Post by cursedweirdo on May 5, 2008 1:17:37 GMT -5
((I think... =w=))
Picture - There you Go
Name
Currently:- Jett
Soon to be:- Ragekit
Gender -Tom
Age - 6 moons or so.
Clan - ArticClan (KittenClan)
Rank - Unknown.. yet
Description - Large and muscular, Jett could easily beat any wildcat of his age. Jett has a desaturated brown tabby fur which often fluffs out, drastically increasing his size as it does. His eyes are a pale amber, and seems to glow under the moonlight. His claws are sharp, as he take cares of it oftenly, just in case he meets an opponent who is begging for a fight. He probably takes care of his claws more than he does of his looks. His fur has a roughed up-ed look and is constantly messy. This makes Jett look all the more rougish. Jett takes pride in being the biggest kit in 'Kitten-clan'.
Personality -Jett has one of those personalities, oftenly described as the strong and silent type. Although, Jett easily snaps at anyone who crosses the line. He is not able to tolerate nonsense. Once Jett has made up his mind, no cat or any other creature could ever change it for him. He is determined and straight foward. Jett takes rules very strictly. Sometimes, he would think the reason he came into this world was to enforce them. Jett barely shows any emotions other than the occasional blasts of anger. But behind those hard stares and inpenetrable exterior, the every-cat knows that Jett has a softer side in him. This is shown by Jett's determined gestures to protect those he loved and cares. Jett knows, that with great power comes great responsibility, and feels that only he can protect those from the harsh wonders of the outside world.
History - Jett was once a rouge, living with his Mother and other siblings. One day, sick and tired of living in the small tunnel under the Thunderpath, with his ever-growing siblings, Jett decides to take matters in his own hands and walk the path of the outside world. His mother was out to hunt, yet again. Its not easy to nurse a litter of kits while trying to hunt for herself. Jett can feel his mother's suffering. His love for her encouraged him to leave the safety of his den, and go out for a short hunting trip. Besides, which cat could give up the chance when a juicy fat mouse just happens to pass right under their nose. Following the scent of the mouse, Jett found himself a little too near to a Nofur nest. Vicious dogs barked at the poor kit, their growling was so loud, Jett wouldn't be surprised if he went deaf. He decided to give up the hunt and turned around and ran..... right into the paws of a Nofur. A familiar wave of scent passed through his nostrils and he saw his mother, mewling pitifully in the shadows. He cried for help, but it was to no avail. The Nofur's paws was clamped a little too tightly on Jett. He soon gave up. No cat in their right mind would pick a fight against a Nofur. He went limp as he was shoved into the belly of a boxy-looking Nofur Monster. In the dark stomach of the growling monster, he met the other kits, most of them who suffered a similar fate as he did. Soon, he found himself in the Pound.
Relationships -
Unknown Mother
Unknown amount of unknown siblings
Other kits of 'KittenClan'
IC - The pound was dark and silent. The Nolegs were nowhere to be seen, and Jett knew that they won't be back till dawn. Peering out of the metal bars, Jett can only see the glowing colours of cat eyes, roaming around in their damp nests. An insect flew by, and landed on his nose. Irritated, Jett raised a heavy forepaw and swiped at the pest, and clawed at it as it flew off. Soft mews of the other cats and kits rang through the empty Nofur nest. He blinked his faded amber eyes and gave a large yawn.
Even under the dark night sky, one with a night vision of a cat's could see the large muscles which rippled with every movement the young cat made. But even with all those muscle, Jett still couldn't break through those thick metal sticks. He roamed in his cage annoyed with another of his failed attempt at breaking out. He looked up at the transparent barrier the Nofurs usually have in their nests. The moon was full and it seemed to be smiling down at him. He scowled back.
He remember the times where he lived with his mother outside the world of the Nofurs, as a loner. He was taken away when he was just a young kit, barely two moons old. The image of his mother, staring at him, frightened and angry as the intruding Nofur picked him up with it's giant paws still burned in his mind. He was never angry at her, he knew she couldn't have done a thing to help him. She was helpless. The Nofur yowled and another one started towards his mother. The queen has no other choice but to protect her other kits, she couldn't sacrifice all of them just to save one. Jett remembers as she gave him one last glance, filled with worry, before she ran off, nudging his brothers and sisters.
Coming back to reality, Jett shook his head, trying not to remember the things of the past. How many moons has he stayed in this dull place, eating the unappetizing mush that the Nofurs fed. He looked around at the other kits in this place, they were now his brothers and sisters, he sworn silently to himself, that he'll never let another cat he cared for worry as his mother did, he'll protect them all, with his life, even if it's from the Nofurs.
Motto/Themesong - Protect the Unprotected.
Picture - There you Go
Name
Currently:- Jett
Soon to be:- Ragekit
Gender -Tom
Age - 6 moons or so.
Clan - ArticClan (KittenClan)
Rank - Unknown.. yet
Description - Large and muscular, Jett could easily beat any wildcat of his age. Jett has a desaturated brown tabby fur which often fluffs out, drastically increasing his size as it does. His eyes are a pale amber, and seems to glow under the moonlight. His claws are sharp, as he take cares of it oftenly, just in case he meets an opponent who is begging for a fight. He probably takes care of his claws more than he does of his looks. His fur has a roughed up-ed look and is constantly messy. This makes Jett look all the more rougish. Jett takes pride in being the biggest kit in 'Kitten-clan'.
Personality -Jett has one of those personalities, oftenly described as the strong and silent type. Although, Jett easily snaps at anyone who crosses the line. He is not able to tolerate nonsense. Once Jett has made up his mind, no cat or any other creature could ever change it for him. He is determined and straight foward. Jett takes rules very strictly. Sometimes, he would think the reason he came into this world was to enforce them. Jett barely shows any emotions other than the occasional blasts of anger. But behind those hard stares and inpenetrable exterior, the every-cat knows that Jett has a softer side in him. This is shown by Jett's determined gestures to protect those he loved and cares. Jett knows, that with great power comes great responsibility, and feels that only he can protect those from the harsh wonders of the outside world.
History - Jett was once a rouge, living with his Mother and other siblings. One day, sick and tired of living in the small tunnel under the Thunderpath, with his ever-growing siblings, Jett decides to take matters in his own hands and walk the path of the outside world. His mother was out to hunt, yet again. Its not easy to nurse a litter of kits while trying to hunt for herself. Jett can feel his mother's suffering. His love for her encouraged him to leave the safety of his den, and go out for a short hunting trip. Besides, which cat could give up the chance when a juicy fat mouse just happens to pass right under their nose. Following the scent of the mouse, Jett found himself a little too near to a Nofur nest. Vicious dogs barked at the poor kit, their growling was so loud, Jett wouldn't be surprised if he went deaf. He decided to give up the hunt and turned around and ran..... right into the paws of a Nofur. A familiar wave of scent passed through his nostrils and he saw his mother, mewling pitifully in the shadows. He cried for help, but it was to no avail. The Nofur's paws was clamped a little too tightly on Jett. He soon gave up. No cat in their right mind would pick a fight against a Nofur. He went limp as he was shoved into the belly of a boxy-looking Nofur Monster. In the dark stomach of the growling monster, he met the other kits, most of them who suffered a similar fate as he did. Soon, he found himself in the Pound.
Relationships -
Unknown Mother
Unknown amount of unknown siblings
Other kits of 'KittenClan'
IC - The pound was dark and silent. The Nolegs were nowhere to be seen, and Jett knew that they won't be back till dawn. Peering out of the metal bars, Jett can only see the glowing colours of cat eyes, roaming around in their damp nests. An insect flew by, and landed on his nose. Irritated, Jett raised a heavy forepaw and swiped at the pest, and clawed at it as it flew off. Soft mews of the other cats and kits rang through the empty Nofur nest. He blinked his faded amber eyes and gave a large yawn.
Even under the dark night sky, one with a night vision of a cat's could see the large muscles which rippled with every movement the young cat made. But even with all those muscle, Jett still couldn't break through those thick metal sticks. He roamed in his cage annoyed with another of his failed attempt at breaking out. He looked up at the transparent barrier the Nofurs usually have in their nests. The moon was full and it seemed to be smiling down at him. He scowled back.
He remember the times where he lived with his mother outside the world of the Nofurs, as a loner. He was taken away when he was just a young kit, barely two moons old. The image of his mother, staring at him, frightened and angry as the intruding Nofur picked him up with it's giant paws still burned in his mind. He was never angry at her, he knew she couldn't have done a thing to help him. She was helpless. The Nofur yowled and another one started towards his mother. The queen has no other choice but to protect her other kits, she couldn't sacrifice all of them just to save one. Jett remembers as she gave him one last glance, filled with worry, before she ran off, nudging his brothers and sisters.
Coming back to reality, Jett shook his head, trying not to remember the things of the past. How many moons has he stayed in this dull place, eating the unappetizing mush that the Nofurs fed. He looked around at the other kits in this place, they were now his brothers and sisters, he sworn silently to himself, that he'll never let another cat he cared for worry as his mother did, he'll protect them all, with his life, even if it's from the Nofurs.
Motto/Themesong - Protect the Unprotected.
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