Post by Brookkit on Feb 9, 2011 23:50:31 GMT -7
Your Username: Brookkit
Character's name: Brookkit
Clan: Riverclan (( or skyclan, if i'm totally mistaken and reading something wrong on the news thing? ))
Occupation: Kit , and loving every moment of it. <3;
Appearance: As a little ball of fuzz, Brookkit is founded upon strong bones and sleek muscles, her body resembling that of the vast rivers running through her homeland. Atop her foundation sits beautiful, silver gray coloration, accenting blue eyes the color you could only find looking into the deep river, capturing you in her swirling gaze, known for pinning you down with quiet curiosity until you give up to their dangerous depths. The only discolorations on her frame is a flash of white crossing over her right eye, as if someone stained her fur with the color of snow, the snow colored booties coloring three of her paws, leaving her front right paw alone. A long, elegant tail stretches out far behind her, stabilizing her on young, trembling paws. A proud head set on broad shoulders, Brookkit is the picture of quiet arrogance, a thought of superiority, a demanding thirst for knowledge, though it would be wise for you to look underneath the surface. ( modifying if not able to be in riverclan )
Personality: Brookkit is known for her deep, unnerving gaze, filled with quiet wonder and curiosity, hidden by a thick layer of uncertainty, masked easily with feigned distrust. Known for simply sitting, her tail wrapped around her small, fuzzy frame as she watches her littermates wrestle, she's often mistaken for an arrogant little kit, who has no time for silly games the other kit's play. She puts forth a confident air, never stepping hesitantly or stopping to sniff first, hoping this will mask her inner feelings. Truthfully? Brookkit hides behind all these layers because she is scared; scared of rejection, scared that the other kit's won't like her because of her small size despite her age, afraid that she wont be able to fit in, or live up to her clans expectations. She over analyzes everything, she's stubborn in her beliefs, and she's too prideful to admit her fears. Even surrounded by a clan who loves her, who only wants the best for her; with a mother who dotes and loves, brothers who'll defend her no matter what, deep down, she's lonely.
Past: Born in the middle of the night, in a harsh leaf bare, the oldest - and smallest - of three kit's was born. Surrounded by her midnight black brothers, Sootkit and Rookkit, the gray kit unsuccessfully suckled her weak mother, unknown to the turmoil around her. Her father grieving, his head thrown back into a soul - shattering caterwaul as the only cat he ever loved lay dieing because of the litter he gave her. The senior warrior, out of his mind with grief, rejected any relation to the squealing kit's, hungry for their mothers milk. Not able to cope with the loss, he stayed in the medicine cat den, not able to even look at his three kits, who were now suckling from a queen who's kit's had been born a couple moons prior. Three nights later, in the dead of night, the black tom escaped from the Riverclan camp. His body was found that morning, next to a bush of Deathberries; he had taken his journey to Starclan into his own paws. The three kits, who never even met their parents, grew up knowing what had happened, and developed their trademark personality rather quickly. Sootkit and Rookkit became openly challenging, angry at everybody around them. Brookkit became quiet and shut in on herself, never expressing true feelings, shying away from the other cats, finding solace in herself, in the loneliness she found there. ( modifying if not able to be in Riverclan )
Other: Even though Brookkit isn't very talkative, nor is she very open, she shows signs of becoming a great warrior. An excellent listener despite everything, she's often found in the elders den, taking over minor apprentice jobs; searching the elders for ticks or adjusting their bedding as they fill her head with stories. If she's not there, she's standing next to the queen that suckled her, watching her brothers and the other kits play, or she's found silently watching the medicine cat go about his business. Sating her curiosity by simply sitting and listening to the mews of warriors and elders and queens around her, she became well educated very early in life, always keeping up with clan news or prepared if any cat was brave enough to try to spark a conversation with her.
Character's name: Brookkit
Clan: Riverclan (( or skyclan, if i'm totally mistaken and reading something wrong on the news thing? ))
Occupation: Kit , and loving every moment of it. <3;
Appearance: As a little ball of fuzz, Brookkit is founded upon strong bones and sleek muscles, her body resembling that of the vast rivers running through her homeland. Atop her foundation sits beautiful, silver gray coloration, accenting blue eyes the color you could only find looking into the deep river, capturing you in her swirling gaze, known for pinning you down with quiet curiosity until you give up to their dangerous depths. The only discolorations on her frame is a flash of white crossing over her right eye, as if someone stained her fur with the color of snow, the snow colored booties coloring three of her paws, leaving her front right paw alone. A long, elegant tail stretches out far behind her, stabilizing her on young, trembling paws. A proud head set on broad shoulders, Brookkit is the picture of quiet arrogance, a thought of superiority, a demanding thirst for knowledge, though it would be wise for you to look underneath the surface. ( modifying if not able to be in riverclan )
Personality: Brookkit is known for her deep, unnerving gaze, filled with quiet wonder and curiosity, hidden by a thick layer of uncertainty, masked easily with feigned distrust. Known for simply sitting, her tail wrapped around her small, fuzzy frame as she watches her littermates wrestle, she's often mistaken for an arrogant little kit, who has no time for silly games the other kit's play. She puts forth a confident air, never stepping hesitantly or stopping to sniff first, hoping this will mask her inner feelings. Truthfully? Brookkit hides behind all these layers because she is scared; scared of rejection, scared that the other kit's won't like her because of her small size despite her age, afraid that she wont be able to fit in, or live up to her clans expectations. She over analyzes everything, she's stubborn in her beliefs, and she's too prideful to admit her fears. Even surrounded by a clan who loves her, who only wants the best for her; with a mother who dotes and loves, brothers who'll defend her no matter what, deep down, she's lonely.
Past: Born in the middle of the night, in a harsh leaf bare, the oldest - and smallest - of three kit's was born. Surrounded by her midnight black brothers, Sootkit and Rookkit, the gray kit unsuccessfully suckled her weak mother, unknown to the turmoil around her. Her father grieving, his head thrown back into a soul - shattering caterwaul as the only cat he ever loved lay dieing because of the litter he gave her. The senior warrior, out of his mind with grief, rejected any relation to the squealing kit's, hungry for their mothers milk. Not able to cope with the loss, he stayed in the medicine cat den, not able to even look at his three kits, who were now suckling from a queen who's kit's had been born a couple moons prior. Three nights later, in the dead of night, the black tom escaped from the Riverclan camp. His body was found that morning, next to a bush of Deathberries; he had taken his journey to Starclan into his own paws. The three kits, who never even met their parents, grew up knowing what had happened, and developed their trademark personality rather quickly. Sootkit and Rookkit became openly challenging, angry at everybody around them. Brookkit became quiet and shut in on herself, never expressing true feelings, shying away from the other cats, finding solace in herself, in the loneliness she found there. ( modifying if not able to be in Riverclan )
Other: Even though Brookkit isn't very talkative, nor is she very open, she shows signs of becoming a great warrior. An excellent listener despite everything, she's often found in the elders den, taking over minor apprentice jobs; searching the elders for ticks or adjusting their bedding as they fill her head with stories. If she's not there, she's standing next to the queen that suckled her, watching her brothers and the other kits play, or she's found silently watching the medicine cat go about his business. Sating her curiosity by simply sitting and listening to the mews of warriors and elders and queens around her, she became well educated very early in life, always keeping up with clan news or prepared if any cat was brave enough to try to spark a conversation with her.
