loved to hunt. Loved the thrill of tracking, and bringing down the prey.

The thin wisps of fog in the air drew the toms attention to the camp. How beautiful it was, weaving itself in and out of certain areas. It was tick in some areas, in in others. Beautiful, just lovely. He strongly disliked becoming mesmerized over such simple things, but at least it kept his mind busy. It was everywhere. The fog was everywhere. Another thing he loved about spring. What happened when the warm weather began to melt the snow, the fog was heavy, and that was what was happening. Nothing to him was considered boring in spring. Everything was beautiful. The ground, the trees, the sky. Even the sunrises and sunsets seemed much different than in winter. Clearer, sharper, the tom didn't quite know. He stopped thinking about the seasons, and focused his attention on the clearing, although he doubted it would settle there for much longer.

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