Post by blade on Feb 28, 2008 17:23:02 GMT -5
Name-Spiritkit
Pelt-Silver tabby
Eyes-Stormy blue/gray
Gender-She-cat
Age-barely a moon
Clan-MistClan
Siblings- Graykit, Blackit
Mother-Morningflower
Description-Spiritkit is quite small, even for a kit. She almost has the lithe build of a Russian Blue, but has a larger head and a more muscular profile. This does not mean she is burly and buff. She is just in-between. Her strong back legs are unusually long, suggesting a possible SkyClan ancestry. She can leap higher then her brothers and sisters because of this trait. Her frame is mainly slight, allowing her to sneak through the of skinniest spaces. With petite size and slender limbs, she can be easy to overlook. Her pads are dainty, not yet rough from wear and tear. Her ears are triangular, like most felines, without the Lynx-like tufts of the Maine Coons. She is always listening, trying to learn what she can. Her tail is thin and willowy, ending in an almost pointed tip. She uses her tail to dangle and chase.
Her pelt is as soft as dandelion clocks in an autumn breeze. She is still kit-soft so her pelt cannot repel water or snow. Each follicle of hair is exquisitely tipped in a dusky gary, sterling, silver, or a smoky jet black. Closely packed together, each hair creates a sparkle effect. Short and sleek, her pelt contains very little of the fluffiness associated with extremely young kits.
Her fur is a soft dove-gray,dappled with darker spots. Swirls of off white and charcoal blend in her pelt, accenting her striking orbs. Subtle, is the only way to describe her pelt. Delicate striping ripples down her pelt, melding in almost abstract patterns. The markings create a muted palette of simple shades and pastel hues. She has round orbs, quite large, with a definite oriental slant. Unusually cloudy, her striking eyes change depending on her mood. Some felines think she is blind. Her orbs are as changing as the ocean, soft one moment, then hard as granite the next. A beautiful blueish gray, her eyes are lightly sprinkled with miniscule flecks of navy blue and tarnished arget. Though extraordinary, her bright orbs cannot conceal her thoughts and emotions. A thin layer of silver surrounds her eyes, creating a dream-like effect.
Personality-Spiritkit has a attitude that belies her size. Adventurous and outgoing, she is always up to her ears in mischief. She consistently suggests to her siblings to leave the den and explore. Her brothers and sisters have not yet taken her offer, much to their mother's relief. Of all the kits in Dawnpelt's litter, she alone is the most troublesome. Extremely curious, she routinely slips away from camp.
She can be quite a gossip, forever trying to sneak the juiciest secrets and exciting news. Chances are, if you heard it from Spiritkit, the whole clan will know too. This does not mean she spews out everything she knows. Without fail, she hoards a little bit of her knowledge, almost like a dragon. Few felines actually realize the sheer amount of secrets she has "collected."
Her favorite place to be is over by the river. While there, she can usually be found under a gorse bush plotting her next adventure. As a result of being confined in the camp, she has discovered many passageways through which to hide. Alert and prepared, at the slightest sound, she can slink back to camp before anyone is aware she has disappeared. She has learned to mask her scent with toadstools in anticipation of being followed.
She has a bubbly personality, contradicting the somber tones of her pelt. Just her very presence seems lighten the atmosphere. Elders just shake their heads and smile, reminded of the glories of youth. She is rarely morose, and angry, though she occasionally sulks after an enormous punishment, but, she picks herself up, and goes back to her original enthusiastic self.
She is currently, impatiently waiting to be an apprentice.
Pelt-Silver tabby
Eyes-Stormy blue/gray
Gender-She-cat
Age-barely a moon
Clan-MistClan
Siblings- Graykit, Blackit
Mother-Morningflower
Description-Spiritkit is quite small, even for a kit. She almost has the lithe build of a Russian Blue, but has a larger head and a more muscular profile. This does not mean she is burly and buff. She is just in-between. Her strong back legs are unusually long, suggesting a possible SkyClan ancestry. She can leap higher then her brothers and sisters because of this trait. Her frame is mainly slight, allowing her to sneak through the of skinniest spaces. With petite size and slender limbs, she can be easy to overlook. Her pads are dainty, not yet rough from wear and tear. Her ears are triangular, like most felines, without the Lynx-like tufts of the Maine Coons. She is always listening, trying to learn what she can. Her tail is thin and willowy, ending in an almost pointed tip. She uses her tail to dangle and chase.
Her pelt is as soft as dandelion clocks in an autumn breeze. She is still kit-soft so her pelt cannot repel water or snow. Each follicle of hair is exquisitely tipped in a dusky gary, sterling, silver, or a smoky jet black. Closely packed together, each hair creates a sparkle effect. Short and sleek, her pelt contains very little of the fluffiness associated with extremely young kits.
Her fur is a soft dove-gray,dappled with darker spots. Swirls of off white and charcoal blend in her pelt, accenting her striking orbs. Subtle, is the only way to describe her pelt. Delicate striping ripples down her pelt, melding in almost abstract patterns. The markings create a muted palette of simple shades and pastel hues. She has round orbs, quite large, with a definite oriental slant. Unusually cloudy, her striking eyes change depending on her mood. Some felines think she is blind. Her orbs are as changing as the ocean, soft one moment, then hard as granite the next. A beautiful blueish gray, her eyes are lightly sprinkled with miniscule flecks of navy blue and tarnished arget. Though extraordinary, her bright orbs cannot conceal her thoughts and emotions. A thin layer of silver surrounds her eyes, creating a dream-like effect.
Personality-Spiritkit has a attitude that belies her size. Adventurous and outgoing, she is always up to her ears in mischief. She consistently suggests to her siblings to leave the den and explore. Her brothers and sisters have not yet taken her offer, much to their mother's relief. Of all the kits in Dawnpelt's litter, she alone is the most troublesome. Extremely curious, she routinely slips away from camp.
She can be quite a gossip, forever trying to sneak the juiciest secrets and exciting news. Chances are, if you heard it from Spiritkit, the whole clan will know too. This does not mean she spews out everything she knows. Without fail, she hoards a little bit of her knowledge, almost like a dragon. Few felines actually realize the sheer amount of secrets she has "collected."
Her favorite place to be is over by the river. While there, she can usually be found under a gorse bush plotting her next adventure. As a result of being confined in the camp, she has discovered many passageways through which to hide. Alert and prepared, at the slightest sound, she can slink back to camp before anyone is aware she has disappeared. She has learned to mask her scent with toadstools in anticipation of being followed.
She has a bubbly personality, contradicting the somber tones of her pelt. Just her very presence seems lighten the atmosphere. Elders just shake their heads and smile, reminded of the glories of youth. She is rarely morose, and angry, though she occasionally sulks after an enormous punishment, but, she picks herself up, and goes back to her original enthusiastic self.
She is currently, impatiently waiting to be an apprentice.
I know that descriptions are not always easy to make.
