Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 1, 2009 9:48:57 GMT -5
yamkit.
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i. i tear my heart open, i sew myself shut
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ii. my weakness is that I care too much
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[ [ Small white and ginger she-kit with amber eyes
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[ [ Yamkit was the runt of her large litter so that's bad news to begin with. She was also sickly when she was alive, so it's given her a somewhat sunken appearance that StarClan hasn't removed. She's got long lanky legs and a tail equally long. Her body is more like a sack of bones. Yamkit's biggest feature are her large ears.
Alright, let's set this kitten up. Yamkit is mostly white, y'see, but she's got all these ginger blotches. Now, I really can't give you the size of each spot, as they're all over the place. She's got two on her right paw, a blaze on her face, and a patchy thing going on on her head that extends all the way down her body. Her neck and chest is completely white, however, and she's got this dainty little pink nose. Going down her body, though, is more ginger. There's a little bit of white on her legs, though, but the rest is this tawny-orange color.
Yamkit was lucky enough to have her eyes change by the time she died. Instead of the young kitten blue, her eyes are a vivid amber color. They pierce through the night. However, when she's sad and lonely, they sort of dim and turn into a normal brown color.
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[ [ Yamkit is a gentle soul. She loves playing with others and chasing butterflies. She is the embodiment of the kitten spirit. It's a pity she was taken so early. She is a nice child who adores helping others and she tries not to disobey. She doesn't like mean kittens and she tries to be sweet to everyone, even when they hurt her back. She simply takes the blows and turns the other cheek.
This one isn't much for talk. She's a quiet kitten when she's alone but she can get quite rowdy when she's excitable or with other children. Having playtime and hearing stories are some of her favorite activities, and you can guarantee that Yamkit is the one hollering or hooting about something or other. However, when she's just by her lonesome, you can barely tell she's there. She's very lonely without her friends.
Yamkit dislikes fighting very very much. She can get very defensive, usually always saying "I'm sorry" even if she's not in the wrong if it will get the other cat to leave her alone. She's the object of her tormentors, as she will not fight back. However, few StarClanners will tease and taunt her so she's not in much danger. It's the Clans below she has the worry about, like when they argue at Gatherings and the clouds come. She gets very scared and curls up into a shaking ball.
Yamkit will forgive you but she will never forget you. Any wrong that you have done to her just adds another tally to your scorecard until she becomes more and more bitter. She despises what her family did to her, but while she could be vehement about wanting to see them all burn, she avoids talking about them, changing the subject whenever something like that comes up.
iii. and our scars remind us that the past is real
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[ [ Yamkit came from a big family. By the time she was born to Mountainsight and Ploversong, she had seventeen brothers and sisters. Reedfoot, Spottedlaurel, and Mauvedance were from the first litter. Mirrorfur, Spiderpelt, Luckystepper, and Riverfall were from the second. Crocuswater, Fleeingdeer, Linedsand, Smallstreak, and the dead Windpaw were from the third. Then came her litter, the now-warriors Paleskies, Marshstrike, Lilymoon, Harrierfletch, Grasscornet and her: dead Yamkit. Now, she wasn't much of importance in some cats' eyes. She was the runt, first of all. Harrierkit had been the biggest and still is. Whenever Yamkit would run up to get some milk from Ploversong, bully Marshkit would push her sister out of the way so that she could get to the milk first. Yamkit grew up so shut-down and small. Most didn't think she would survive.
She didn't. The inhibition of proper nutrients and warmth caused Yamkit's immune system to shut down. Her white blood cells went haywire and started attacking her own body. The poor thing passed away at 3 moons of age. However, she was received well into the ranks of StarClan, playing with kits who never saw apprenticeship and receiving love from the mothers who died in childbed. It is from the StarClanners where she learns more about her history and her ancestry, meeting great-great-grandfathers and other relatives she's never met.
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[ [ sisters Spottedlaurel, Mauvedance, Mirrorfur, Luckystepper, Crocuswater, Windpaw, Paleskies, Marshstrike, Lilymoon
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