Post by blair on May 9, 2008 8:02:14 GMT -5
Faithkit
[/color]with those great careless wings[/right]
faithkit . faithpaw . faithdreams
x
xx second born
xxx princess
xxxx brightclan
[since first I saw thee glance]
physique Everything about this little kit could be described in three simple words, petite, lithe, or long. Her frame will be the smallest of the nursery, tiny and porcelain-looking, not thin but something more of slim, or lithe. When she grows into a full grown, beautiful she cat she will still remain rather small, definitely noticeably smaller than other cats her age, making her a quick opponent with her fast paced, small paws. Her head is really average sized for a kit of her stature, so smaller than others, but somehow it gives off a cute, larger-than-herself appearance with her thick, fluffy fur. Her ears are definitely large though, almost the size of an average sized fem, making her hear not only well but look rather odd, still in a delicate manor though. Her appearances are carved lightly, from the slight bump that forms her small muzzle, or the spot which holds her pools, she gives off a gentle appearance. Her tail is long though, longer than one with her body size should have, giving her a funny emotion which she can live up to. when she gets older, she'll be a pretty cat to look at, with just a slightly-longer than average tail, and a petite lithe body.
pelt In Faith's kithood everything about her fur is comically thick, comically colored, and comically big. Combined with her naturally thick fur is her kit down which all kits have, making her fur always fluffy, making her look chubby in appearance until a closer look tells the truth. Her fur is that of a classic ginger tabby, a look alike of her mother at this age, except for the golden hue of her pelt. The first layering that was drawn onto her fur is a deep gold which nearly coats her whole body from her ear tip to her tail tip, scarcely lined by the thinnest and delicate of brushes with a maroon, darker orange, stripes that colors almost every fur in the kit. Just escaping from the normality, is her chest and stomach splotched a lovely light cream, following all the way up to her chin and maw, leading all the way down to her underbelly which turns a few shades darker into a honey shaded hue.
ears,eyes,nose,mouth Her ears are slightly larger than the average cats, or kits in fact, adding to her larger-than-life personalty, and her never ending cuteness, combining with her sweet petite physique. They are shaded mainly just by her base pelt hue, a golden color, with none of the maroon orangey stripes of a tabby going across them. Her nose is small and thin, but not stumpy like a dogs, but rather one of a noticeably small kit and warrioress (which she should possess a small muzzle, much to defer a larger one) than goes from her tabby stripes pelt to a color of her ears, the golden hue, down to her maw of a cream shade that reaches almost all the way down to her underbelly just interrupted by one maroon stripe. Her nose is the same color as her delicately lined lips, a pale pink which they shall remain forever, the same shade as her ears. Faith's occs are uniquely earthen colored, light browns, almost hazel, almost sickeningly sweet if she stares at you unblinkingly, no different mad or angry. Her pupils usually remain large and happy, deep ebony.
[in airy dalliance]
basic outspoken, loud, obnoxious, outgoing, confident
outspoken Do you need the truth? Or despise the truth? Either way, Faithkit will make sure you know the truth. Albeit she may do it unintentionally, or maybe intentionally, she has a frank and noisy way of telling the truth as shameful as it may be. She doesn't care, she observes that others need to know what they need to know, and what she tells them, they need to know. She holds no reserve, and talks sometimes without thinking. She will talk on and on, and not only that, she will let her opinion be heard! If no one hears it, she will say it a couple more times, until someone responds. She can hold an argument for days, and though she doesn't hold grudges, she just insistingly almost loves the sound of her own voice. Faith won't even lead into the harshest things with a little subtlety, she'll spill it right on out.
loud For such a tiny kit, her voice makes up for her being petite. Sometimes she talks like the whole world has a hearing problem, and if she whispers, it's really just the normal speech of any other kit. She will pierce ears, annoy to beyond, and continue on her little life-long rant. Although when she gets older she will learn silence is golden, her kitmates and apprentice friends better learn how to smile and nod. Noisy is a wonderful word to describe her, as not only will she just keep on talking with so much intensity she doesn't even notice if the person she is speaking to walks away, when they walk away, they'll hear it anyways, her voice has such a cute little intensity to it. It is good she sounds so Innocent though, as it makes others listen, and forgive her no matter how outspoken she talks.
obnoxious Sadly because of this, everyone who knows her nearly loves her or hates her. She draw so much attention to herself being loud and outspokenly innocent, being obnoxious just adds to her being plain annoying. Sometimes it seems she only talks to create an argument even though she'd never do it on purpose, and she can't help offending others (her largest life lesson will be treat others how you want to be treated, and think before you act). Really, she doesn't intend to act like this, it just all of a sudden spills out loudly, and she can't help herself so she has to defend herself. If someone just actually told her she was annoying, perhaps she would stop. Or possibly, it'd just make it worse.
outgoing Well, this at least adds perhaps a little credit or merit to Faithkit's resume c: Where either she pretends to be or not (some times it's questionable) she seems genuinely interested in others, friendly, and sociable. Talking, talking, and as much as she will chatter on she likes it even better when someone replies. She excels and overdoes anything she tries, so if she actually set her mind to be less obnoxious and noisy, she probably could... in awhile. She really tries her best. She is really warm and kind usually, despite her piercing voice, and if you ignore her worse louder moments, she's really lovable.
confident When Faith sets her mind to something, she knows she's going to do it, she will do it. Faith is probably the worse person to confide in about your dream or hope of doing something, as she will then from the moment on continually seek out a method to do it. It leaves her in trouble, someone taunts her saying she can't do something, it builds her confidence so high, to such scary extremes, that she nearly explodes and will do it without thinking, automatically assuming almost that she won't get into trouble, she's so confident.
[precipitate in love]
parents Faithkit was born being herself already, mewing loudly, crying desperately to enter the world. She entered the words second of her siblings (in order of birth) Griffenkit, Jinxkit, and Illusionkit but made a big bang in the nursery as the last kit born in that litter, possibly stirring up the whole nursery, it could only be her dream to wake up the rest of the camp. Her parents, Gracewhisper and Eastfrost, met when her mother was just an apprentice of Gracepaw, her father just had become a warrior from Eastpaw to Eastfrost, and when they set eyes on each other they knew they had something but both were quiet and shy with their crushes.
The pair, Gracepaw and Eastfrost, were all alone in the clearing wondering were the clan went or what everyone was up to, and curious of the events of the battle. Eastfrost started to tease Gracepaw that he knew someone who liked her, Gracepaw continually hoping it was the tom himself, and he eventually gave it up and admitted his love for her in a silly fashion. Luckily, Gracepaw loved him as well, and she was made into a beautiful warrioress of Gracewhisper. They decided that they were going to have kits as soon as the she cat recovered from her injuries.
[tossed,tangled,whirled and whirled above]
mommy Gracewhisper
daddy Eastfrost
sister Jinxkit
brothers Illusionkit, Griffenkit
auntie Northrain
uncle Jaspersmoke
cousins Mythkit, Lynxkit, Requiemkit
[like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance]
picture clickeh;
other formerly cerberuskit
[when that was, the soft mist]
password poison tears crash down
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Poem Headers:
My Butterfly
Robert Frost
[/size][/right]My Butterfly
Robert Frost
