rice ------> HOME [sc]

[(aurora) of the problematique]

I've got a little red bow
And I bought it for you
'Cause I know you're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
And you color my skin
And the colors don't blend
'Cause I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too

RICEkit
&& the starchy seeds or grain of an annual marsh grass, Oryza sativa, cultivated in warm climates and used for food.
&& tom
&& 4 moons
&& serenityclan
&& kitten
&& picture

There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
'Cause I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
Like home

Ricekit is a rather gangly gray tabby tom with piercing lime-green eyes.

He does not fit into the big or small category, more like the long category. He's willowy, almost femininely so, and sort of small, with sloping shoulders, neck, and hips. He's a gray tabby with hits of tawny around his eyes and muzzle and long drooping whiskers. His nose is scarlet, and his eyes are a striking complement to this, a vivid acid-green hue with little speckles of brown in there near the bottoms. He has big ears that can arch in most any direction according to his moods. Between them is a dark streak of black that cascades all the way down his spine to the tip of his tail, beginning with the tabby M on his brow. His pelt color extends to every part of his body, unlike the white feet of his father.

His most obvious features are his lanky legs, which end in little gray paws. His claws rarely extend for serious motives but when they do, you'll see that they are small clear scythes. He has caused no scars that he knows of and bears no scars himself.

I've got a southern belle too
And ruby red shoes
With a body of straw
Are you sick of it all?
There's a man made of tin
With an oil can grin
And I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too

Ricekit is very intelligent. If you get him in an intellectual conversation of some sort, he can go on and on without stopping. He loves having debates and playing academic games. He also loves fantasy stories and making stuff up just for the fun of it. He is extremely creative as well as being organized. His side of the bed is always neat and orderly.

He is somewhat awkward in the social area. He stutters when he's nervous and lashes out without meaning to when he's overwhelmed. He gets walked over lots of times but doesn't have the guts to say anything about it. When he does, he usually gets completely dismissed or he gets some crazy looks. He's rather shy and has to be pushed out like an eaglet trying to fly. He's not into the latest trends and tends to be late when it comes to understanding jokes.

However, Ricekit usually has a dopey smile on his face, and he never fails to make you laugh, even if it's at him instead of with him. He will do anything for the friends he has. When Ricekit is angry, he holds all of it in, a dangerous flaw. He tends to build up, up, up like a tower until he can't take it anymore and just explodes. When he's sad, his tail sort of curls around his paws and his ears bend back. He gets this pitiful expression on his face. However, for the most part, Ricekit is a happy cat with a gentle heart and easy-going tendencies. He takes a lot of things seriously, even when they're supposed to be jokes. He doesn't understand sarcasm.

There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
And I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There's no place like home

Her name was Ayla, that's what she had told him. Wiley had found her unconscious on the edge of the lake. The young tom woke her, and the she-cat promptly asked him to unhand her. When he asked what she was talking about, Ayla replied that she was the Princess of the Moon and that she would have him flogged if he tried to touch her again. Wiley thought she was slightly mad from being unconscious so, while ignoring her bone-cutting insults, he took her to SerenityClan, where he wanted to join but failed to have the courage. The large she-cat took the two in, introducing herself as Runningcloud. Another cat came in (who Runningcloud said was Clearstar) and she said that the two could stay. Although Ayla didn't want to leave here, she had nowhere else to go and didn't know how to hunt on her own since she had never gotten her own food before.

Wiley became Whitepaw and Ayla became Celestialpaw, since she insisted on being named something after her native land and Clearstar humored her as such. The two were assigned mentors but more often than not, the two grew to be friends and they started playing in the territory, acting as if they were hunting for treasure or some nonsense. Soon, Celestialpaw was found out to be pregnant not long after confessing her love to Whitepaw. Still unfamiliar with Clan lore, Whitepaw named his two kits: Ricekit and Riverkit. The night after she gave birth was a full moon, and piercing light shown onto the nursery. Celestialpaw started to shimmer and glow! Whitepaw couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his mate rise up from her bed and disappear into the night, never to be seen again. Whitepaw tried to take on the job of raising his children, but he was only 11-moons-old and not an experienced father of any sort. Rheaflight took charge and adopted the two kits as her own.

There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
A technicolorful life
Can I stand by your side?
We can make it alright

Like home

&& (wiley) whitefoot; (ayla) celestialpaw
&& rheaflight
&& riverkit

'Cause I'm home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
A technicolorful life
Then another arrived
It's a cowardly lion

painting portraits of ghosts

What I want from this world
What I wanna resolve
When I want you to stay
So I wash you away
I don't wanna be bold
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna grow old
I don't wanna go home

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.