Ashenwind's Kits

[Stormeh]

Mother's Name: Ashenwind
Age: Twenty-seven moons
Pelt: Light gray with dark gray stripes
Eyes: Dark blue
Previous kits: None
Clan: CherryClan
Mother's Father: Dustedwhisker
Mother's Father's Pelt: Dark gray
Mother's Father's Eyes: Light gold
Mother's Mother: Redpebble
Mother's Mother's Pelt Reddish-brown tabby
Mother's Mother's Eyes: Light green

Father's Name: Pantherstorm
Age: 21-22 moons
Pelt: Thick, but short and pure gray
Eyes: Dark pond-green with hints of amber
Previous litters: N/A
Clan: CherryClan
Father's Father: ??
Father's Father's Pelt: Plain sleek gray
Father's Father's Eyes: Very pale greenish-amber
Father's Mother: Clearpool
Father's Mother's Pelt Long-haired and mostly white with pale brown around her muzzle, paws, and tail.
Father's Mother's Eyes: Light, crystaline blue


Number of kits in the litter:
Kit #1: Leafkit
Kit #2: Sandkit
Kit #3: Willowkit
Kit #4: Thornkit
Kit #5: Tigerkit

[Wazo]

Tigerkit
Gender: tom



Short: Gray striped tabby tom with pale green eyes

Appearance:

Tigerkit, unlike his other siblings, takes after both of his parents in coat color. His color is somewhat unremarkable, a dark gray with lighter gray highlights running through it. Like a small tiger, his pelt is lined with black stripes that will become darker as he becomes older. His pelt is useful in blending into rock and stone.

Tigerkit has pale green eyes from his grandmother. They are the color of spring grass and the most unique part about his appearance. It is easy to overlook Tigerkit until you look him in the eye.

Tigerkit doesn't look as strong as the other males. He has a small, almost she-cat like body structure, with small paws and a finely shaped head. He holds himself with grace and seems to lack the clumsiness that usually comes with kithood.

Personality:

Tigerkit seems more mature, far past his moons. He likes his siblings, but prefers spending his time watching the warriors or the apprentices and wishing he could join them. He gets easily frustrated with the silly kit antics and often goes off alone, as much as he can get away.

He really looks up to his father. He envisions himself as a warrior just like him and dislikes when his mother coddles him. He has ambition to be a great warrior and leader, but lacks the lust to take it to the extreme.

Tigerkit is quiet, which some might mistake as shy. However, he is willing to voice his own opinions and speak with courage and strength. He is not shy, but prefers not to use unnecessary words. His eyes radiate intelligence and he waits for the moment he can leave the nursery.

[D a R K - R a H]

Name: Sandkit
Gender: Tom
Appearance: [xx]
Sandkit's appearance is a combination of his two grandmothers: Clearpool and Redpebble. He's mostly white and a pale brownish-creme, similar to Clearpool. About his face, paws, and tail, though, he starts to show more signs of his mother's side of the family. He has faint, light brown stripes along all four paws and darkening down his tail. The back of his ears darken into a rich grayish-brown. Pale brown stripes come down over his forehead from the back of his head. Similar stripes reach out from the corners of his eyes. His nose is a pretty shade of light brown and his cheeks and chin are both a pale shade of pure white.
Personality: Sandkit is quite a handful. He lives for fun. Every chance he gets, he's off sneaking out of camp, or playing in the leader's den. He quite often doesn't care if he has to go off and have fun on his own, so long as he does get to have some kind of entertainment. He does prefer to have a co-conspiritor/follower, but sometimes being social needs to be sacrificed for a bit of fun. As he gets older, Sandkit gets more intelligent and actually makes plans before acting. Not that he ever thinks of consequences. When he's in trouble, Sandkit just hangs his head, glaring off in some direction. He doesn't understand how everyone can stay so serious all the time.

[Stormeh]

Name

Leafkit Leafpaw Leafthorn

Appearance

xx
Leafkit is lovely. She has the small frame of her mother and the
medium-length coat of her father. She also has Ashenwind's deep
blue eyes and tabby markings. However, the base of her pelt is a
light brown, which more than likely was given by her ancestor,
Redpebble. Her tabby stripes are thick and some are swirled together,
particularly on her flanks. Her belly is a light brown. Her chest boasts
the same brown, but with a few tabby stripes, as do her legs. Her
face is the same as any tabby's: stripes coming from the corner of
her eye and making a small crushed circle on her face on both
sides, along with little tabby stripes on her forehead.

Personality

There was probably never a happier kit than Leafkit. She
is a lover of life and all things in it. Everything fascinates her, from
the tiny rock to the huge tree. Playing is what she does best,
whether it be the Pounce on Ashenwind game or the Chase the
Moss Ball one, playing is what the little tabby kit does to occupy
her time and show off her skills, for she does check every so often
to see what all cats are watching. She is envious of the warriors
for being able to go out of camp whenever they want, catch the
creatures in the forest, and come back with blood-stained paws
after a battle...or so she heard they do. The little kit is slightly
gullible and believes a few things too many, which may make her
a choice apprentice for a strong-speaking mentor.

[__ S K Y E]

Thornkit! Mine. -steals-

^{[x. x. x]}

[/sup]

^{.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.}

[/sup]
The day was counting up its _birds ^xx

THORNKiT -›› Thornpaw && Thorndust

But never got it's answer right ^xx

a handsome figure composed of striking hues of pale honey and melted auburn, young Thornkit is certainly a different breed of cat all on his own. It is unseen of how such a striking feline could be the result of such normal, dull-shaded parents. Now, don't be mistaken, because compared to some other cats in his clan, Thornkit is rather average -- however, he does possess a certain charm and it is evident that as he grows older, his muscles becoming more lean and features more defined, that he will be able to capture the hearts of many when he wants to. His eyes are perhaps the only feature that may resemble thos in his bloodline and just like his grandmother, the large round pools are composed of a shimmering ocean hue, lined with dark indigo and swirling to a deep cobalt, that seem to be lined with specks of a fainter grayish-green and in the right lighting, a warming golden shade.

Although he may not look it, under his plush fur and small frame, Thornkit, much like his name suggests, is a very strong cat. Muscles ripple beneath his thin frame, claws sliding out from his small ivory paws, and sharp ivories hidden beneath his pale muzzle, the young tom makes for a deadly feline in battle.

Gentle tuffs of golden brown can be seen atop his lean shoulders, as well as a similar shade of sandy-brown fur that covers the rest of his body shaping his long, lanky legs. Since he has just opened his eyes and gained control of his limbs, young Thornkit is often seen running and stumbling around the nursery, landing in a face plant -- which often causes Sandkit to erupt in laughter. But it is easy to see that when he's grown slightly more into himself, his longs lean - although turning lanky, but stronger - he'll gain control of his bad habit of stumbling forth whenever he's caught off guard. To him, however, it seems such a trait will never wear off.

On another note, Thornkit is nothing like his twin brother, Sandkit does. Not only is Thornkit more shy in comparison to his quite-a-handful brother, but while his handsome twin will frolic in the fields and flirt with the she-cats as he ages, Thornkit is more likely to simply observe -- only because he feels slight inferior to his brother. None the less, the bond that both cats will remain until the day they die -- most likely running in the fields together, with Sandkit dragging his twin along, on their next recent adventure. As they age, on the other hand, their appearances may differ as well. Where as the older, more adventurous sibling is more likely than not to keep his pale hued, ivory splashed, coat and faint amber stripes, Thornkit's frame will appear lanky and lean before the colors of his pelt darken to a richer shade of golden amber and his faint tabby stripes will present themselves in a evening shade of bracken hues.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward. ^xx

Thornkit's personality is, contradictory to his name-sake, mostly quiet in nature. This is because he is extremely shy, and obviously prefers the company of small groups of close friends than many strangers. He seldom talks to cats that are not emotionally close to him, though occasionally, he will actually muster the courage to enter a brief conversation with those he is not familiar with. He is often construed as rather withdrawn by his Clan mates, though the forest’s other Clans rarely glimpse him for long enough to really see his true personality.

The young tom, though he is quiet and shy, is also highly observant. If asked about a particular cat’s behavior, especially that of a cat in his own Clan, he will generally reply promptly, and make a very--even surprisingly--accurate assessment of that cat’s daily routine, and even specific interactions he has witnessed between that individual and others. Also, he is very eager to learn, and is highly attentive whenever any more senior members of the Clan are trying to teach him something. Naturally, this tendency lends itself quite well to his innate character of observation, and also his excellent level of intelligence.

Thornkit does not, unlike most kits and younger apprentices, have a very active imagination. Rather than daydream of catching the forest’s biggest piece of prey, or flying in the skies like a hawk, he pays more attention to the here and now. This is not to say that he has no determination to better himself – since the day he opened his eyes, the young tomcat has strived and tried his best to better himself all the time.

When Thornkit forms bonds with those around him, his friendship is a truly rewarding thing. He is loyal and caring, and even though shy, will stick up for his friends if in a situation that demands it. The tabby tom wants more than almost anything to feel as though he truly belongs in his Clan, with as many friends around him as he can manage to make over the moons of his life. He enjoys participating in those activities that show off his strengths, though he is sometimes hesitant to do so in front of many other cats. Still, there is almost no pastime he enjoys more than a race with his friends around the camp, or across any type of imaginable terrain.

[/size][/blockquote]

[Raven-chan]

YAGH!! I always get to these threads last...*snatches Willowkit* I wanted Thornkit, but, I´m just too darn slow. And there´s NONE left in Inkpool´s litter...*grumblemutter* I´ll finish this later.

[Stormeh]

I had to take Cloudkit off, Raven! You can go ahead and put another one up of your choice in Inkpool's litter, of course. ^^

[Raven-chan]

Name: Willowkit
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: {xx} Willowkit is probably the kit that most resembles her father, for she is a pure gray in color. Not a dark, panther-like gray as he is, but a lighter gray, a dusky color. Willowkit has always been, and always will be, petite rather than average-sized or large. She has a sleek, defined body, much like Pantherstorm, but carries herself lightly and more rippling and gracefully, like her mother. The tip of her tail is white. Her head is well-defined, and has beautiful features, the most striking of which are her eyes. They are nothing like any one of her ancestor's, and are a deep, rich amber. They are fiery and resemble smokiness, and catch attention in her light, dusky-gray pelt.
Personality: Willowkit is an odd little kit. She won’t speak; not that she can’t, or doesn’t know how, she just refuses. She becomes accustomed to using body language instead of words, so that everyone around her understands what she means by looking at her actions; she doesn’t realize that she has an absolutely gorgeous voice, low and rippling, like a softly chiming bell. (At least, this is her Warrior voice, not her sweet and lilting kit-voice.) She also absolutely loves to climb trees- she loves trees, ever since she first laid eyes on one, it has been one of her goals; to be the best tree climber in the forest. She will have an aptitude for airborne tactics in both hunting and fighting because of this love, and will become an excellent Warrior. Is nothing like Sandkit, Leafkit, or even the quieter Tigerkit, because of his occasional boldness and courage. Is the most like Thornkit, for she is not a daydreamer of her Warrior days, but focuses on what is rather than what could be, or will be. She loves to dream of trees and flying through the air, however, and dreams vividly at night. Sweet and quietly charming is a simple way of describing her.