kitepaw (of) windclan.

[KiTE.]

name; kitekit kitepaw.
gender; female.
rank; apprentice.
clan; windclan.

description;

Black and white she-cat with a tufty pelt and amber eyes.

Kitepaw has a small frame, not just because of her young age. She is made to be small, moulded to be nothing else. Her paws look very delicate from the eyes of a stranger, as though the slightest pressure may cause them to shatter into one thousand tiny pieces. Kitepaw's claws are long and curved, and almost seem too long to be contained in such petite paws. They are not unlike the talons of her namesake. Kitepaw may be a small cat, but her legs are not at all stubby. They are willowy and slender. They hold the key to Kitepaw's speed and agility, though due to their thin structure she does not posses more than an average amount of stamina. Kitepaw has a slender body, with no pronounced muscle. Her back is a smoothly streamlined as a fish, but she has no muscles to show strength. Kitepaw's tail is long and slim, but this is hidden beneath the tufty fur that coats it.

Kitepaw has a fairly good-looking face. Most of it is taken by her muzzle, a long, arched structure. Her nose, which it situated at the end of her muzzle, is small, like the rest of her body. It is triangular and as black as the night skies. Kitepaw has small, sharp ears. Be careful what you say about her when she isn't around - she has a surprising hearing range. Kitepaw's teeth, which are hidden within the cave of her mouth, are short, but very sharp, and set into the rose pink clay of her gums. Finally, her eyes. They are very wide, and quite large. The shape of them could be likened to the shape of an almond nut. They are very precisely pencilled with ebony, and shaded with amber. A darker shade, of flames, flashes over this paler hue.

Kitepaw bears a coat of medium length fur. It is soft and floppy in places, like her sides and stomach. But it contrasts in other places, sticking out in sweet little kit-like tufts which Kitepaw herself hates. These tufts occur on her cheeks and tail, and her chest, too. Kitepaw's coat is very soft and glossy, though she doesn't care much about picking up dirt. Her coat shows the dirt very starkly in places. This is because of it's alternating colour scheme. The base colour of her coat is dazzling snow white (when she hasn't picked up a day's worth of autumb mud), splashed over with black splotches, like ink spilled onto a brand new, blank page.

picture;

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personality;

On the outside, Kitepaw is a friendly she-cat. She has a ready tongue and can talk four hours on end about what might be viewed by others as nothing, but to her are very important issues. Kitepaw is like marmite. You either love her, or hate her. She does have friends, but a select group. The rest of the apprentice den seem to be either disdainful or expressionless towards her. Kitepaw is very open about her feelings. If she is upset, she will sob and cry and stamp her paws. If she is happy, she will bounce and sing and smile until her muzzle very nearly cracks in two. If she is angry, she will frown and curse and shout at any cat that crosses her path. Yes, Kitepaw can be hard to love, but once you get to know her you've almost certainly got a friend for life. She is bold and opinionated, and a little loud-mouthed, and if she thinks something isn't right, she will let every cat around her know.

Kitepaw is rarely polite, but she can be respectful when she knows respect is needed. She can also be rude without meaning to some of the time, but usually when a stinging comment burns her tongue on it's way out of her skull it is intentional. Kitepaw isn't afraid to hurt a cat, especially if they have hurt her or one of her loved one's. Kitepaw can be very, very sweet and persuasive, which is why not many cats tend to argue with her. If you do decide to fuel a disagreement with this apprentice, be careful. You probably won't win, and don't be surprised if you return to your nest with a clawed ear and insults ringing in your ears.

history;

Indigopaw was happy. Overly happy. Every cat wondered why she wandered everywhere with a huge smile on her face. This was because she was in love. But she was really too young for love and relationships, so she had been pressed by her lover to keep the whole thing a secret. Indigopaw told nobody, not even her sister Wrenpaw. Her mate was a warrior, but just to make things worse, he was not even of RiverClan. Her mate was a gallant WindClan warrior named Turtlehum. She met him most nights when her denmates were asleep. She refused to tell anybody, even when she became pregnant. She ran away from the camp in the last few moons of her pregnancy, and lived dangerously just inside the WindClan territory. Indigopaw found herself growing weaker and weaker as her pregnancy progressed. Eventually, Wrenpaw found her, and promised to stay by her side until the kits were born.

On the night Indigopaw went into labour, Wrenpaw ran to the WindClan camp. She told Turtlehum that his mate was giving birth. He ran to her, in his terror not reliezing that the apprentice had just sealed his fate. When Wrenpaw and Turtlehum reached Indigopaw, they were horrified to find her dead. She had been too weak. She had only given birth to one kit before she slipped into StarClan. This one kit was a tiny black and white female. Wrenpaw, Turtlehum and the kit went back to the WindClan camp, but Turtlehum was almost immediatly exiled for his deciet. He begged, and begged, but he was not allowed to stay. In the end, Wrenpaw agreed to join WindClan and support her niece. She became Wrenchorus on her first day in her new clan.

The kit was given to a she-cat named Tansyclimb, who named her Kitekit. Tansyclimb's kits had all died of Greencough, so she was grateful to be given another kit to care for. Wrenchorus often visited her niece, and Kitekite grew to love her. Tansyclimb cared for her extremely well, and despite her puny size she grew to apprentice age without being troubled by injury or sickness. On the day of her sixth moon, she became Kitepaw, apprentice of WindClan.

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(from my site. hope it's okay. ^^)

Inside the tempest, it felt as though paws were blocking her mouth, preventing her from breathing. She wanted to struggle, but the winds were soft on her flanks. Next moment, her paws had hit solid ground. She could hear gasps and voices. Pecankit slowly opened her eyes. At the sudden sight of so many cats she instinctively stepped back towards Mottledkit, fear in her eyes. These cats were... Were different. They weren't the cats she had left behind. She looked at them with an expression that resembled defiance in her eyes. Suddenly she didn't want to be here. She wished they were still travelling over the ice, just the six of them. But a black-coated cat was approaching her. She vaguely recognized him. "Ghostlywind...?" her voice was stark and challenging, much different from the whiny tones she had called her own as a kit. She stared at the black tom. "Yes." She looked around, her expression wary. Her eyes softened as she spotted Selenekit, sobbing along with a creaky old she-cat, and Mottledkit with an EclipseClan she-cat. Moonkit was being mobbed her she-cat's. Where were her family? A terrible thought filled her mind. Were they all dead...?

Her sapphire eyes caught a cat with a golden tabby pelt. They widened. Pecankit took a step forward, just one, her tabby pelt slightly brushing Ghostlystar's. "Grain... kit?" her voice shook.

codeword;

secrets