Post by soulreaperneko on Nov 16, 2010 17:54:54 GMT -5
Name | Pantherkit
Gender | Tom
Age | 5 moons
Rank | kit
Clan | Fogclan
Beliefs |
He’s too young to fully understand Starclan or any other beliefs, though he’s starting to get the idea that he’s supposed believe that those stars are dead cats.
Parents | Snake(Father/Rouge/Status unknown)[NP] Mosseyes(Mother/Fogclan/Deceased)[NP]
Siblings | Unnamed she-kit(Stillborn)[NP]
Other Kin | -
Mate | -
Crush | -
Kits | -
Apprentice/Mentor | -
Appearance | Black like night
Pantherkit is a rather small tabby cat. He's young, and he'll grow a bit more, but he'll always be on the small side for a tom-cat. Despite his size, Pantherkit has a good amount of stamina, capable of fighting or traveling for respectable amounts of time; yet in battle, he uses his light frame to his advantage, giving him a good combination of speed and strength. This makes up for his lack of hunting skills.
Pantherkit's fur, short and smooth, is a dark shade of gray. As of now, far, very few, very faint scars mar his sleek pelt. Instead, his body is covered tabby markings that are just a few shades darker than their already dark background. His tail is patterned with rings of the same, unseen color.
His eyes is are a deep, reddish-brown, rather than the green or copper one might expect of a cat his color. Well, they're more a bright brown than red, but when the light hits them right they become a maroonish red. They present a rather startling contrast to his dark-colored pelt. Despite it's distinct color, Pantherkit's eyes are usually friendly, full of warmth and characteristic gentleness. A mischievous twinkle is nearly always present in them, completing his appearance of overall creepiness. Pantherkit was born somewhat blind. Not quite blind, more nearsighted. Thus making him a worse hunter than most.
Personality | The oddball.
Pantherkit is odd.
Why? Because he never really explains what sort of intentions he has, his actions are often defined by impulse — which isn't necessarily true, or well, that's what he wants everyone to think. Things tend to just… "work out" for him, in any way. People are sources of information and should be used to benefit himself, when he wants them to.
Confusing, isn't it?
Pantherkit can be seen as a manipulative troublemaker who has an extremely cynical view on life. For one, he doesn't really like to interact with people unless he feels the need to or that they'll have an amusing "reaction". He often pokes and prods at people's weaknesses and quirks because it's entertaining, and doesn't really realize what he's doing until someone points it out. Not that he appreciates when that's done, because he's fully aware of what he's doing and he couldn't care less! He's rude, honestly, but that's who he is, and people tend to become accustomed to it fast.
Pantherkit doesn't know proper social etiquette. He'll pop out from behind ferns while others are having secret meetings, interrupting any sort of conversation no matter whether it was important or just idle chatter. Even with everyone scolding him for doing such things whenever he feels like doing them, (much to their dismay and his enjoyment) he continues to do so. Trees, behind rocks, the space under bushes and beds are all areas that he likes to arrive in places through, just because of self-preference. Rather, he doesn't have a 'normal' sense of things, and does things because they're the opposite of such.
His 'impulsive actions' are usually triggered by having people he's acquainted with be in danger, or something he "uses" stops being a valuable source. Unfortunately, he passes his concern for them as something different, saying his leader would kill him in his sleep if he let something happen to them. Unlike everyone else, Pantherkit doesn't really value his life. He honestly could care less if he died or not, and actually looks forward to seeing if there really is a Starclan.
Skills | What Pantherkit lacks in hunting skills, he makes up for in battle. His lithe body gives speed to match that of the slower Meadowclan cats. While he gives off an air of hotheadedness and arrogance, Pantherkit actually can be quite intelligent if he wants to. Again, if he wants to.
History | Before his-story
Moss was a beautiful, stubborn, black she-cat when she started to hang out with the young tom Snake. Moss thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Snake may have been smart but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Moss to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Moss was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.
So finally one night before going hunting Snake left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was hunting she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.
Its wasn't until a two moons later that Moss became pregnant. Snake wasn't sure he liked the idea of kittens, he knew it would hard for them to survive the life of a loner. He had heard of the clans, and knew they would be much safer there. But he had a bad reputation with them, having strayed into their territory before. So he led Moss to one of the territories, promised to see her again, and left. He was never seen again.
After many moons of living with Fogclan and learning their ways. Finally it was time for Moss(eyes) to have her kits. She had two of them. One tom and one still-born she-cat. The she-cat was pure black, like herself, while the tom was had faint tabby markings. The tom was named Pantherkit. Mosseyes died giving birth.
Kitting
It took Pantherkit a long time to open his eyes. It took about two weeks for him to open them. When he did open his eyes they were a startling reddish-brown. It was soon discovered by the queen that suckled him[NP] that he couldn't see quite as well as the other kits, and had little stamina. He wasn't expected to make it to leaffall, but before it came he made a rapid recovery. While he still couldn't see as well, he was now keeping up with the other kits with ease.
Close to the age of 5 moons Pantherkit found he preferred to playing by himself. He would find a game to play in everything. He would find all sorts of places to hide and pop out from, much to the amazement of the other kits and dislike of the queens. This never bothered him in the slightest, and he continued to find more places to explore.
Gender | Tom
Age | 5 moons
Rank | kit
Clan | Fogclan
Beliefs |
He’s too young to fully understand Starclan or any other beliefs, though he’s starting to get the idea that he’s supposed believe that those stars are dead cats.
Parents | Snake(Father/Rouge/Status unknown)[NP] Mosseyes(Mother/Fogclan/Deceased)[NP]
Siblings | Unnamed she-kit(Stillborn)[NP]
Other Kin | -
Mate | -
Crush | -
Kits | -
Apprentice/Mentor | -
Appearance | Black like night
Pantherkit is a rather small tabby cat. He's young, and he'll grow a bit more, but he'll always be on the small side for a tom-cat. Despite his size, Pantherkit has a good amount of stamina, capable of fighting or traveling for respectable amounts of time; yet in battle, he uses his light frame to his advantage, giving him a good combination of speed and strength. This makes up for his lack of hunting skills.
Pantherkit's fur, short and smooth, is a dark shade of gray. As of now, far, very few, very faint scars mar his sleek pelt. Instead, his body is covered tabby markings that are just a few shades darker than their already dark background. His tail is patterned with rings of the same, unseen color.
His eyes is are a deep, reddish-brown, rather than the green or copper one might expect of a cat his color. Well, they're more a bright brown than red, but when the light hits them right they become a maroonish red. They present a rather startling contrast to his dark-colored pelt. Despite it's distinct color, Pantherkit's eyes are usually friendly, full of warmth and characteristic gentleness. A mischievous twinkle is nearly always present in them, completing his appearance of overall creepiness. Pantherkit was born somewhat blind. Not quite blind, more nearsighted. Thus making him a worse hunter than most.
Personality | The oddball.
Pantherkit is odd.
Why? Because he never really explains what sort of intentions he has, his actions are often defined by impulse — which isn't necessarily true, or well, that's what he wants everyone to think. Things tend to just… "work out" for him, in any way. People are sources of information and should be used to benefit himself, when he wants them to.
Confusing, isn't it?
Pantherkit can be seen as a manipulative troublemaker who has an extremely cynical view on life. For one, he doesn't really like to interact with people unless he feels the need to or that they'll have an amusing "reaction". He often pokes and prods at people's weaknesses and quirks because it's entertaining, and doesn't really realize what he's doing until someone points it out. Not that he appreciates when that's done, because he's fully aware of what he's doing and he couldn't care less! He's rude, honestly, but that's who he is, and people tend to become accustomed to it fast.
Pantherkit doesn't know proper social etiquette. He'll pop out from behind ferns while others are having secret meetings, interrupting any sort of conversation no matter whether it was important or just idle chatter. Even with everyone scolding him for doing such things whenever he feels like doing them, (much to their dismay and his enjoyment) he continues to do so. Trees, behind rocks, the space under bushes and beds are all areas that he likes to arrive in places through, just because of self-preference. Rather, he doesn't have a 'normal' sense of things, and does things because they're the opposite of such.
His 'impulsive actions' are usually triggered by having people he's acquainted with be in danger, or something he "uses" stops being a valuable source. Unfortunately, he passes his concern for them as something different, saying his leader would kill him in his sleep if he let something happen to them. Unlike everyone else, Pantherkit doesn't really value his life. He honestly could care less if he died or not, and actually looks forward to seeing if there really is a Starclan.
Skills | What Pantherkit lacks in hunting skills, he makes up for in battle. His lithe body gives speed to match that of the slower Meadowclan cats. While he gives off an air of hotheadedness and arrogance, Pantherkit actually can be quite intelligent if he wants to. Again, if he wants to.
History | Before his-story
Moss was a beautiful, stubborn, black she-cat when she started to hang out with the young tom Snake. Moss thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Snake may have been smart but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Moss to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Moss was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.
So finally one night before going hunting Snake left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was hunting she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.
Its wasn't until a two moons later that Moss became pregnant. Snake wasn't sure he liked the idea of kittens, he knew it would hard for them to survive the life of a loner. He had heard of the clans, and knew they would be much safer there. But he had a bad reputation with them, having strayed into their territory before. So he led Moss to one of the territories, promised to see her again, and left. He was never seen again.
After many moons of living with Fogclan and learning their ways. Finally it was time for Moss(eyes) to have her kits. She had two of them. One tom and one still-born she-cat. The she-cat was pure black, like herself, while the tom was had faint tabby markings. The tom was named Pantherkit. Mosseyes died giving birth.
Kitting
It took Pantherkit a long time to open his eyes. It took about two weeks for him to open them. When he did open his eyes they were a startling reddish-brown. It was soon discovered by the queen that suckled him[NP] that he couldn't see quite as well as the other kits, and had little stamina. He wasn't expected to make it to leaffall, but before it came he made a rapid recovery. While he still couldn't see as well, he was now keeping up with the other kits with ease.
Close to the age of 5 moons Pantherkit found he preferred to playing by himself. He would find a game to play in everything. He would find all sorts of places to hide and pop out from, much to the amazement of the other kits and dislike of the queens. This never bothered him in the slightest, and he continued to find more places to explore.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp