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Description
Name: Smallkit
Gender: male

Rank: Kit
Mentor/Apprentice:
Skills/Weaknesses:
skills; good eyesight, his ability to stay warm with his fluffy fur, good balance
weaknesses; he sometimes overheats, bad at hiding , bad hearing

Appearance: Short, extremely fluffy pale black tom-kit with white flecks on face, green eyes.
Personality:
-rowdy
-loud
-riskful
-loyal
-moody
-emotional
History: he was born within a small family, only have a brother who had a white pelt that’s was patched with black and his parents- the two were inseparable, and they cared deeply about their kits.. some moons had passed, he and his brother grew a bit older, old enough to go exploring with their parents. The two siblings had wondered away from their mother and father, not knowing that’s something was following them.. they had unknowingly went into the borders of juniperclan, the sights fascinated hem. But they took a dark turn, the brothers were faced with two, battle-scarred rouge, they looked bloodthirsty.. his brothers had stepped in to protect him but he sadly only ended up getting murdered.. the now, bewildered tom had quickly turned and dashed away, guilt clawing at his heart. He ended up slamming into a paw of a cat, an juniperclan cat, some other cats had emerged from some bushes in confusion as they’ve saw the tom-kit staring at them with fear- then the rouges had leapt from behind him, the patrol ended up driving away the rouges, protecting the poor kit. They took him back to the camp, renaming him as smallkit for his small size.

Mate:
Kits:
Kin: unnamed parents and brother

Roleplay Example: It was rather nice- honestly, She was now a warrior! Puddlestrike curled up in her new nest, excitement pulled through the she-cat’s paws as her green orbs explored around the warrior’s den. Not just that but her siblings were now entering their training, she’d chuckle since she now had an excuse to bother Silverspark. The warrior let out an small breath before she’d get to her paws, and trotted out of the warrior’s den- it seemed more empty then usual since apprentices were out of camp, training. Was it like this when she became an apprentice alongside with her denmates? A thought rung in her head, maybe one of her siblings were still in camp? Puddlestrike strode foward, churning her paws as she’d raise her muzzle slightly and examined the clearing.

Credits: Daisynner & CatFoxLover © Juniper-

Description
Name: Smallkit
Gender: male

Rank: Kit
Mentor/Apprentice:
Skills/Weaknesses:
skills; good eyesight, his ability to stay warm with his fluffy fur, good balance
weaknesses; he sometimes overheats, bad at hiding , bad hearing

Appearance: Short, extremely fluffy pale black tom-kit with white flecks on face, green eyes.
Personality:
-rowdy
-loud
-riskful
-loyal
-moody
-emotional
History: he was born within a small family, only have a brother who had a white pelt that’s was patched with black and his parents- the two were inseparable, and they cared deeply about their kits.. some moons had passed, he and his brother grew a bit older, old enough to go exploring with their parents. The two siblings had wondered away from their mother and father, not knowing that’s something was following them.. they had unknowingly went into the borders of juniperclan, the sights fascinated hem. But they took a dark turn, the brothers were faced with two, battle-scarred rouge, they looked bloodthirsty.. his brothers had stepped in to protect him but he sadly only ended up getting murdered.. the now, bewildered tom had quickly turned and dashed away, guilt clawing at his heart. He ended up slamming into a paw of a cat, an juniperclan cat, some other cats had emerged from some bushes in confusion as they’ve saw the tom-kit staring at them with fear- then the rouges had leapt from behind him, the patrol ended up driving away the rouges, protecting the poor kit. They took him back to the camp, renaming him as smallkit for his small size.

Mate:
Kits:
Kin: unnamed parents and brother

Roleplay Example: It was rather nice- honestly, She was now a warrior! Puddlestrike curled up in her new nest, excitement pulled through the she-cat’s paws as her green orbs explored around the warrior’s den. Not just that but her siblings were now entering their training, she’d chuckle since she now had an excuse to bother Silverspark. The warrior let out an small breath before she’d get to her paws, and trotted out of the warrior’s den- it seemed more empty then usual since apprentices were out of camp, training. Was it like this when she became an apprentice alongside with her denmates? A thought rung in her head, maybe one of her siblings were still in camp? Puddlestrike strode foward, churning her paws as she’d raise her muzzle slightly and examined the clearing.

Credits: Daisynner & CatFoxLover © Juniper-