Description
"I'm gonna be the best warrior you've ever seen! I promise you!"
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Updates
12/17 : Welcome to the world, Hushkit!
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Name : Hushkit
Name Meaning :
Hush - Hushkit wasn't breathing at birth, and then began wailing. When his poppa, Fogrunner, told him to hush, his father Ashpool thought his name was Hushkit, and it just stuck.
Kit - Traditional kit suffix.
Nicknames : Give him some!
Clan : RiverClan
Age : 1 Moon
Size : Slightly small!
Rank : Kit
Mentor : None yet!
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Breed : Moggie [ Norwegian Forest Cat, Chateaux, American Shorthair, etc ]
Physical Appearance : A small, average-looking black and white tom, with a pale pink nose, and sharp hazel eyes. He has a white chest, muzzle, paws, tail, and eyespots. His fur is soft to the touch, and feels plush. His tail is slender, but gets slightly thicker at the end. It's somewhat fluffy.
Voice : Not yet ^^"
Scent : A smell of saltwater.
Scars : N/A
Season born : Leafbare
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Stats
Strength : 3
Adaptability : 10
Thinking : 7
Speed : 6
Swimming : 9
Fighting : 6
Night Vision : 3
Climbing : 3
Stalking : 4
Hunting : 1
Medicine : 3
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Traits
Humble : Hushkit, being small and sweet, is a very humbled cat, especially for his age. He prefers to be modest as a form of respect.
Clear-Headed : Hushkit has a very logical mind, and can withstand quite a bit of mental pain without wavering.
High-Minded : Hushkit has strong morals, and follows them to a tee. This results in few bad decisions on his part.
Sweet : Hushkit is a kind, sweet cat. He always wants to do the best for everyone, even though he thinks it's a little cliche, and often gets embarrassed about this trait.
Ambitious : Since he's the smallest and weakest of his siblings, Hushkit is strongly determined to show that he is actually the strongest. He works the hardest he can, even skipping on playing to "train".
Resourceful : Hushkit certainly has a menagerie of creative ways to solve a problem, no matter how complicated said solutions are.
Protean : While Hushkit isn't a ThunderClan cat, he's certainly good at adapting to new environments or problems. Better than some cats in his clan, at least, he's rarely upsetted by change.
Wary : Hushkit isn't jumping at the chance to do anything or everything. He can be accused of being cowardly, though he's just trying his best to weigh the situation correctly.
Underestimates Self : Hushkit often underestimate himself, thinking that due to his weakness, he won't be able to do something. Just because of this, there's a chance he won't do something out of fear of failure.
Discontented : Hushkit... Doesn't tend to ever be happy with circumstances. Being a realist, he always convinces himself that there's a better outcome.
Enervated : Being the small runt of a kit, he easily becomes exhausted. Hopefully, this child's stamina will increase with age.
Impractical : Going with the fact that he's resourceful, he often ends up doing things the complicated way, when there's an easier solution laid out in front of him.
Timid : Even though Hushkit wants to look confident, when it comes to meeting new cats, he easily gets nervous. He'll often hide behind his parents, or press his fur against his siblings' for comfort.
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History
Kithood
Apprenticeship
[ Not old enough yet ]
Warriorship
[ Not old enough yet ]
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Personal Info
Sexual Orientation : " um, i'm not really interested in all of that right now. "
Current Crushes : None
Physical Status : [ 95% ] - Being the smallest kit, he's a bit weak, but is otherwise fine!
Mental Status : [ 100% ] - He's perfect right now!
Emotional Status : [ 100% ] - He's completely happy with his siblings and parents.
Trivia :
- He looks a lot like Ashpool, in the way he carries himself, as well as his gaze.
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Family
Parents : Ashpool, Fogrunner
Siblings : Pebblekit, Mosskit
Nieces : None
Nephews : None
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Bullet Guide:
// Slight attraction
// Attraction
// Lust
// Like
// Respected
// Very respected
// Wary
// Cautious
// Avoided
// Slight crush
// Crush
// Love
// Platonic Love
// Friend
// Good friend
// Close friend
// Best friend
// Wants to get to know them
// Misses
// Can't bear without
// Relative
// Family
// Joint at the hip
// Adores
// Admires
// Idolizes
// Slightly suspicious
// Very suspicious
// Not trusted
// Annoyed by
// Dislike
// Hate
// Shy
// Nervous
// Discomfort
// Fearful
// Kind of trusts
// Trusts
// Fully trusts
// Family
// Dead
// Mate
// Fling or Ex-Mate
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[ Fogrunner ] [ saphyriin ] [ Father ]
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"I love my poppa, too! We aren't much alike, but that's ok. I still love him. I'm still trying to figure out how I got black fur, though."
[ Ashpool ] [ newt-able ] [ Father ]
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"I love my daddy! Plus, he's got his own den! Isn't that cool? I mean, there are other cats there, but I think it's really cool! I love to sit with him and eat prey with him! I don't care if some other kits would rather play... I'd rather be with him."
[ Shatteredbrook ] [ LiIy-Bean ] [ Mother ]
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"I... Don't really know how to feel about her. I wish that I could get to know her, and I want to include her in my family, but I don't know if she wants that."
[ Mosskit ] [ Toxic-Pastels ] [ Brother ]
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"My brother's really nice, and I love him... But... He's so loud! I really hope he isn't upset that I'd rather just listen to stories instead of play."
[ Pebblekit ] [ Pair-of-Dyce ] [ Sister ]
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"Pebblekit's kind of brash. I really love my sis, though. I wish I could spend more time with her, but I don't know if she wants to spend more time with me."
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RP Example
Thornpaw sighed. His legs were killing him, and he still hadn't found any prey, despite running for what seemed like an entire moon to the brown-patched apprentice. Suddenly, his ears pricked, instinctively flicking towards the sound. He lowered himself and glanced through the thick grass. It was a rabbit! Maybe he could give that to the kits... One of the queens might appreciate it. He slowly began to stalk it, his belly as close to the ground as possible. However, it's not easy to stalk in the moor, and quickly, the rabbit caught on and began to shoot off. But by then, its fate was sealed. Thornpaw had gotten close enough to gather his hindquarters and leap as far as he could, catching one of the rabbit's hind legs. It let out a tapering squeak as he quickly nipped it. He picked up his prey, happy and proud of himself as he turned, padding back through the moor towards camp in order to take it to the nursery.