Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 4:23:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url(http://www.clker.com/cliparts/f/2/a/5/12065641911180157450alnilam_Stars_Pattern.svg.med.png); border: 3px solid #021836;][STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 100px; overflow: hidden; height: 100px; float: right;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 70px; overflow: hidden; height: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 2px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 60px; height: 100px; overflow: hidden; float: right; margin-right: 2px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #061220; width: 45px; height: 100px; overflow: hidden; float: right; margin-right: 2px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #4e5f75; color: #d8dee6; border-top: 1px dashed #6d7e96; padding: 1px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; text-align: right; padding-left: 5px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 90px;]THORNKIT - NIGHTCLAN - TOM - 1 1/2 MOONS[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; color: #d8dee6; background-color: #3b4759; border-left: 3px solid #4e5f75; border-top: 1px solid#4e5f75; border-right: 1px solid #4e5f75; border-bottom: 1px solid #4e5f75; padding: 4px;] Thornkit was starting to brighten now that he had finally gotten a small smile out of Grimpaw. Good. He doesn't talk to me like I'm stupid like the other bigger cats do. It was always of great agitation to the little buff-colored kitten, when the adults would coo at him and look at him as though he were something to be pitied. Thornkit, being so young and of a limited vocabulary, had a hard time verbally expressing this frustration, and would usually sit there stewing while they continued their obnoxious displays of sympathy and told him to 'cheer up, your parents are watching you from StarClan' or some other such nonsense. StarClan's not real! If they were real, then they wouldn't have let my parents die. That was his stance on the subject and he was sticking to it. Nodding his fluffy head forward, Thornkit rolled over onto his side, poofy short tail batting against the ground gently, his pupils dilated, the kitten studying Grimpaw with new interest than before. Grimpaw had agreed to teach him stuff! That already made him much better than everyone else in the Clan; he'd asked Blackwolf to teach him once, and the brawny black tom had just snorted at him and told him to go back to the nursery. Blackwolf's a jerk. Why would anyone want HIM for a mentor? Was it possible he'd just caught Blackwolf at a bad time? Almost willing to ask Grimpaw about his training, the kitten hesitated, only because Blackwolf's behavior was already losing his interest. Right. Suddenly thrown into the eagerness that came with having a thirst for his knowledge - though his thirst was different, he was already powerfully motivated to protect his younger siblings, and that made his thirst different - Thornkit reached out with one fluffy paw to poke Grimpaw's much bigger one, currently entertained by their size difference. "What sort of stuff can I learn?" mewed the kitten, voice eager, though it had a slightly funny sound to it, as though Thornkit were trying his best to sound a little older than he really was, thinking cats might start taking him seriously if he stopped sounding so...squeaky. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #4e5f75; color: #d8dee6; border-bottom: 1px dashed #6d7e96; padding: 1px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 8.5px; padding-left: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-weight: bold;]template by falkyrin of btn![/style] |