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Description

i lov her one white paw,,,

BASICS

Name ::   Cinderkit
Previous ::   N/A

Gender ::   Female
Sex ::   DFAB

Age ::    0 moons
Age ::   0 years and 0 months

Rank ::   Kit
Previous ::    N/A

Appprentice :: N/A
Mentor ::    N/A

Clan ::   LionClan
Previous ::   N/A

Sexuality :: x

PHYSICAL

Build ::
Chubby and short-legged.

Fur ::
Scruffy blue tabby.

Eyes ::
Kit-blue. (Will be amber)

Book description ::
Gray tabby she-kit with one white paw and scruffy fur.

Scars ::
N/A

Voice ::
x

MENTAL

Positive Traits ::
Protective
Family-oriented

Neutral Traits ::
Shy
Curious

Negative Traits ::
Anxious
Skeptical

Overview ::

  This kitten, while horrendously shy and hard to win over, is very loving towards their family. They generally prefer the company of their siblings over the company of other kittens in the nursery, nervous about the dangers outside of their safe space by their parents. While too anxious to actually go out and explore, they're always asking questions- what's it like outside? Who's the cat that just walked by? What's Smokestar doing today?
    - Try-out description

Cinderkit is one of the most shy kits to walk LionClan territory. Despite her anxiety about, well, pretty much everything, she is too curious to let the outside world go to waste. She refuses to leave the nursery most of the time, preferring to stay with her family and play inside. She enjoys hearing stories, especially from Mosstooth, though it's irritating to listen to one with her because she always interrupts to ask questions. A natural skeptic, Cinderkit is often lost in thought trying to piece together the tiniest things. And despite all of this reserved nature, she is protective or much - of herself, her things, and her family, and often finds herself jealous if her siblings are playing with someone who isn't related to them.

Likes ::
  Sleeping
Flowers

Dislikes ::
  Loud noises
Rabbit

Fears ::
  Scarred warriors
Waking up alone

HISTORY

- Smokestar and Fawnheart, leader and member of LionClan respectfully, were having their first litter in a makeshift camp between WindClan and ThunderClan's border. As their territories became more and more unsafe, they decided it would be best if they moved to a safer location to have their kits, and set off to settle in a new camp away from the dangers of the Twolegs.

RELATIONSHIPS

Smokestar ::
  Cinderkit thinks Smokestar is the coolest and wants to be as cool as him one day.

Fawnheart ::
  Cinderkit loves her dad; she's practically clinging to him half the time, after all.

Mosstooth ::
Mosstooth is Cinderkit's favorite kit-sitter. She's practically glued to her side the entire time.

Kit#1 ::
  -

Kit#2 ::
  -

Kit #3 ::
-

Kit#4 ::
  -

Kit#5 ::
-

RP INFO

Timezone ::
  Central
Methods ::
  chat :: no
skype :: yes
discord :: yes
notes :: yes
email :: no
google docs :: maybe
forum :: no

Finished RPs ::
  -

Sample ::
             As long as everyone else was fine, Heath was content. But this content
nature was interrupted by the frustration of his own state: with the way
he was recovering, it seemed he would not be able to volunteer for any
of the other battles. Of course he wanted to help. Heath was a FireClan
cat, a bender, and a strong one at that. Though not yet visited by his parents
or previous mentor, he could see the look on their faces: disappointment,
anger. Disgust. Just the thought made his hackles raise. Any normal cat
would feel resentment in their bones from treatment he was receiving from
cats supposed to raise him. But it only forced him to strive harder, to work
for their approval until he could no longer stand.

But as it stood, Heath couldn't. Putting weight onto his leg with the injured
shoulder was too much, though he hated relying on others for things such as
this simple care. Food, water, herbs -- all had to be carried over to him until
he was back on his paws. It was - he was -

Heath noticed he'd been silent, brooding, and blinked up at Primrose. "I'm glad
you're all right," he admitted, voice flat, though his eyes looked over the she-cat's
frame as though searching for injuries she may have been hiding from him. He
cared for her, but showing that care was... impossible. He'd never learned how to.

Description

i lov her one white paw,,,

BASICS

Name ::   Cinderkit
Previous ::   N/A

Gender ::   Female
Sex ::   DFAB

Age ::    0 moons
Age ::   0 years and 0 months

Rank ::   Kit
Previous ::    N/A

Appprentice :: N/A
Mentor ::    N/A

Clan ::   LionClan
Previous ::   N/A

Sexuality :: x

PHYSICAL

Build ::
Chubby and short-legged.

Fur ::
Scruffy blue tabby.

Eyes ::
Kit-blue. (Will be amber)

Book description ::
Gray tabby she-kit with one white paw and scruffy fur.

Scars ::
N/A

Voice ::
x

MENTAL

Positive Traits ::
Protective
Family-oriented

Neutral Traits ::
Shy
Curious

Negative Traits ::
Anxious
Skeptical

Overview ::

  This kitten, while horrendously shy and hard to win over, is very loving towards their family. They generally prefer the company of their siblings over the company of other kittens in the nursery, nervous about the dangers outside of their safe space by their parents. While too anxious to actually go out and explore, they're always asking questions- what's it like outside? Who's the cat that just walked by? What's Smokestar doing today?
    - Try-out description

Cinderkit is one of the most shy kits to walk LionClan territory. Despite her anxiety about, well, pretty much everything, she is too curious to let the outside world go to waste. She refuses to leave the nursery most of the time, preferring to stay with her family and play inside. She enjoys hearing stories, especially from Mosstooth, though it's irritating to listen to one with her because she always interrupts to ask questions. A natural skeptic, Cinderkit is often lost in thought trying to piece together the tiniest things. And despite all of this reserved nature, she is protective or much - of herself, her things, and her family, and often finds herself jealous if her siblings are playing with someone who isn't related to them.

Likes ::
  Sleeping
Flowers

Dislikes ::
  Loud noises
Rabbit

Fears ::
  Scarred warriors
Waking up alone

HISTORY

- Smokestar and Fawnheart, leader and member of LionClan respectfully, were having their first litter in a makeshift camp between WindClan and ThunderClan's border. As their territories became more and more unsafe, they decided it would be best if they moved to a safer location to have their kits, and set off to settle in a new camp away from the dangers of the Twolegs.

RELATIONSHIPS

Smokestar ::
  Cinderkit thinks Smokestar is the coolest and wants to be as cool as him one day.

Fawnheart ::
  Cinderkit loves her dad; she's practically clinging to him half the time, after all.

Mosstooth ::
Mosstooth is Cinderkit's favorite kit-sitter. She's practically glued to her side the entire time.

Kit#1 ::
  -

Kit#2 ::
  -

Kit #3 ::
-

Kit#4 ::
  -

Kit#5 ::
-

RP INFO

Timezone ::
  Central
Methods ::
  chat :: no
skype :: yes
discord :: yes
notes :: yes
email :: no
google docs :: maybe
forum :: no

Finished RPs ::
  -

Sample ::
             As long as everyone else was fine, Heath was content. But this content
nature was interrupted by the frustration of his own state: with the way
he was recovering, it seemed he would not be able to volunteer for any
of the other battles. Of course he wanted to help. Heath was a FireClan
cat, a bender, and a strong one at that. Though not yet visited by his parents
or previous mentor, he could see the look on their faces: disappointment,
anger. Disgust. Just the thought made his hackles raise. Any normal cat
would feel resentment in their bones from treatment he was receiving from
cats supposed to raise him. But it only forced him to strive harder, to work
for their approval until he could no longer stand.

But as it stood, Heath couldn't. Putting weight onto his leg with the injured
shoulder was too much, though he hated relying on others for things such as
this simple care. Food, water, herbs -- all had to be carried over to him until
he was back on his paws. It was - he was -

Heath noticed he'd been silent, brooding, and blinked up at Primrose. "I'm glad
you're all right," he admitted, voice flat, though his eyes looked over the she-cat's
frame as though searching for injuries she may have been hiding from him. He
cared for her, but showing that care was... impossible. He'd never learned how to.