Post by alice?! on Jan 9, 2012 16:47:04 GMT -5
featherkit
DON'T JUDGE A THING TILL YOU KNOW WHATS INSIDE IT
DONT PUSH ME
I'LL FIGHT IT
NEVER GONNA GIVE IT, NEVER GONNA GIVE IT UP, NO
YOU CAN'T TAKE ME I'M FREE
DON'T JUDGE A THING TILL YOU KNOW WHATS INSIDE IT
DONT PUSH ME
I'LL FIGHT IT
NEVER GONNA GIVE IT, NEVER GONNA GIVE IT UP, NO
YOU CAN'T TAKE ME I'M FREE
name...Featherkit//Featherpaw//Featherfang//Featherstar
age...6 and a half moons
gender...she-kit
clan...Tigerclan
position...she-kit
species...Siberian
apperance...Featherkit is small, and is obviously still somewhat frail because of her traumatic start in life, but she does not let this bother her. She is of normal appearance for a Siberian tiger, with delicious orange fur marred with creamy white and the deepest black. Her stripes are decidedly thickest on her neck and face, and thin out as you head down her chest and back. It seems she had yet to fully grow into herself, for her ears still seem the slightest bit big for her cute little round head, and her eyes are still stuck in a greenish-gold shade -- but are more gold than anything now, and will no doubt be the normal shade soon. Her tail is rather short in comparison to her body -- and overall she has a very slight and delicate appearance. Her paws are still proportionally large, but she hopes to grow into them before her apprentice ceremony. Her fur is perhaps fluffier than normal, and a bit downy-like in texture -- doing wonders to keep her warm, but with the heat of Green-leaf all around, it's a little oppressive at times.
personality...
Featherkit, is the innocent of their group -- she's sweet and follows rules because most of the time she knows they're for her own benefit. However, it appears that the little angel can have a bit of a defiant side. There is only so much she can take. Despite her obvious young age and frail body -- she doesn't like to be held back. With a curious appetite and newfound stubbornness to match she's a spitfire if she wants to be. More often than not, she'll nod, and give you her cutie-pie eyes and then when she truly wants something, she'll throw all those time she did as you asked in your face. Oh yes, our little Featherkit can be a manipulator if it's needed. Regardless, she's naive and all too trusting simply because she knows of nothing else. She thrives on friendships, and doesn't like being alone. She holds an inherent distaste for the Medicine Cat's den -- though not by any fault of Goldenlight's simply because she has spent too much time there by now. It seems she can't sit still, and has impossible energy to match her returning strength. She's optimistic and very friendly, and can't fathom being cruel to anyone just yet, unless they try and get her to follow rules.
history...
Featherkit is was her parents first and last kit. Her parents were the typical clanmembers, hardworking and well liked by their peers. So, when Darkstripe announced that Sunfur was having kits, everyone was happy. Goldenlight predicted three, and sure of the well-practiced medicine cat, the little family was overjoyed. The pregnancy proved to be difficult, and Sunfur went into labor much earlier than she should have. Three kits were born -- small and unhealthy, the first two were a boy and a girl, followed by a poor tom whose body was disfigured, thankfully -- the kit did not suffer long, and Flamekit passed onto Starclan. They were born in the middle of leaf-bare and their mother grew weak and sickly, leaving the kits with less milk, and as a result less strength. Featherkit and her remaining brother Firkit lived their first four moons in the Medicine cat den, before both Sunfur and Firkit developed Whitecough, along with several other clan-members. They were quarantined, and Featherkit who had managed to escape with only a small cold was housed with another queen for the time being. Sunfur recovered, slowly -- but Firkit did not. After that, She couldn't bear to look at her remaining kit and retired to the elders den with Darkstripe. Both were of older age anyway -- and Sunfur was too saddened by grief over her shattered family to continue. Fernheart, the she-cat who had been taking care of the young kit before that, simply pulled the sickly she-kit into her family for good. Featherkit was still so small, and though her siblings are only about six suns older than she -- she is by far the smallest, and could probably pass for at least a half a moon younger. She was often sick, battling small colds that would set her back and leave her tired. It seems now though, that her health is improving for the better. As a result of her near-constant sickness however, she is coddled -- and though she enjoys the attention, as her strength returns so does her energy. She is not a fan of being stuck in the nursery or Medicine Cat's den when she could be out in the warm air with her brothers and sisters. Fernheart has raised Featherkit as her own, beside Bumblekit, Lizardkit, and Whitekit. Featherkit does not know that she is not of any relation to them, and thinks of them as her family. All four kits look forward with anxious eyes to time when they will move out of the nursery for good, and start the next step in their young lives.
