Role: kit.
Name: Alayna - duskkit - duskpaw - duskspirit(Alayna means in french ; beautiful.)
Gender: she-kit [ female ]
Age: what ever the age will be.
Rank?: kit.
Clan?: kittypet - thunderclan.(in the mere future)
Personality: One of the most timid and quiet of the litter,Alayna often clings to her mother for some protection,making her seem like a coward.She doesn't really talk that much,and can be forgotten easily.This she-kit loves to collect things,and has a very bouncy additude when she's around her siblings.Alayna doesn't really want to hurt anyone,and is often the first thing a bully would go to pester and toy with.Alayna doesn't really care how she looks that much,and can be seen with mud on her paws,from trying to catch butterflies.With a very deep entergetic and playful streak,she loves to play,but not with her siblings that well,and often plays with grass,bugs,or probably just anything.She can be put off as really sensitive and emotional,such as being taken away from her mother,or being bullied,it really doesn't matter,she will wail and cry alot.
Appearance: a siamese she cat with a chocolate point,and dark brown tabby stripes,green eyes.alayna is probably the most skinny,but not scrawniest kit you could see.she is one the...unique kits of the litter,with dark brown tabby markings covering almost everywhere,and white front paws,its not hard to notice that she doesn't just have simese genes.(the dark tabby stripes can be from her great grandmother,cuz I wanna spice things up,if thats alright.but if you want me to to change it,that is alright aswell.)
RP Sample:
(taken from another roleplay site)The ginger molly was out in the clearing licking at her front right paw.She looked like a bright flame in the clearing,the sun shining bright in the sky.For once,the molly looked happy.Her dark ginger and white striped tabby tail flicked as she groomed herself.Suddenly,her belly rumbled with hunger,sighing,the tabby trotted over to the freshkill pile with a silent huff.She debated what she should today.Squirrel...or thrush?Squirrel...or thrush,...shrew?The ginger molly thought,shaking her small head.She poked her paw into the pile,snatching out a small shrew.Better than nothing.Applepaw thought sacrcasticly.Her amber optics looked at Shadowpaw and Ebonypaw.She scoffed,trotting away back to where she sat before,dropping the shrew onto the ground.The ginger tabby sat down,starting to munch on it,musty scents drifting into her maw.The molly relished it for one moment,before devouring it,only the bones left.Her shredded left ear twitched as she buried the bones,because bones are gross,as Applepaw often thought.She lifted her somewhat,small head,and her amber optics glaring around the clearing.Huffing,the apprentice retreated into the apprentices den,tired of being bored with everyone..any..longer.