Post by asila on Oct 28, 2007 6:36:25 GMT 1
Name: Crystalkit
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 moons
Clan: Doesn't have one
Rank: Loner
Description:
Way too cute! *gushes* All right, now that thats out of my system, Crystal kit is a pure white furball with faint, silvery stripes that are only visible under direct sunlight. Her eyes are a soft, powder blue, her nose subdued pink. She is only just old enough to be away from her mother, and doesn't weigh much more than a pound. She is still a bit clumsy due to her youth, and as innocent as one would expect a kitten to be. Her claws and teeth are kitten-sharp, which means they are just as dangerous as finely honed razors.
Personality:
Crystalkit has a heart as pure as her fur. She is curious, inquisitive, and very naive. She is trusting and fears little. Her life had been kind to her up until the event that left her an orphan, though that horror seems to have left her unaffected. She's in denial. Surpressed memories and all that fun stuff. She avoids talking about her family, but when pressed she'll speak of them as though they are still alive.
History:
She was born to Ivoryrose and Cloud, who were gentle loners. She had five siblings, Starkit, Moonkit, Daisykit, Lightkit, and Nimbuskit. They were a perfectly functional family, everyone getting along as well as could be expected. The eight pure white cats led a fairy-tale existance...until the wolves came. Crystalkit had been practicing her climbing skills in a many-branched pine tree. She had climbed as high as her parents would allow and, perched on the branch, she watched her siblings play under the kind, loving gaze of her mother and father. They attacked without warning, two wolves that fought like one creature. Her parents immediately lept in front of their kittens, but were only torn apart for their efforts. Her siblings were so horrified that they lacked sense enough to run, and so were shredded just as efficiently. It was over in under a minute. The wolves looked around at the scattered, white-tufted body parts and laughed with joyful insanity, blood dripping from their maws. They stuck around long enough to gnaw on the severed limbs and taunt poor Crystalkit, who crouched, brain-dead with horror and sorrow, on her branch. But in their own good time they left. Crystalkit remained still as a statue for three hours after they left, not even blinking all that while, tears streaming unheeded from her soft blue eyes. But as the sun was setting she blinked, smiled in appreciation of the pretty sunset, and climbed down from the tree. She walked away from the sight of the massacre, humming a tune to herself and pouncing on stray leaves. Basically acting as though nothing bad had happened at all...
After having wandered aimlessly for a few days after the massacre of her family, she came across a kind wolf by the name of Ink. He immediately grew quite fond of her and brought her back with him to Nightpack. He had hoped to get her accepted, despite all the ill-will between their species. However, while the alphess would have accepted the charming Crystalkit, the Wolves of Time, Lestat and Dusk, would not allow such a blasphemous event to occur. They snatched the kit from the Nightpack wolves and took her to Deathpack, where they made a cruel proposition. Crystalkit could either spy on the Clans for wolves, effectively betraying them, or accept death at their claws. Of course, Crystalkit didn't take any of this seriously, so she decided to go "play" spy for the wolves, too innocent to recognise that their was anything wrong with this. She set off in search of a clan, and after wandering aimlessly for another day she stumbled across Forestclan. Here she was adopted by Smokefire, and even followed her new foster-mommy to her first clan gathering. After the meeting ended, she left the other cats, unseen, to report back to the Wolves of Time. The trip nearly cost her her life. By the time she reached the Deathpack territory, her damp fur had frozen and hypothermia set in. When Lestat and Dusk found her she had nearly frozen to death. Smokefire soon arrived to retrieve her kit, but before she could warm Crystalkit back up she was assaulted by Dusk. Lestat took over the chore of warming the half-dead kit, for against all probability the two learned to like the cheerful kit (she is beginning to prove a charismatic character) and did not desire her death. The fate of Smokefire has yet to be seen.
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 moons
Clan: Doesn't have one
Rank: Loner
Description:
Way too cute! *gushes* All right, now that thats out of my system, Crystal kit is a pure white furball with faint, silvery stripes that are only visible under direct sunlight. Her eyes are a soft, powder blue, her nose subdued pink. She is only just old enough to be away from her mother, and doesn't weigh much more than a pound. She is still a bit clumsy due to her youth, and as innocent as one would expect a kitten to be. Her claws and teeth are kitten-sharp, which means they are just as dangerous as finely honed razors.
Personality:
Crystalkit has a heart as pure as her fur. She is curious, inquisitive, and very naive. She is trusting and fears little. Her life had been kind to her up until the event that left her an orphan, though that horror seems to have left her unaffected. She's in denial. Surpressed memories and all that fun stuff. She avoids talking about her family, but when pressed she'll speak of them as though they are still alive.
History:
She was born to Ivoryrose and Cloud, who were gentle loners. She had five siblings, Starkit, Moonkit, Daisykit, Lightkit, and Nimbuskit. They were a perfectly functional family, everyone getting along as well as could be expected. The eight pure white cats led a fairy-tale existance...until the wolves came. Crystalkit had been practicing her climbing skills in a many-branched pine tree. She had climbed as high as her parents would allow and, perched on the branch, she watched her siblings play under the kind, loving gaze of her mother and father. They attacked without warning, two wolves that fought like one creature. Her parents immediately lept in front of their kittens, but were only torn apart for their efforts. Her siblings were so horrified that they lacked sense enough to run, and so were shredded just as efficiently. It was over in under a minute. The wolves looked around at the scattered, white-tufted body parts and laughed with joyful insanity, blood dripping from their maws. They stuck around long enough to gnaw on the severed limbs and taunt poor Crystalkit, who crouched, brain-dead with horror and sorrow, on her branch. But in their own good time they left. Crystalkit remained still as a statue for three hours after they left, not even blinking all that while, tears streaming unheeded from her soft blue eyes. But as the sun was setting she blinked, smiled in appreciation of the pretty sunset, and climbed down from the tree. She walked away from the sight of the massacre, humming a tune to herself and pouncing on stray leaves. Basically acting as though nothing bad had happened at all...
After having wandered aimlessly for a few days after the massacre of her family, she came across a kind wolf by the name of Ink. He immediately grew quite fond of her and brought her back with him to Nightpack. He had hoped to get her accepted, despite all the ill-will between their species. However, while the alphess would have accepted the charming Crystalkit, the Wolves of Time, Lestat and Dusk, would not allow such a blasphemous event to occur. They snatched the kit from the Nightpack wolves and took her to Deathpack, where they made a cruel proposition. Crystalkit could either spy on the Clans for wolves, effectively betraying them, or accept death at their claws. Of course, Crystalkit didn't take any of this seriously, so she decided to go "play" spy for the wolves, too innocent to recognise that their was anything wrong with this. She set off in search of a clan, and after wandering aimlessly for another day she stumbled across Forestclan. Here she was adopted by Smokefire, and even followed her new foster-mommy to her first clan gathering. After the meeting ended, she left the other cats, unseen, to report back to the Wolves of Time. The trip nearly cost her her life. By the time she reached the Deathpack territory, her damp fur had frozen and hypothermia set in. When Lestat and Dusk found her she had nearly frozen to death. Smokefire soon arrived to retrieve her kit, but before she could warm Crystalkit back up she was assaulted by Dusk. Lestat took over the chore of warming the half-dead kit, for against all probability the two learned to like the cheerful kit (she is beginning to prove a charismatic character) and did not desire her death. The fate of Smokefire has yet to be seen.