Post by hedge on Dec 6, 2014 20:42:15 GMT -5
turtlekit
need to know
»clan: Shadowclan [Rebel Camp]
» age: 3 1/2 moons
» gender: male
» rank: Kit
» status: Healthy
» camp: Rebel Camp
» description: A chubby tabby and white tom kit with many whiskers and golden eyes[/ul]
deeper
There is the promise of a big cat hidden in Turtlekit. One day he is going to be a big cat, the one that you can't ignore because of the sheer size of him. Maybe it will be all fluff and fuzz and nothing but fur, but Turtlekit isn't going to grow up to be this sleek, slim warrior that passes through crowds like water through rocks. He's going to be big, but at the rate he's going, he's going to be quite the gentle giant. Right now, though, he is still just a small one. Just a small little kitten who seems to made up of mostly fur and whiskers. He looked like a little ball of fuzz when his coat fluffed up soon after birth, and it's been that way ever since. Besides the length and soft texture of his coat, Turtlekit's most prominent features are his whiskers. He has an almost absurd amount of whiskers, enough that some might joke that he has enough whiskers for his entire family. It's incredibly cute on him, as pretty much everything else is right now. There's just more whiskers on that tiny face than one cat could possibly need. But they're there and they're never going away. Right now, he still has a lot to grow into. He's probably not going to be quite as fluffy in coat as some of his siblings, but he does have to grow into that kit-soft pelt until it looks less feathery and downy. He's going to grow taller and thicker, and he's definitely going to be a bigger guy. Big in size, but always just sort of cute. In color, he is somewhere between being mostly white and mostly brown, the ratio of colors settling somewhere in between. Not half and half, but a pretty even amount. The upper half of his body is brown, and marked with tabby stripes and swirls of varying thicknesses, so no one is sure if he's more light brown or dark brown in those areas. The lower half is a nice, clean looking white. His nose is a cute baby pink in color, adding to his adorable charm, and already his eyes are a bright, handsome gold in color.
» personality: |chipper|innocent|patient|curious|
Despite living in a world that is currently quite chaotic, Turtlekit is still very much an example of the pure, untainted innocence of youth. Nothing has touched him yet, maybe because his mother is so very protective over her children, so he is quite the clean slate. Unscathed, he is a creature who doesn't know much of what's going on in the world outside his camp. The events going on in his own disjointed clan, and in the others, have not reached him yet and as long as stays isolated, they won't until he has enough freedom to see them with his own eyes. For now, he is the poster child of youth. Turtlekit it always so very happy. He is a ball of cheer and life, and it is impossible to smile when he's around, always doing something cute and harmless. Chasing leaves, chasing tails, chasing tiny animals around camp. Excitedly telling someone about chasing things. Sleeping. Everything he does has this air of happiness, and everything he does is labeled "cute." He's just so chipper and lively, it's hard to feel completely sad or angry when he's in sight. Thankfully, he's not a ball of energy that it's impossible to hold onto. He's actually quite calm for the most part. He's just happy and content about it all.
It is painfully obvious that Turtlekit is unaware of how terrible the world is. Still so very young and sheltered, he's an innocent little creature. As far as he's concerned, nothing bad happened to make the cats he lives with move away from the camp they'd all been living in. They'd just done it because they'd wanted to, like maybe the view up here was nicer or something or his mother wanted somewhere quiet to raise her newest litter of kits. There's no war slowly building, no conflict going on. Everything is fine, and bad things don't happen to cats. "Bad" cat's don't exist. Everything's good and fine, his mother loves him, and nothing can go wrong. Turtlekit is the picture of patience as much as he is the picture of concentrated innocence. There is not much that can get him riled up. He is happy and chipper and very much alive and well, but he isn't bouncing off the walls or shouting his lungs out. He is quiet in his happiness, and wanders about slowly when he isn't chasing after things like kits tend to do. Some cats would get tired of the way his mother treats her kits, but Turtlekit just lets it slide. If that's what makes her happy, that's what makes her happy and who is he to deny her that happiness? she's not hurting anyone. If he can keep hold onto this trait, he will be good in times of great duress, a rock solidly planted in the mud in the middle of a raging river, someone to hold onto, someone to look to. He can wait things out. He's in no rush to get anywhere or to get anything.
As innocent as Turtlekit is, he's not stupid. He wants to know about his world and how it all works. He's an inquisitive young one, always asking questions that might not always get answered to their full extent, or even at all. He wants to know why birds fly, why it rains, what fish tastes like, but he also wants to know bigger things; who his father is, why they had to move to this new camp, why he can't go play with his friends, will he ever see those friends again, things like that. He's not afraid to ask, too. He will persist, in his patient little way, until he gets an answer that sates his curiosity for the time being. He will ask again, when that answer has worn off or doesn't satisfy his need for answers anymore. He's new to this world. No one can really blame him for wanting to understand it.
» background:
Turtlekit's life has been a short one so far, so there is not much to tell. Really, there is almost nothing at all to tell that directly concerns him. He's not quite four moons old yet, so he has less than four moons of story to tell. However, they are rather interesting moons, especially closer to the end. Turtlekit, at least, thinks they're pretty neat.
He was born alongside three other kittens, to a cat who had been a mother to several litters before him. An expert in the art of making babies and then taking care of them, Turtlekit, his two sisters, and his brother was left in good hands. His first moon was generally uneventful, learning how to walk and see and all of those things that kittens do in the first few weeks of their lives. He was the last born, and the last to walk, but the speed in which he moved seemed to bother no one, especially Turtlekit himself. He would move when he would move, and move he did when he was ready to. Once he started moving, there wasn't much stopping him. Of course, he didn't go very far at first. He was very content to sit near his mother's paws and watch the world go by through kitten-blue eyes. Eventually, he did become more social, and made friends with the other cats around his age. It turned out that the quiet and slowest of Kestrelflower's most recent litter was quite good at making friends, and the other kits seemed to flock to him. He was happy, and it continued that way well into the beginning of his second moon.
Almost immediately after that moon started, things changed, He was swiftly carried off to a strange new place before he could really stop and ask what was going on. Instead of sleeping in a bunch of little dens, they were all sleeping together in a cave. His family was there, for the most part, but his friends were all gone. He didn't question it right away, but it's been a moon now and he's getting curious. He wants to see his friends again. He wants to go home and sleep in a nest with his brother, sisters, mother and no one else, surrounded by other queens and their litters, and not all these bigger cats. It's all really weird, and he's not sure if he likes it.
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immediate kin
» sons: xxx
» daughters: xxx[/ul]
extended kin
» mother: Kestrelflower
» brothers: Falcontail . Sparrowflight . Larkpaw . Toadkit
» sisters: Duskfang .
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