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Ribbon-Wren — Beekit
Published: 2017-02-03 22:23:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 189; Favourites: 7; Downloads: 0
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Description
So apparently I can't draw anything without a reference now XDOh well. References are good, I suppose!
Identification
Name: Beekit
Name Meaning: [Bee]- for his fluffy red pelt, like a bee. [kit]- the standard suffix for kittens.
Gender: Tom
Age: <6 months
MegaClan: GrassClan
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: Kitten
Apprentice: N/A
Mentor: N/A
Physical Information
Book Description: A flame-point kitten with brilliant blue eyes.
Phenotype: Red spotted mackerel with siamese point.
Breed(s): Domestic shorthair x Colourpoint shorthair x Persian x Himalayan
Build: Average
Fur Length: Short
Base Fur Colour: Red Spotted Mackerel Tabby
Fur Colour Modifier(s): Siamese point
Eyes: Blue
Scars: N/A
Other: N/A
Litter #: 6/6
Fertility: 8
Last Bred: Never
Strengths: blah
Weaknesses: blah
Psychological Information
Personality:
blah
Belief in StarClan:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Historical Information
• Blah
[More history will be added as the role-play progresses]
Family:
Mother: Sparky
Father: Crowstep
Siblings: Crowstep x Sparky litter
Offspring: N/A
Mate: N/A
Role-Play
Closed!
I Roleplay With:
O = Maybe, please ask!
✔ = Yes, this medium works well for role-playing
✘ = No, I do not prefer this type of medium for role-playing
Google Documents: ✔
Chat: ✔
Skype: ✘
Notes: ✔
Comments: ✘
Other: O
Roleplay Example: (from a role-play in OakClan )
Beetlekit sat in the shade of the great roots of the camp’s oak tree, his white-tipped tail twitching in annoyance. Some of the other kittens had said that they would play with him at sunhigh, yet here he was, alone. They had seemingly hidden around camp somewhere, but he couldn’t figure out where they had vanished to. The warriors he had asked had absent mindedly flicked a tail here or there in a vague direction, but the heat of the day had made everyone drained and tired. One of the elders said it was the hottest day of newleaf they had had so far, though Beetlekit had no way of telling if they were speaking the truth or not.
Giving a great yawn, the tom-kit stood and waddled back towards the direction of the nursery. If the other kittens didn’t want to play with him, then he would just have to play on his own! Beetlekit glanced around the camp a last time for the other kits before pulling out a small stash of pebbles and dried flowers. In boredom earlier that moon he had collected the objects and given them all names, pretending they were his own personal clan that he ruled over. Rolling the pebbles this way and that, he played out the imaginary cats’ lives as if he were StarClan themselves.
