Swiftheart Age 19 moons Link to biographyClicky! Conditions Mates Breed/coat pattern/color/fur length short fur traditional chocolate point Siamese mix Markings Pointed Eye Color Pale yellow Other Petite size, but not much Abilities and Physical traits Fast, but low stamina. Great balance, but low coordination.
Last Edit: May 14, 2012 21:39:44 GMT -6 by Shizuka
Sixth roll pelt markings (1-3 is no markings, 4-6 is white patched)
Kit 1 :: No markings Kit 2 :: No markings Kit 3 :: No markings Kit 4 :: White patched
Seventh roll eye color (1 is pale yellow, 2+3 is green, 4+5 is blue, 6 is blue and green odd eyes)
Kit 1 :: Blue eyes Kit 2 :: Green eyes Kit 3 :: Blue and Green Odd eyes Kit 4 :: Pale yellow eyes
Eighth roll abnormalities (1-2 is normal, 3-4 is petite size[just a tiny bit under size], and 5-6 is abnormally small)
Kit 1 :: Petite Kit 2 :: Abnormally small Kit 3 :: Petite Kit 4 :: Normal size
Ninth roll physical traits (Rolling a 1 - One of Mother's physical traits Rolling a 2 - One of Father's physical traits Rolling a 3 - One of each parent's physical traits (total is 2) Rolling a 4 - Neither parent's physical traits; choice is up to the adopter Rolling a 5 - All of Mother's physical traits Rolling a 6 - All of Father's physical traits)
Kit 1 :: Fast, but not strong Kit 2 :: Fast, but low stamina. Great balance, but low coordination. Kit 3 :: Great balance, but low coordination. Kit 4 :: Fast, but low stamina.
And here are the final results!
Congratulations! Its a GIRL!
P E L T C O L O R :: Short fur chocolate point siamese M A R K I N G S :: none E Y E C O L O R :: Blue O T H E R :: Petite size P H Y S I C A L A B I L I T I E S :: Fast, but not strong
Congratulations! Its a BOY!
P E L T C O L O R :: Short furred Gray tabby M A R K I N G S :: none E Y E C O L O R :: Green O T H E R :: Abnormally small P H Y S I C A L A B I L I T I E S :: Fast, but low stamina. Great balance, but low coordination.
Congratulations! Its a BOY!
P E L T C O L O R :: Short furred gray tabby M A R K I N G S :: none E Y E C O L O R :: Odd-Blue and Green O T H E R :: Petite size P H Y S I C A L A B I L I T I E S :: Great balance, but low coordination.
Congratulations! Its a BOY!
P E L T C O L O R :: Short furred gray tabby M A R K I N G S :: White patches E Y E C O L O R :: Pale yellow O T H E R :: Normal P H Y S I C A L A B I L I T I E S :: Fast, but low stamina.
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[b]Name[/b] [b]Activity Level[/b] [b]Which Kit you want[/b] [b]Personality[/b] [b]RP Sample[/b] Write as though you are roleplaying your kit in the nursery, or out making mischief, with their litter mates and parents.
NameCherrykit, Cherrypaw, Cherryblossom Activity Level Active Which Kit you want Kit 1 Personality Cherrykit is a very sophisticated she-cat, her pride immediately detectable in the way she walks gracefully with her head and tail high, and showing off the curve of her slender body. In actions, appearances, and mind, Cherrykit is a show off, and a flirt. She is happiest when the attention is on her, praising her beauty and grace, and she makes a habit of getting used to the toms following her around. Among her clanmates, she isn't satisfied until she's the center of attention. Encountering a stranger, Cherrykit will loyally defend her territory, using her wits and speed to her advantage. She likes it when she's the one out matching her opponents and enemies, but if she finds herself in a situation where she may lose, she will quickly lose her cool and freak out. RP Sample
Cherrykit strode gracefully out of the nursury, squinting her blue eyes against the light of the afternoon sun. She had slept all morning, and wondered where Swiftheart was, because her mother wasn't in the den, and her three brothers were still sleeping. With an irritated sigh, she clawed the ground, itching to go run around. So she looked around the camp. If any warrior saw her, they would most likely tell her to go back into the nursery until her mother returned. Instinctively, Cherrykit stuck her nose in the air proudly, ready to object to anyone's objection at her being out of the nursery. So what, who cared what they thought. She could do whatever she wanted! They can't tell her what to do, because they're not her mother or Ashfeather. By the way, was Ashfeather out on patrol too? Cherrykit hissed in annoyance. Why wasn't anybody around to play? Well, if no one wanted to play with her without scolding her, then she would find something to play with on her own! Now then....;Cherrykit glanced around the camp before racing across to the other side, in the direction of the camp entrance, only to find herself crashing into the legs of the tall warrior, Thistlestrike. The tall warrior stared blankly down at Cherrykit, and she fluffed out her fur in fear. "W-what do you want!?" Cherrykit squeaked. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, so go on!" She mewled, trying to rise back to her paws on shaky legs. But Thistlestrike didn't move, and his cold, hard stare was unblinking. "I said something, so go away! I have a place to be, so stay out of my way...HEY!!!" Cherrykit squealed in protest, feeling powerful jaws picking her up by the scruff. "What are you doing!? Put me down!! PUT ME DOWN!! HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!!" But Thistlestrike ignored the kit's squeals of protest, and soon he was gently putting down the kit back at the nursery. Clawing herself away from Thistlestrike as soon as her paws touched the ground, Cherrykit climbed back into her nest among her brothers and glared, hissing and spitting at Thistlestrike. "Okay, I'm back in the nursery, so go away!" With any other warrior, she would have darted from the nursery as soon as they put her down, but Thistlestrike was a different story. He was always so quiet and mysterious, and a bit intimidating, due to his tall size. Her fur still fluffed out, she curled up beside her brothers, and soon was asleep. She had overstepped her limits for the day, and was feeling worn out.
Activity Level: Well, I'm on several times a day xD I'd say pretty active!
Which Kit you want: The last kit on the list, the tom with pale yellow eyes~
Personality: Judging and harsh, rude and stuck-up. He'll do anything to prove himself right, no matter how much evidence goes against him. He's a big troublemaker, and won't take no for an answer. He can have a sharp tongue, and hates being bossed around. He likes to take control of others, but it usually doesn't work and all he gets is a cuff to the ear or an angry lecture. He's still young, so he'll change over time. As he gets older, he'll still be judging and harsh and probably rude. He likes to talk, but only to those who don't judge him. He likes to impersonate warriors and apprentices, and wants to be just like them some day. He only respects his parents, the senior warriors, and the cats of high authority like the leader and deputy. He respects the medicine cats for their knowledge.
Briarkit stumbled out of the nursery, his jaws gaping in a huge obnoxious yawn. He didn't care who was around, and what they thought of him. Stretching his paws out in front of him, he then sat on his haunches and looked around the already-awake camp. Silently, he wondered where Ashfeather was. He really looked up to his father, but he was often busy doing whatever warriors did everyday. Swiftheart's nest was already cold, which meant that she was probably out on a hunting patrol or something already. His siblings were still asleep, and Briarkit wished that he could be an apprentice already. He hated not being able to do anything in the camp without his parent's permission and watchful eye. The kit sighed, and suddenly noticed a colorful butterfly fluttering around the camp. Without a thought, he launched after the insect, his still-small legs throwing him through the camp with ease. He heard wind screeching through his ears, and was just about to the butterfly when he started to get tired out. His paws began to feel weak, and he stumbled over a rock, falling on his face and skidding in the dirt. He stood up quickly, hoping that no one saw him, but felt his fur flash hot in embarrassment when he saw Russetstar laughing at him. The ginger tom trotted over to the kit, amusement flickering through his gaze. "You're really fast, Briarkit!" The leader told the kit, and the young tom hung his head. "I'm sorry for going out of the nursery, Russetstar." He apologized. The leader smiled, sitting down on his haunches. "It's alright, little one." Russetstar said gently, and stood up to scoot the kit towards the nursery. "Just make sure not to do it again, alright? Unless you're with Swiftheart or Ashfeather." The ginger tom meowed, his voice stern, but not harsh. The kit nodded and padded quietly to the nursery, his tail drooping, and Russetstar watched with amusement. Upon reaching his nest, the kit plopped down in it and let out a sigh. He was still extremely embarrassed. Not only had he wiped out and someone had saw him do it, but that certain someone was Russetstar! He put his head between his front paws, his eyes angry. He wasn't angry at Russetstar, or anyone else, but at himself. He vowed then and there, as he was dozing off, to become a better hunter that Russetstar would be proud of, and fell asleep with his small claws gripping the moss of his nest.