Post by xX Night Xx on Jul 8, 2009 16:05:25 GMT -5
Name: Chaoskit ~ Chaospaw ~ Chaospool
Age: 4 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Kit
Eye Color: White
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Age: 4 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Kit
Eye Color: White
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Appearance:
Chaoskit is a handsome ginger tomcat with blank white eyes. He has a black and white patch on his chest that looks like a yin-yang symbol. His coat is short and soft, and the color of fire. He is small and appears very fragile compared to other kits his age, and even compared to younger kits since he inherited his mother's tiny size. He has small paws, and extremely sharp black claws. He keeps his eyes closed most of the time, since he can't see out of them anyway, it svaes many cats from being creeped out by them.Personality:
Chaoskit is rather withdrawn from the rest of the clan. The fact that he is blind and not clan-born makes him very withdrawn from the rest of the clan. He dreams of things often. Sometimes, he will receive visions, but he has never understood any of them, or even told anyone about them. Any that might make sense are blurry and you can't hear much, and the vivid dreams are of strange things, places, and scents. He is a sweetheart underneath, but he is cautious to get to know anyone because of his mother abandoning him. He is clumsy because of his lack of eyesight, so mostly he stays in one area that he knows well to avoid injury. He feels like a burden to the clan most of the time, and tries to avoid the other clan members since they don't like his eyes. He dreams of being a medicine cat, but knowd that his ambition will always be out of his reach since he is blind, so won't be able to properly diagnose the ailments of the clan cats. He is very wise for his age however.History:
Chaoskit was born a loner. His mother was restless and lived somewhere new every night. She carried Chaoskit along with her at first, but as he got larger, it became more of a strain on the small, weakened loner queen. When he was about 2 1/2 moons, his mother left him at the nearest clan camp of the night, hoping he'd be found before he died. Since he was a loner kit, it was assumed that his mother was unable to provide enough food for him, thats why he was so small, and had been left near their camp. His expressionless pure white eyes made all of the queens avoid him. It wasn't long after he got to the camp when the cats started to realize that he was blind. Most other clan members still avoided him. He is still avoided by many of the cats in the clan.RP Example:
It's from SSM, is that ok?[/right]xX Chaoskit Xx
The small ginger tom sat in the sun in the Camp Clearing. His front paws were curled under him, and his blank white eyes were closed. He had taken half the morning to get to this spot, but he was there now. The 4 moon old kit wasn't very confident about navigating his way around camp, since he wasn't very good at it.Other: Could he be the Medicine Cat Apprentice when he's old enough, please? (Also yes, this is Chaoskit from SSM)
His tail was wrapped around him, pulled up around his front paws, tight to his body. He was thin, and one look at him would make any cat wonder if he was suffering from an illness. His fur was thin and scruffy where he had no mother to clean it for him. He had no father either. They were alive somewhere, but they had both abandoned him long ago. His father had left his mother before he had even been born.
He sighed sadly. He knew that he wasn't clanborn. It was a strong sense he had gotten. He of course, had no clue what his mother looked like, or what anything looked like for that matter. He searched his memory for a reminder of his mother's scent, but his search turned up empty. He doubted that he would ever be accepted into the clan.
Birthplace counts. Parents counts. Size counts. Sight counts. His eyes scared many of the cats in his clan, he knew. It was a sad fact, but true. He kept his eyes closed much of the time, to avoid frightening his clanmates. He shivered as a cool breeze whipped gently at his thin, fluffy ginger pelt, revealing his pale, white skin in some places. Dapples of shade covered him, but he did not notice. He felt the slight drop in temperature as the leaves above blotted out patches of the sunlight that warmed the young kit.
After his body adjusted to the cold, he inhaled deeply. He had chosen this spot specifically because he could smell the medicine cat's herbs if the breeze blew the right way, which it currently was. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with loneliness and despair. He had no future. He could not be a warrior becuase he was blind, and he couldn't be a medicine cat either. Of course, being a medicine cat was his dream, but for the same reason that he could not be a warrior, he could not be a medicine cat either.
He lifted his head, scenting the breeze. He kept his eyes closed as he searched for any sign of a clanmate. He wanted to ask someone if he was a big a burden to the clan as he thought he was. He could feel the answer. He knew that they would say no to him, but he would listen to their voice to find out if they were lying to him. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of the medicine cat's herbs once again. They seemed to taunt him. He turned his head a different way, still keeping his eyes closed as he searched for any signs of life in Sunclan's camp.
Then, a thought rose in his mind. Even if he could find someone to ask, would they know him? Probably not. If they did know him, he reckoned that they would ignore him. His eyes were enough to scare away a band of rogues. He had heard whispers that his eyes looked like they belonged to a demon of the Dark Forest.
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