Mistkit(She is four moons and has fluffy grey fur and blind foggy blue eyes)
Biological Parents (can be a gay couple if so state who was the cat who impregnated one of them, and which is biologically related)
- should either be dead now or have left Windclan leaving Mistkit
- should look somewhat like Mistkit
Cats who try to befriend her
- they should try to stand up for her against the bullies
- not get upset when she is convinced they are trying to kill her
- she probably won’t think of them as a friend or ever voluntarily speak to them
Future mentor
- must be gentle
- must not get mad at her for failing at some aspects of training
- must help her grow confident
- teach her that they aren’t out to kill her
Cats she thinks are bullying her
- should simply be hyperactive
- should pounce on her occasionally trying to play with her (she will interperate this as sneak attacking her
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Last edited by Mango; September 22nd, 2018 at 09:49 PM.
Name: Moonkit
Anything not on Site: Nope!
Role: Cat who tries to befriend her
Other: @Okapi
RP sample:
Thrushpaw walked back into the clearing her calico pelt was dusty and matted, her grey eyes weary she was very tired from her battle training, her gray eyes shifted around a bit she locked in on the fresh kill pile she had done enough work, right? She stopped about a tail length from the pile contemplating in her head, Did I do enough? Do I deserve prey? She looked troubled even from a far her gray eyes were tinted with worry. Ever so slowly she grabbed a small mouse, she looked around again then settled down in front of the nursery and started eating. As every cat walked by she looked for a sign of approval, with not getting any after she finished her mouse she slipped into the apprentice's den and sat in her nest, she started too groom out her matted fur in an attempt too clean all of the dust her rosy pink tongue roughly smoothed her fur, once she had finished she curled up, and quickly fell into a deep sleep so she would be better rested for the next day's Dawn Patrol. Oh and I go longer or shorter depending on the other person
Name: Moonkit
Anything not on Site: Nope!
Role: Cat who tries to befriend her
Other: @Okapi
RP sample:
Thrushpaw walked back into the clearing her calico pelt was dusty and matted, her grey eyes weary she was very tired from her battle training, her gray eyes shifted around a bit she locked in on the fresh kill pile she had done enough work, right? She stopped about a tail length from the pile contemplating in her head, Did I do enough? Do I deserve prey? She looked troubled even from a far her gray eyes were tinted with worry. Ever so slowly she grabbed a small mouse, she looked around again then settled down in front of the nursery and started eating. As every cat walked by she looked for a sign of approval, with not getting any after she finished her mouse she slipped into the apprentice's den and sat in her nest, she started too groom out her matted fur in an attempt too clean all of the dust her rosy pink tongue roughly smoothed her fur, once she had finished she curled up, and quickly fell into a deep sleep so she would be better rested for the next day's Dawn Patrol. Oh and I go longer or shorter depending on the other person
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•Mintkit•
:Age:
3 Moons at death
:Gender:
Male
:Appearance: Boop
(Eyes are even paler than that, but not blind pale)
:Personality:
Mintkit is extremely quiet. He was always the water to a flame, the one thing that could pose a threat but as long as it was contained it would never do anything. He was like that. He can’t hear, as his sister is blind and he is deaf, but he was always so observant he never missed a beat. He always felt like a translator for Mistkit, taking in colors and sounds she couldn’t and trying to explain them in his own way of words. He never learned to speak, but he has a way of communicating in the traditional way cats did, by simple noises and body language. Since Mistkit couldn’t see his body language, it was quite a struggle for him.
Mintkit was always so very helpful. He wanted to carry moss, to hunt for the elders. He wanted to live out his life as a deaf warrior, but since he never missed anything he would have been a great hunter. He always just wanted to help; Mistkit with interpretation, an apprentice with moss duty, even carrying mousebile was fine. He just had so much hope, it was hard to say no.
Mintkit was always the brave one. He would dive right in to things, wanting to be a part of everything. And while he was normally shy and quiet, when given the chance he wanted to go! Just run and escape, to see the sunset or the fields of Windclan.
Fortunately, he did get to, as one day his adventurous personality took over. He wandered outside to witness the majesty of Windclan, and no one is sure how he died, not even he can remember. All he remembers is leaving, and seeing the startling sunrise over the horizon.
:Role:
Deceased Littermate
:Other:
When he joined the ranks of Starclan, he is actually now able to hear. Perhaps he can sometimes contact Mistkit, to be her eyes while she was his ears while he was alive?
I was thinking like a mind-reading twins relationship. He would describe what things looked like in his little language, while she tried to inform him what was going on, and somehow, no matter how crazy and unrealistic, they were able to understand each other.
:Roleplay Sample:
The creamy dawn sunrise broke the horizon, the sun not just up but it was nearly there. Blinking his eyes, the little kit was dazzled by the light stretching over Windclan camp. He was perched outside the nursery, his tail wrapped comfortably around his paws as he had watched the warriors exit camp to go out into the big world.
His gray fur rustling, Mintkit felt impatient. He wanted to be an apprentice so bad, to run through the moors with paws as fast as lightning and nothing but the wind holding him back, or pushing him forward.
Glancing back, he saw Mistkit in the dark depths of the den, and Mintkit smiled as he noticed the steady rise and fall of her chest. He’d only be gone for a little while- he would be back to greet her as she awoke.
As Mintkit padded away, his mind was spinning.
The patrols had already left, and no one else was out. He should be back by the time anyone noticed he was gone. If anyone did, no one would care. He was the deaf kit. The one who wouldn’t understand what they were yelling about anyway, so there was no point in trying to lecture him.
Mintkit was mentally older than anyone knew. He could feel it. A sense of purpose, he was meant to leave camp. Something big was going to happen, he could just feel the tingles running up his spine. He could feel the future, malleable and warm in his paws as he began to shape it. But something was hard in the clay he wanted to form and mold. It was unavoidable, something in his future had to happen, no matter how easy the rest was to reshape and change.
As soon as he left the entrance, a gust of wind swept him off his unsteady paws. He was broad shouldered, but that didn’t stop the breeze from pulling at his legs. He could feel it tugging like that ominous feeling, but this was kinder, more natural. It was home. Windclan camp was sheltered, but here, out on the rise of the moor with the heather and everything, Mintkit felt a sense of ownership.
Gazing off, he watched as the sun finally rose, and Mintkit closed his eyes to breathe in.
Breathe.
Exhale.
Opening his eyes, Mintkit made his way towards destiny.
•Mintkit•
:Age:
3 Moons at death
:Gender:
Male
:Appearance: Boop
(Eyes are even paler than that, but not blind pale)
:Personality:
Mintkit is extremely quiet. He was always the water to a flame, the one thing that could pose a threat but as long as it was contained it would never do anything. He was like that. He can’t hear, as his sister is blind and he is deaf, but he was always so observant he never missed a beat. He always felt like a translator for Mistkit, taking in colors and sounds she couldn’t and trying to explain them in his own way of words. He never learned to speak, but he has a way of communicating in the traditional way cats did, by simple noises and body language. Since Mistkit couldn’t see his body language, it was quite a struggle for him.
Mintkit was always so very helpful. He wanted to carry moss, to hunt for the elders. He wanted to live out his life as a deaf warrior, but since he never missed anything he would have been a great hunter. He always just wanted to help; Mistkit with interpretation, an apprentice with moss duty, even carrying mousebile was fine. He just had so much hope, it was hard to say no.
Mintkit was always the brave one. He would dive right in to things, wanting to be a part of everything. And while he was normally shy and quiet, when given the chance he wanted to go! Just run and escape, to see the sunset or the fields of Windclan.
Fortunately, he did get to, as one day his adventurous personality took over. He wandered outside to witness the majesty of Windclan, and no one is sure how he died, not even he can remember. All he remembers is leaving, and seeing the startling sunrise over the horizon.
:Role:
Deceased Littermate
:Other:
When he joined the ranks of Starclan, he is actually now able to hear. Perhaps he can sometimes contact Mistkit, to be her eyes while she was his ears while he was alive?
I was thinking like a mind-reading twins relationship. He would describe what things looked like in his little language, while she tried to inform him what was going on, and somehow, no matter how crazy and unrealistic, they were able to understand each other.
:Roleplay Sample:
The creamy dawn sunrise broke the horizon, the sun not just up but it was nearly there. Blinking his eyes, the little kit was dazzled by the light stretching over Windclan camp. He was perched outside the nursery, his tail wrapped comfortably around his paws as he had watched the warriors exit camp to go out into the big world.
His gray fur rustling, Mintkit felt impatient. He wanted to be an apprentice so bad, to run through the moors with paws as fast as lightning and nothing but the wind holding him back, or pushing him forward.
Glancing back, he saw Mistkit in the dark depths of the den, and Mintkit smiled as he noticed the steady rise and fall of her chest. He’d only be gone for a little while- he would be back to greet her as she awoke.
As Mintkit padded away, his mind was spinning.
The patrols had already left, and no one else was out. He should be back by the time anyone noticed he was gone.
Mintkit was older than anyone knew. He could feel it. A sense of purpose, he was meant to leave camp. Something big was going to happen, he could just feel the tingles running up his spine.
As soon as he left the entrance, a gust of wind swept him off his unsteady paws. He was broad shouldered, but that didn’t stop the breeze from pulling at his legs.
Gazing off, he watched as the sun finally rose, and Mintkit closed his eyes to breathe in.
Breathe.
Exhale.
Opening his eyes, Mintkit made his way towards destiny.
Mintkit's perfect now all we need is a mute deceased littermate lol
Oh my lord yes, complete the cycle
And then three will be one. We have eyes, ears, and speech when we combine them all together, so they would have made it just fine had Mintkit gone and sauntered off to his destiny.
Personality: Sleetkit may be mute, but he manages to get his point across. He gestures randomly, and sorta has his own language of facial expressions and gestures. He's loving and friendly, and loves to play with Mintkit. He watches over Mistkit, and hopes to walk in her dreams and guide her. But, he also wants her to be her own cat, not dependent on him for guidance for her whole life. Since he's in Starclan, he can speak, but he often forgets and still uses his language of facial expressions and random waving of paws. He's excitable and random, and very sweet and caring. He's also adventurous, and has a knack for getting in trouble.
RP sample: *just making up a quick one, to get a feel of how I'm going to roleplay him*
Sleetkit smiled at his sister. Holding one small paw to his chest, he then held it out to her. The meaning was clear; my heart belongs to you. His shoulders shook as he laughed. Putting a paw to his forehead, he then poked her in the chest. Thinking about you. he then whirled his paws, making them tumble over and over each other. Want to play? he was asking. he jumped up, bursting through the undergrowth, not a care in the world.
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Last edited by Bracken12; September 22nd, 2018 at 09:45 PM.
Name: Heatherheart
Age: 29 moons
Gender: female
Appearance:a reddish brown cat with green eyes
Personality: Calm,kind,takes things easy,extravert,a bit selfish at times though,a bit grumpy,paranoid during the night
Role: Future mentor?
Other: no
RP sample: Heatherheart padded through the clearing looking for a cat to socialize with. “Hello? Anyone here?” She asked while she padded though the darkness suddenly there was a lot of eyes staring at her “What are you doing here? You won’t survive another day!” They hisssed to her. Her green orbs opened up immediately. It was just a dream...or at least she thinks it was
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