Post by Kiri-chan on Mar 31, 2008 20:02:28 GMT -5
Name: Spicekit (Spicepaw - Spiceleaf)
Age: 2 moons
Gender: female
Clan: EmberClan
Rank: Kit
Description: Spicekit took after her father and grandmother in terms of coloring and she looks like a backwards Red Point Siamese. Her fur is a deep blazing red, but her ears, face, paws and the tip of her tail are a crisp white color. She also has her father's wispy fur, which Cinnamonstreak agrees looks much better on a female. On her though, the wispy fur is a bit more pronounced, giving her lush leg feathering and her tail is delicately plumed. Of course all that feathering would have been a mess to keep clean had it not been for her grandmother's Ragdoll background. Thanks to her Ragdoll background, her fur is virtually tangle free. The feathering however does occasionally trip her when she's not watching what she's doing. She did inherit one thing from her mother and that was her beautiful emerald eye color.
Personality: How to describe Spicekit. Well, she would probably be best labeled as random and happy-go-lucky with just enough of her father's temperament and her mother's mental prowness mixed together to make her a pawful.
Spice also has what you might call an accident prone streak, except she's usually too busy charging on ahead so when she trips or falls or knocks someone over she just springs right up and keeps going after yelling out a cheerful "I'm ok!!". (The cat she plowed into might not be able to say that, but well, that's a different matter.)
Spicekit loves to be in the middle of things too. Never content to stay seated, especially if there's a "mystery" to solve (which by the way, everything's a mystery to her whether it is in real life or not) she's about as hard to nail down as air. Thankfully one doesn't have a hard time tracking her, just listen for a WHAM or a CRASH followed by a cheerful "I'm okay!" and there you go, you found her.
Spicekit has one more interesting trait that her father especially has no idea where she got it from. Ah yes, Spicekit has a streak of Captain Obvious. As she gets older, she'll settle down and it won't be as bad, but as a kit and Apprentice, she'd be the one to point out there's a tree there - and then run into it.
History: Spicekit was born in EmberClan to her parents in EmberClan. Spicekit was born second after her sister Sugarkit and before her other sister Shardkit.
RP Sample:
"I'm coming! Wait for me! Whoa!" Spicepaw said as she quickly scrambled after her mentor, nearly tripping as she did so. She was so excited! Today was her first day of Apprenticeship and she was eager to prove herself. Her leg feathers didn't seem to share her enthusiasm though and kept getting caught on bits of bark or twigs.
Finally to get off the forest floor, she climbed atop a fallen log and ran across it to catch up.Almost there! Almost there! Almost "EEK!" Her right leg feathering snagged a bit of bark and Spicepaw let out a squeak as she tripped and found herself dangling off the log by her front paws a few feet off the forest floor. Not good.
She tried to yank herself up with her front legs while her back legs kicked, frantically trying to get a grip on the log to help pull herself up. Trying to yank her feathering loose at the same time, she frowned at realizing this wasn't going to work. Hearing her mentor calling to ask if she was okay, Spicepaw groaned and tried to pull her leg feathering free, but it was stuck. "Um, I'm ok! I'll" tug "be right" Tug "there!" TUG Snap. "uh oh." CRASH.
Spicepaw had finally yanked her leg feathers loose, but then the little branch she'd been clinging to broke and she tumbled two feet to the ground and landed with a loud crash in a patch of ferns. Her mentor raced back looking for her. "Spicepaw?"
"I'm... okay." Spicepaw said as she flailed and tried to escape her ferny prison. "See? I'm fine!" She said as she emerged. Trotting confidently over to her mentor, she wasn't watching what she was doing and tripped over her leg feathering like one would trip over a shoelace that wasn't tied. "Ouch." She mewed as her mentor sighed and shook her head to keep from laughing. "I'm okay!" Spicepaw called out as she leaped to her feet, ready to keep going with her training.
Age: 2 moons
Gender: female
Clan: EmberClan
Rank: Kit
Description: Spicekit took after her father and grandmother in terms of coloring and she looks like a backwards Red Point Siamese. Her fur is a deep blazing red, but her ears, face, paws and the tip of her tail are a crisp white color. She also has her father's wispy fur, which Cinnamonstreak agrees looks much better on a female. On her though, the wispy fur is a bit more pronounced, giving her lush leg feathering and her tail is delicately plumed. Of course all that feathering would have been a mess to keep clean had it not been for her grandmother's Ragdoll background. Thanks to her Ragdoll background, her fur is virtually tangle free. The feathering however does occasionally trip her when she's not watching what she's doing. She did inherit one thing from her mother and that was her beautiful emerald eye color.
Personality: How to describe Spicekit. Well, she would probably be best labeled as random and happy-go-lucky with just enough of her father's temperament and her mother's mental prowness mixed together to make her a pawful.
Spice also has what you might call an accident prone streak, except she's usually too busy charging on ahead so when she trips or falls or knocks someone over she just springs right up and keeps going after yelling out a cheerful "I'm ok!!". (The cat she plowed into might not be able to say that, but well, that's a different matter.)
Spicekit loves to be in the middle of things too. Never content to stay seated, especially if there's a "mystery" to solve (which by the way, everything's a mystery to her whether it is in real life or not) she's about as hard to nail down as air. Thankfully one doesn't have a hard time tracking her, just listen for a WHAM or a CRASH followed by a cheerful "I'm okay!" and there you go, you found her.
Spicekit has one more interesting trait that her father especially has no idea where she got it from. Ah yes, Spicekit has a streak of Captain Obvious. As she gets older, she'll settle down and it won't be as bad, but as a kit and Apprentice, she'd be the one to point out there's a tree there - and then run into it.
History: Spicekit was born in EmberClan to her parents in EmberClan. Spicekit was born second after her sister Sugarkit and before her other sister Shardkit.
RP Sample:
"I'm coming! Wait for me! Whoa!" Spicepaw said as she quickly scrambled after her mentor, nearly tripping as she did so. She was so excited! Today was her first day of Apprenticeship and she was eager to prove herself. Her leg feathers didn't seem to share her enthusiasm though and kept getting caught on bits of bark or twigs.
Finally to get off the forest floor, she climbed atop a fallen log and ran across it to catch up.
She tried to yank herself up with her front legs while her back legs kicked, frantically trying to get a grip on the log to help pull herself up. Trying to yank her feathering loose at the same time, she frowned at realizing this wasn't going to work. Hearing her mentor calling to ask if she was okay, Spicepaw groaned and tried to pull her leg feathering free, but it was stuck. "Um, I'm ok! I'll" tug "be right" Tug "there!" TUG Snap. "uh oh." CRASH.
Spicepaw had finally yanked her leg feathers loose, but then the little branch she'd been clinging to broke and she tumbled two feet to the ground and landed with a loud crash in a patch of ferns. Her mentor raced back looking for her. "Spicepaw?"
"I'm... okay." Spicepaw said as she flailed and tried to escape her ferny prison. "See? I'm fine!" She said as she emerged. Trotting confidently over to her mentor, she wasn't watching what she was doing and tripped over her leg feathering like one would trip over a shoelace that wasn't tied. "Ouch." She mewed as her mentor sighed and shook her head to keep from laughing. "I'm okay!" Spicepaw called out as she leaped to her feet, ready to keep going with her training.