GryffinxBrown Kits

[D a R K - R a H]

Mother's Name: Gryffinwing
Age:
Pelt: Light brown with a white-tipped tail. Her paws are rimmed with black, and most of her coloring is the same as a puma's
Eyes: Midnight blue.
Previous kits: Litter of three, all died.
Clan: RavineClan
Mother's Father: River
Mother's Father's Pelt: Light cream, with brown paws and brown ears.
Mother's Father's Eyes: Yellow
Mother's Mother: Flower
Mother's Mother's Pelt She is a brown tabby, with hints of silver running through her entire pelt.
Mother's Mother's Eyes: Basic blue

Father's Name: Brownspot
Age:
Pelt: Large, broad-shouldered. Short-haired redish-brown pelt with dark brown and black stripes and spots.
Eyes: Soft amber, sometimes looking kinda green.
Previous litters: Litter of three, all died.
Clan: RavineClan
Father's Father: Redmartin
Father's Father's Pelt: Lithe auburn tabby
Father's Father's Eyes: Sharp amber
Father's Mother: Graywhisker
Father's Mother's Pelt Fluffy gray tabby
Father's Mother's Eyes: Pale blue
Also note that Brownspot's brother Silverhawk is a lithe silver tabby with black spots and stripes and amber eyes.

Number of kits in the litter: 5
Kit #1: Faithkit (Claimed by Gray)
Kit #2: Lionkit (Claimed by Skye)
Kit #3: Robinkit (Claimed by Dark)
Kit #4: Graykit (Claimed by Stormeh)
Kit #5: Fogkit (Claimed by Raven)

Post a short description of the kit you'd like, including pelt, personality, and name (pictures optional).

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[__ S K Y E]

LIONKIT'S MINE. -steal-

Give me a moment to post stuff up.

And hear the lion roar --

LiONKiT -› Lionpaw && Lionmark

As he strides past --

a dark sun-kissed, almost bracken-hued, tabby kitten with striking amber eyes, rimmed with blue. From birth, it was easy to tell that Brownspot's son would not be ordinary, as many other had been before him. He would not die as his siblings had all those moons ago, for he was not by - any means - weak or frail. Muscles ripple in his still-growing shoulders and power builds in his hind legs every time he prepares to pounce on one of his siblings. From afar, his pelt seems to be the color of the falling sun, bright and flaring, yet somewhat dulled from a day's work as it is showered with warm pastels of amber and honey. His paws are a milky-white and his chest, much like that of a cumulus cloud, also bears a similar creamy-hue. With a finely sculpted face, a lean frame, supple muscles and a warm face, he is a rather handsome little tom. He may be young, but he already holds the ladies' hearts in his paws - even though he isn't even close to realizing it for now. He'll probably take advantage of it later on, as so many toms have before, but for now everything seems calm and peaceful inside him.

With a smile so great that everyone faints--

A warm-hearted cat with a good sense of humor, this young tom acts more like his two parents than anything else. Sure, he's observative [when he wants to be] and smart and an all-around good cat and so darn handsome, but he's other things too.

For the most part, he's a dreamer, and that's clear to any cat that's seen him. His sharp amber eyes always seem lost in nothing, staring out into the forest or the sky, dull with wandering and stray thoughts. Sometimes he goes for hours without moving, simply gazing out into space, turning an idea over and over inside his young head. Sometimes he doesn't even leave the comforting shadows of the nursery, preferring to nestle his slender body into a corner of his mother's nest. He stays buried inside the comfortingly silent folds of his mind, curling up inside himself to escape his memories, and it can get extremely hard for an outer presence to haul him out of his thoughts.

When he isn't locked away inside his own mind, Lionkit is quite a friendly soul -- jumping and playing and tackling like all the other kits in the nursery. His father told him that he's quite quick-witted for his age, something that he prides in, and it's easy to see what a great warrior he will be -- if he doesn't let his thoughts get the best of him. He doesn't move around much, but he does enjoy tumbling about with another cat – and no one ever said he ate a lot.

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[Stormeh]

Name

Graykit Graypaw Grayriver

Appearance

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Graykit only slightly actually takes after his mother and
father, but more after his grandparents. His pelt is based on gray.
His forelegs, however, seem like they were dipped in something
black, as the dark coloring comes up midway on his leg. A lighter
gray is speckled on his chest, though very sparsely, and the same
gray colors the length of his nose down to the dark pink soft part of
it. His eyes are a dark amber that shine like gems in the sunlight
and seem to sear into other cats' minds.

Personality

Graykit has a strange personality for most kits. He prefers to
sit and watch cats rather than to play. Intelligence is his field, not
anything that would have to do with fighting or hunting. In fact, he
shuns the thoughts and acts of fighting and hunting somewhat,
though of the two, fighting is his favorite. Strategy is used in
fighting, and strategy is something this kit likes.

As he does prefer to just sit and watch cats, his amber gaze can be
quite discomforting on occasion. For some cats, it bores into them,
surveying every thought and idea, but for others, they seem to
sear straight through, making him a fairly eerie cat.

Graykit doesn't exactly know what to say about comforting cats or
friendly ones; he feels uncomfortable around most cats and is at a
loss of words when one speaks to him usually. Some cats label him
as anti-social, but he would rather be called thoughtful, for
sometimes, he doesn't speak merely because he can't think of what
to say in time that won't hurt himself later or the other cat then.

[Raven-chan]

))*steals Fogkit*((

Name: Fogkit
Gender: Tom
Appearance: {xx} Fogkit is a small, lithe cat with a tendency to look like his grandparents, River and Flower. He has a light cream pelt, though it tends to be more gray than creamy, leaning towards his other grandmother, Graywhisker. His eyes are a piercing, bright blue with hints of gray, and they stand out against his light-colored pelt. Not skinny like his mother, or broad like his father, Fogkit tends to be the best of both worlds, sleek yet slightly muscled, although it is a flabby kit-muscle.
Personality: Obviously not done..

[D a R K - R a H]

Robinkit shall be miiiiinnnnee!! x3

Only one left, someone should claim it!

Name- Robinkit

Gender- She-cat

Appearance- xx
As her name might suggest, Robinkit's pelt is a mixture of reds and browns. The colors meld together into a beautiful, light auburn color, similar to that of her father's pelt. However, her fur also brings in the lighter tones of her mother, turning the auburn down a notch, but still keeping some of the darker colors. The base of her fur is a light, cremey brown. Over it runs stripes of dark auburn and speckles of nearly-black. Her face bears the signs of a true tabby: creme around her eyes, a set of stripes that come to the points of her eyes, and a set of stripes that curve down under her cheek bones. Her cheeks and chin are painted in a soft, pearly white. The color reaches down part of her chest, ending almost entirely before a downward streak of white. Her fur is light and fluffy, though definitely still short-haired. It'll serve well when Leafbare rolls around at last.

Personality- Robinkit's personality is even and very quiet. She remains in the same sort of tone no matter what she does. If you were to describe her personality with a color, you'd have dark auburn-brown. There are times when she's quite the Debbie-downer and a pessimist. But that's mostly because Robinkit is a born realist. She likes to see things as they truely are, not with the added stories or legends. Which is why she doesn't believe in StarClan. She pretends to remain very firmly aethiest, but, deep down, she carries a glimmer of doubt. Despite her believes, she very rarely tries to make others see as she does.

Almost always, Robinkit goes about in a mood of boredom. Only on the rarest occasions does she show her true feelings of excitement. The rest of the time, she acts as if there really must be something better to be doing. Robinkit rarely holds in her oppinions, but her emotions are often held back. Not to the point where she'd crack, but just until it begins to show in an irritable cloud over her head. At which point she usually talks to her father. She only ever really talks to her father, but that doesn't mean she love her mother, she truely does, but she doesn't show it to her mother so often as she does to her father. Part of that is because she can relate to her father's quiet, unspoken way of living. Her mother is also quiet, but not quite as much as her father.

[[ YARG! ]]

-noms on Faithkit's ear- NOMNOMNOMMINENOMNOM


name ;;
FAITHKIT -- Faithpaw && Faithbell

gender ;;
she-cat


appearance ;;
mirror, mirror
To begin with, her pelt looks soft and heavy. Well - it may be soft and fuzzy, making you want to rub your face in it, but it's not all that heavy. Her hairs and pelt are actually thin and light. Not only in weight but in color. Pale gray, silver, and darker gray stripes cover her pelt and wrap her in a dark stormy cloak. She looks like a puffy cloud of warm and welcoming rain. A white chest with other whisps of white here and there. Just details and pretty much, silver linings to the cloud. On her head, her gray stripes seem to take on a slightly brown tint. Not very noticeable, though. Her tabby pattern is well defined and beautiful.

Her ears are small and pointy, her eyes large and expressional. They always contain some emotion and portray it very clearly. They are captivating and observant, not missing a thing. A pale gray blue color adds to her stormy appeal. Her black pupils accent the gray and soften the blue making them more silver and soft. Her paws are large and clumsy. She often trips over them, having others [and herself] laugh at her embarrassing acts. Her frame - well, she's never been large. She looks slightly frail. She isn't unhealthy, extremely underweight or dancing on the brink of death. No - she's perfectly fine, just slightly fragile what with 'small bones' and a thin and tiny look to her. [other than her paws] She's pretty strong for her size, though! That's for sure.




personality ;;
Determined, dedicated, and disciplined are only a few traits of this sweet and easy going kitten. Faithkit as is she sounds. Soft and gentle. It takes her AGES to get angered. Just one taunt or put down isn't going to do it, not even three. You'd really have to take her trust, trash it and leave her with nothing and have her fall to pieces all alone. Aheh - then you may face her horrible fury. She's a soft loving furball but when you finally push her ten miles and over the edge to her never ending fall she'll snap. Her infinite and horrible rage will be brought upon you. I'm not exaggerating. She has no limits. Claws will come unsheathed.

She is quite easy-going, loyal, and trustworthy. Give her a secret and she'll carry it to her grave. Become her friend, and she'd risk all nine lives [if she were leader] just to prevent a small scratch on you. She has a wonderful sense of humor. She can detect the lightest joke and fire back an equally amusing one. She always has a joking and kind glimmer in her eyes. Many would think she's a softy, and that she really is. She's eager to love and is deeply into romance and affection. She knows all about the clan couples, she's the best gossiper ever, that is - if she would blurt out anything.

She doesn't speak all that much, and her voice is quiet, warm, and velvet soft. She's patient and will loyally wait days if promised what she wants. She sit by a tree and go without food until she died if it meant the clan would stay happy and healthy. Above all she's quite creative. Her mind weaves amazing thoughts and when she's not investigating or helping those in need of comfort, she's normally resting in shade where she can peacefully imagine and dream.

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