( HAILAUREL ) u n t r u e ... ( KITS ) c l o s e d

[SHADE. :D]

The result of Hailthunder and Laurelpaw's fling. =P There's a whole plot to go with this, which you can find in the plot board. They're all in EclipseClan.

ptarmigankit

any of several grouses of the genus Lagopus, of mountainous and cold northern regions, having feathered feet.

GENDER. tom
PERSONA. stuffy, gets tongue-tied easily, frustrated, huffy, can be grudgingly friendly
PICTURE. click
OTHER. furzekit annoys him.
ACTED BY. twilite

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furzekit

Any of several spiny shrubs of the genus Ulex, especially U. europaeus, native to Europe and having fragrant yellow flowers and black pods. Also called gorse, whin.

GENDER. tom
PERSONA. loves nature, dreamy, hurt easily, angers rarely, poetic
PICTURE. click
OTHER. is often on the recieving end of ptarmigankit's anger.
ACTED BY. shade[/size]

screamkit

to utter a loud, sharp, piercing cry.

GENDER. tom
PERSONA. playful, optimistic, giggly, hyper, loving, holds grudges, erratic
PICTURE. click
OTHER. he screams when he is excited.
ACTED BY. wolf[/size][/blockquote]

[idk my bff brindle]

And they think that their daddy is Branchpaw, right? :3
Or does Laurelpaw tell them the truth?

[SHADE. :D]

They'll think the dad's Branchpaw. ^^

[SHADE. :D]

Ptarmigankit is still open. (:

[SHADE. :D]

If no one wants Ptarmigankit he can be a NPC, or still-born, I suppose. But he is still open..

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

i want him but i dont... i love his angst but its annoying... lemme ponder because I dun want him to be stilll-born or NPC!!!!!!!

[SHADE. :D]

He is friendly a lot of the time, but he get's frustrated quickly, and he doesn't like disorder, etc. And okay. ^^ They won't be born for a bit anyway.

[Twilite-Crescent]

Oooh...I'd quite like to audition for little Ptarmigan, if I may.
His little easily flustered self would match me quite well, so playing him could be easy.
(besides that, he's just too darn cute!)

[SHADE. :D]

Sure, audition away. ^^

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

-wipe sweat from brow- yay! Now I know hell be RPed and Im happy -mustache- I already have a litter planned for a long time from now anyways so this is good -more mustache-

[Twilite-Crescent]

Ptarmigankit

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just because I’m different doesn’t mean I can’t fly...[/i]

He was sitting, once more, on his own, in one of the corners of the nursery. His mother was talking to another one of the queens, and his siblings were off playing with their respective friends. It didn’t bother little Ptarmigankit, though, as he was quite content sitting there on his own, batting around a little piece of weed that he’d stumbled across.
He batted it from his left forepaw to his right.
Back again.
His ears twitched when he noticed that some of the other kittens had messed up a nearby nest with their rough play. He tried to ignore it, tapping his tail in agitation against the floor of the nursery. He recalled what one of the other queens had said about him as his personality had begun to appear. ”He’s just an old soul. Reminds me of all the elders that sit around complaining about the noise the kits make.”
He grumped inwardly to himself for a moment before turning his eyes and his full focus back to the weed between his paws, tossing it in the air a bit before batting it from his right forepaw to his left.
Back again.
He sighed when it broke in half against the pads of his right paw. ”That’s not fair at all. Stupid little weed. Can’t hold inself together.” He lifted his little paw and smashed it down his former toy.
A small gasp from beside him made him look up.
There was little Furzekit, staring at him with wide eyes, quivering with hurt. Ptarmigan narrowed his own eyes, grumbling,”What do you want?”
”You smashed it! You smashed the poor little plant!” Furze’s voice was wavering, and so high pitched that he squeaked.
Ptarmigan pinned his ears back. ”It was already dead, mouse brain.”
”You didn’t have to smash it though!”
Ptarmigan narrowed his eyes further, standing slowly. ”Why don’t you just go mind your own business, huh?” he bristled his fur and spat a little, mock charging his brother.
Furzekit mewled his surprise, and scrambled away. Ptarmigankit was almost satisfied (almost) with that moment...until he heard little Furze crying in the distance. ”Mama, mama, mama! Ptarmigan’s being mean again!”
Ptarmigan let his ears droop, sitting down again and awaiting his mothers appearance.
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[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{For an audition beyond a high position, you don't post an entire biography. We already know what the cat looks and acts like. You just need to post how you would roleplay Ptarmigankit.}

[Twilite-Crescent]

oohoo, I knew I'd get something wrong!
Glad I have you around to keep me in line Aurora ^^

I'll fix it up right away (longer IC post, here I come!)

Edit
Fixed it! Thanks again for the help Aurora (:

[SHADE. :D]

Okay, I'm happy with that - you can have him. ^^

[Twilite-Crescent]

Yay! Thanks Shade ^_^