Kit #:;3
Name:;Graykit
Kit personality:;Happy all the time
curious
adventurous
purely innocent kit.
Adult personality:;He will become more mature but
Adventurous
Tough(bullies his siblings sometimes or points out their flaws caused by an event that I don't know yet, maybe being nearly killed in battle and wants to protect them)
Happy
Flirtatacious
Takes being a warrior seriously
Roleplay sample:;Graykit Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood
A hush whisper drew over the clan. "You will now be known as Silvperpaw, we welcome you as a full apprentice of this clan." The leader stepped down and brushed passed and touched noses with the young she-cat. They would soon be going out to have there first training session. Sinking their claws into a mouse, or even practicing on each other for a war to come. Nevertheless, the clan had a new apprentice, like each leader said, would be a fine addition to each clan.
His small, rounded, blue tinted eyes peered out of the nursery. Why was it that you had to wait 6 moons to have the promotion of rank. Was it because the she-cats couldn't handle the brutal training? Clearly the toms of the clan would be able to. It would be a perfect clan, if the kits could be promoted at two or three moons. Well, at least the toms. They could handle having claws dug into their pelts. They had the strength and power to survive in a just clan.
He rolled his eyes, and as soon as the leader was done. He bounded forward, rather rudely to interrupt so suddenly. Why did this one ceremony matter so much. There would be other kits, to become apprentices. So it must not have mattered to much. Then again, he was a kit. He couldn't get in trouble. He hardly knew anything about the code yet.
A conversation suddenly caught his attention. A warrior had been stopped by an elder of the clan. What did the old rat-tails know anyways? They weren't meant to be part of a clan if they couldn't do anything but sleep and have apprentices pull ticks off there pelts. He shrugged it off and tuned his ears to the conversation. All he could hear was."Deputy, I should be that cat!" Graykit suddenly got interested. An argument between a strong warrior and elder should certainly be interesting.
"Clearly I was meant for the job." A fairly large mottled brown tom spat. His eyes burned with something Graykit did not recognize but would soon come nose to nose with it. Power.
"You will kneel in your own blood if you keep striving for positions that are not meant for a tom like you." An older she-cat spoke with anxiety in her voice. Clearly she was worried about the ambition that that tom held. What did elders know anyways? All they did was complain about the chores you never did.
the Bi-colored tom lost interest as the war turned to absolute silence. He scoffed in his own way and turned high-tail. He wasn't sure where Bark-kit or Patchkit were. He spotted Lark-kit. A smaller she-kit. She had a funny colored pelt and was easy to pick on. A wide grin spread on his face, but soon faded. Indeed she was fun to tease, but not today. For some reason he wanted someone smaller. Someone who wouldn't be able to fight back.
"Morning fishkit. Did you hear the leaders ceremony?"Graykit knew that Fishkit was small. He was born early and was the only one out of the litter who survived. He was deaf in one ear, and almost blind in one eye. He knew that his voice sounded like a low whisper to him.
"You say somethin' Graykit?" S'all right if I didn' Hear ya, it happens some times."Fishkits gray pelt rustled in another crisp breeze. His deep blue eyes were friendly. The tom was nice to everyone. He didn't understand the meaning of ridicule and teasing. He didn't understand hatred either. He had none of that in his blood.
"huh?"Graykit enjoyed playing dumb with this cat. He just didn't understand. Perhaps that is what made it fun."Maybe you should tune your ears a bit more fishykit pal. I didn't say nothing! Maybe your hearing things. Perhaps you should get your ears checked? Graykit realized pushing younger cats around wasn't the nicest, but for some reason he got a kick out of it. With laughter he bounced away. He turned around to see a dumbfounded look on the kits face. With giddy he tossed himself to the ground. Trying to control his laughter was the challenge.
His blue eyes scanned with clearing. Now that he had his fun with fishkit, who else could he push around. Maybe make someone fetch him a mouse. Lark-kit's bright orange and chocolate brown pelt was fun. Sometimes he wondered why her mother hadn't named her scorchkit. It was a more fitting name than lark-kit. Her voice certainly wasn't melodic or nice. It was rough and harsh. He rolled his eyes and noticed no one around. The warrior and deputy were at it again. He rolled his eyes sometimes he wondered why the cats even bothered. He couldn't wait to be a warrior. He knew that it would be best for him to lead his clan. So he might have been a little full of himself, and somewhat arrogant. But it was the truth. At least, it was the truth in his mind.
I rped his adult personality more here, I started making it all happy but I like his arrogant mean ways much better
but in all actuality he will be a happy kit
