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||General||
Names: Hookkit, Hookpaw, Hookclaw

Name meaning: Hook - Hooked claws, poor muscle control

Breed: Ragdoll mix / Long-Hair

Gender: Tom

Sexual Orientation: too young

Age: newborn

Clan: Windclan

Rank: kit

||Appearance||
Size - Average size for a kit. Has an usually short tail. Has poor muscle control in his front paws, often having unsheathed hooked claws

Pelt - Very fluffy, almost feathery brown fur. Darker brown mask across his face which highlight his pale blue eyes. His ears are a darker shade of brown. His bright white underbelly stands out against the rest of his fur.

Eyes - Bright rounded blue eyes

Scars - None

||Personality||

|Flighty|

He's not as brave and adventurous as most kits. While he tries to keep up, the tiniest things startle him and send the poor tom-kit running for his mother. Shadows, falling leaves, and even a small cough from an elder all send him into flight mode. The only time he's not as jumpy is when he's in the familiar surroundings of his nursery with his family,

|Spiritual|
Hookkit is fascinated by the stories of Starclan and is already fiercely loyal to the warrior code. When he plays with his littermates, he's the one who refuses to play as an enemy rogue or clanmember. Only wanting to play as the noble Windclan warrior who would rid the land of anyone who goes against Code or Starclan's wishes. Hookkit will pester his mother all night for more stories about the great battle with the Dark Forest.

|Intuitive/Careful|
He likes to think ahead, never jumping head-first recklessly into situations. This isn't a kit who would charge into battle one day without a second though. No, he prefers to look at all the angles of each situation and plan accordingly. Most cats don't worry about him getting into trouble because you can usually find him trailing behind as his siblings create all the mischief.

|Awkward|
Because he isn't as outgoing as most cats, he prefers to sit along or with Rosecreek. Very little socialization outside of his family is stunting his social development. He often blurts out the wrong things or stutters through conversations. Strangers are the worst, he'll usually awkwardly squeak out partial sentences before running away to a more confident family member.

|Family-Oriented |
Family is everything to Hookkit right now. They're his friends and life-line. He's very proud of every little thing they do, and can't wait to see what his siblings will one day achieve.

|Gentle|

The small kit couldn't even hurt a beetle. While his littermates toss and tumble, play fighting roughly. He takes extra care to not actually hurt them on accident. If he even trods on someone's tail he'll apologize profusely for the rest of the day. The sight of a cat in pain or someone's blood makes him very uneasy. Some question if he'd be able to become a warrior one day, but he knows deep down he must fight one day to protect the ones he loves.

||Family||

Mother: Rosecreek

Father: Fontaine

Siblings: Saffrontkit, sister, brother, brother

||History||

|Before birth|

As spring-time started, the Windclan deputy Rosecreek found herself falling for the charm of a smooth-talking loner named Fontaine. There was no wild longlasting romance. He soon disappeared without a trace and not long after, Rosecreek noticed signs that she was carrying kits. She loved her position as deputy of Windclan so denial set in. She didn't want kits, never expected having them. Eventually she gave birth to a large litter of 5 kits. Her maternal instincts set in and she decided to resign as deputy and accept her new fate as a new queen.

|Kit|Current|
He came into the world like any other kit. Tucked snugly with the rest of his siblings, he grew to love the familiar scent of his mother and littermates. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by them. That was his world and all he knew. To his horror as his legs grew stronger, and his eyes focused better he noticed many other cats coming into see the new young family. There where two many! As his siblings started venturing out the nest, he resisted his mother's gentle nudges as she would try to get him to follow so she could show them all the camp. He eventually gave in and clung closely against the inside of her leg as she walked them all around camp. Safely hidden under his mother he watched as his siblings squeaked and bounced around.

||Relationships||

Dead
missing
Acquaintance
Uneasy, unknown
Friend | To Be Respected
Close Friend
Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Hate | Enemy
Family

|Windclan|
Rosecreek: Smells like love, is warm, and safe. I don't ever want to leave her!
Saffrontkit: He smells like love. I feel safe around him, I won't stray too far.

||Roleplay Sample||

Hookkit peered carefully outside the nursery, his pale blue eyes locked onto his other siblings. The small brown kit pouted and turned back to look at the empty nest. Why can't we just have fun inside today? He wondered to himself. Hookkit looked back outside. Rosecreek, his mother, was lovingly watching his littermates romp arounded. She looked up, sensing Hookkit's gaze and gave him a reassuring smile and a beckon with her tail. The kit huffed and begrudgingly stepped out into the sunlight, padding lightly towards his kin. "It's too bright!" he squeaked, his tiny voice being drowned out by his siblings happy chatter, "We also aren't safe out here! What if Thunderclan attacks?" He stopped talking as Rosecreek gently rested her tail on his shoulders and shushed him softly. Grumpily, he sat down and watched his siblings play as he pressed himself closer into his mother's soft fur.

Description

Edit 5/18/16 - Changed art

||General||
Names: Hookkit, Hookpaw, Hookclaw

Name meaning: Hook - Hooked claws, poor muscle control

Breed: Ragdoll mix / Long-Hair

Gender: Tom

Sexual Orientation: too young

Age: newborn

Clan: Windclan

Rank: kit

||Appearance||
Size - Average size for a kit. Has an usually short tail. Has poor muscle control in his front paws, often having unsheathed hooked claws

Pelt - Very fluffy, almost feathery brown fur. Darker brown mask across his face which highlight his pale blue eyes. His ears are a darker shade of brown. His bright white underbelly stands out against the rest of his fur.

Eyes - Bright rounded blue eyes

Scars - None

||Personality||

|Flighty|

He's not as brave and adventurous as most kits. While he tries to keep up, the tiniest things startle him and send the poor tom-kit running for his mother. Shadows, falling leaves, and even a small cough from an elder all send him into flight mode. The only time he's not as jumpy is when he's in the familiar surroundings of his nursery with his family,

|Spiritual|
Hookkit is fascinated by the stories of Starclan and is already fiercely loyal to the warrior code. When he plays with his littermates, he's the one who refuses to play as an enemy rogue or clanmember. Only wanting to play as the noble Windclan warrior who would rid the land of anyone who goes against Code or Starclan's wishes. Hookkit will pester his mother all night for more stories about the great battle with the Dark Forest.

|Intuitive/Careful|
He likes to think ahead, never jumping head-first recklessly into situations. This isn't a kit who would charge into battle one day without a second though. No, he prefers to look at all the angles of each situation and plan accordingly. Most cats don't worry about him getting into trouble because you can usually find him trailing behind as his siblings create all the mischief.

|Awkward|
Because he isn't as outgoing as most cats, he prefers to sit along or with Rosecreek. Very little socialization outside of his family is stunting his social development. He often blurts out the wrong things or stutters through conversations. Strangers are the worst, he'll usually awkwardly squeak out partial sentences before running away to a more confident family member.

|Family-Oriented |
Family is everything to Hookkit right now. They're his friends and life-line. He's very proud of every little thing they do, and can't wait to see what his siblings will one day achieve.

|Gentle|

The small kit couldn't even hurt a beetle. While his littermates toss and tumble, play fighting roughly. He takes extra care to not actually hurt them on accident. If he even trods on someone's tail he'll apologize profusely for the rest of the day. The sight of a cat in pain or someone's blood makes him very uneasy. Some question if he'd be able to become a warrior one day, but he knows deep down he must fight one day to protect the ones he loves.

||Family||

Mother: Rosecreek

Father: Fontaine

Siblings: Saffrontkit, sister, brother, brother

||History||

|Before birth|

As spring-time started, the Windclan deputy Rosecreek found herself falling for the charm of a smooth-talking loner named Fontaine. There was no wild longlasting romance. He soon disappeared without a trace and not long after, Rosecreek noticed signs that she was carrying kits. She loved her position as deputy of Windclan so denial set in. She didn't want kits, never expected having them. Eventually she gave birth to a large litter of 5 kits. Her maternal instincts set in and she decided to resign as deputy and accept her new fate as a new queen.

|Kit|Current|
He came into the world like any other kit. Tucked snugly with the rest of his siblings, he grew to love the familiar scent of his mother and littermates. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by them. That was his world and all he knew. To his horror as his legs grew stronger, and his eyes focused better he noticed many other cats coming into see the new young family. There where two many! As his siblings started venturing out the nest, he resisted his mother's gentle nudges as she would try to get him to follow so she could show them all the camp. He eventually gave in and clung closely against the inside of her leg as she walked them all around camp. Safely hidden under his mother he watched as his siblings squeaked and bounced around.

||Relationships||

Dead
missing
Acquaintance
Uneasy, unknown
Friend | To Be Respected
Close Friend
Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Hate | Enemy
Family

|Windclan|
Rosecreek: Smells like love, is warm, and safe. I don't ever want to leave her!
Saffrontkit: He smells like love. I feel safe around him, I won't stray too far.

||Roleplay Sample||

Hookkit peered carefully outside the nursery, his pale blue eyes locked onto his other siblings. The small brown kit pouted and turned back to look at the empty nest. Why can't we just have fun inside today? He wondered to himself. Hookkit looked back outside. Rosecreek, his mother, was lovingly watching his littermates romp arounded. She looked up, sensing Hookkit's gaze and gave him a reassuring smile and a beckon with her tail. The kit huffed and begrudgingly stepped out into the sunlight, padding lightly towards his kin. "It's too bright!" he squeaked, his tiny voice being drowned out by his siblings happy chatter, "We also aren't safe out here! What if Thunderclan attacks?" He stopped talking as Rosecreek gently rested her tail on his shoulders and shushed him softly. Grumpily, he sat down and watched his siblings play as he pressed himself closer into his mother's soft fur.