Post by Sandcloud on Jul 17, 2009 15:03:32 GMT -5
. son of the spiders .
W E B K I T
Log-In Name;
Webfoot
IC Current Name/Future Name;
Webkit / Webpaw / Webfoot
Rank;
Kit / Apprentice
Gender;
Tom
Age;
5.99999 moons :B
Reference/Summarized Description;
White tom with a black head and tail, plus a distinctive spot on his muzzle and back.
Detailed Description;
The tom was practically all limbs and no body. As he had lived his entire nearly-six-moon-old life this way, he wasn't overly klutzy, but he did tend to misjudge where his paws were going at inappropriate times. White was his main fur color but black captured his entire tail and the top of his head, including his ears. There were also two solitary black spots: one on his muzzle right underneath his nose, and one close to his spine but over to the left. As he had yet to start his apprentice training his fur was still kit-soft, his pawpads soft, and his reflexes unexperienced.
Personality;
Viewing everything with a positive outlook, it took quite an effort to get something negative out of him. He didn't always try his hardest - as he was usually concentrating on everything other than what he was supposed to be doing, but not because he was rebellious or trying to be a troublemaker. His tiny head was full of ideas, which actually kept him from doing everything he could to become a warrior, which was his greatest dream, like most kits'. However, when he finally focused on what he needed to be doing, he usually did it decently enough. While he did care a great deal about his friends, he didn't always think about them or put their feelings before his, and taking them for granted.
History;
He was Clan-born, like his parents, and like their parents, and so on and so forth; he was born to a nondescript queen and fathered by a warrior called Spiderfang. As he was the only surviving kit and he resembled his dad, he was named Webkit. Woot.
Roleplay Sample;
Webkit crouched in the shadows just outside the nursery, his yellow eyes darting about the camp clearing. He was distracted several times from his goal by the sound of water lapping against the shore, the tug of an ocean breeze in his fur, or a noise from the clearing or another den nearby. His attempt at a hunter's crouched was pretty bad - his rump and tail too high and paws too far apart. Webkit took a few kittensteps towards his prey that, had they not been softened by the thick grass underneath him, would have startled anything living all the way to DryClan. Suddenly, the young tom's head snapped up and his ears stood straight up on top of his head. He knew that smell, knew it from the tip of his tail to the end of his noise - food! He scampered over to the newly-arriving hunting patrol, their jaws full of the fuel of the Clan. His prey, his goal - a forgotten shred of moss that had been rolled into a ball by another kit - lived to see another two hours.
Other Characters;
None
Other Info;
None that I can think of. o3o