&.feeling [l i k e] .a. CHILD;; [hickory] finished

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Hickorykit

I've been awake for a while ^now
You've got me feelin' like a child _now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place

it starts at my toes, makes me crinkle my nose

n a m e . hickorykit
g e n d e r . she-kit
a g e . five moons
c l a n . eclipseclan
r a n k . kit

wherever it goes i always know

l o o k s .

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kitten on the left

Adorable, isn't she? She's sure to grow up lovely. Shall we begin with her build?

Quite large for her age, actually. She'll grow to be average, though. Her shoulders are far from broad. They appear to be weak and lanky. Don't misjudge her, though. She can strike with the best of them. Below her thin frame is bountiful muscle. Her legs are long, longer than the norm, and slim. Her paws are no wider than her ankle, maybe a tad larger. They almost blend in, like little nub bent forth reluctantly on the ends. Her tail is long, but drags limply behind her from an accident on the Thunderpath.

Continuing with her coloration...

Hickorykit is mainly white, with silver painted upon her back. The pale neutral reaches up her neck and over her forehead, covering the backs of her ears and spilling over to the sides of her face along the way. Her broken tail is silver until the tip, with is snowy white with the exception of the filth from it dragging in the dust. Dark gray tabby markings give a finishing touch, along with beautiful slate blue eyes.

And the miscellaneous:

Her ears are unusually large and have rounded tips. The she-kit's claws are a bit stubby, but are bound to grow in time. After all, she is just a kit. The break in her tail occurs closer to her rump than the tip, leaving it to hang limply behind her as she glides.

that you make me smile, please stay for a while now

p e r s o n a .
Hickorykit is nothing like the ordinary feline child. She's far from being rambunctious and hyper. She's quite selene and self-kept, shying away from others at every oppurtunity. She's never the first kit to be scrabbling out, only to be shooed away at Clan meetings. The kitten truly prefers to reside withing the elders den, listening to the fascinating tales of the Clans long past and the astounding stories of the old ones' journeys in life. You would die before you saw her play-fighting. This young EclipseClanner is opposed to such abnoxious behavior with everything in her. You might catch her playing a mini-Clan game every now and then, but most of the time she's not even in the Clan. She's a rogue who was on the territory and get attacked by a patrol. The other kits tell her that they won't do it each time they play when she bluntly refuses to join in the game, but her roots come back to hinder her with every move she makes.

just take your time wherever you go

h i s t o r y .
Before she was part of her Clan, Hickorykit was a rogue child. She was only known as Hickory back then. Her mother was Maple, a former MoonClan warrior by the name of Maplewood, exiled for becoming ambitious and forcing her way to the deputy position. She tried to kill the leader, but was caught and lost the tussle. She was sent away immeadiately, told that if she was found on the territory, the warriors had a right to kill her.

Maple had always had a cold heart. When she had nursed Hickory for two moons and became tired of spending every day on the ground, she tossed the youngling in a river on the edge of EclipseClan territory to die. Thankfully, a patrol found her wailing on a slippery stone that she had been tossed onto by the raging current. Her paws scrabbled for a moment, and suddenly there was nothing below her paws. She squinted her eyes as water suddenly licked at her ankles, then squealed as she felt an upward tug.

The patrol took her back to camp and she managed to squeak out her name. Hickory. She was renamed Hickorykit and has lived in EclipseClan ever since, grateful for their support. However, many are wary of how she may grow up because of her mother, who became known throughout the forest at a Gathering. No one is exactly sure what has become of her, but when they find her, she'll be sent to DeathClan for sure.

c o d e .
poison tears crash down

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.