Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2019 17:38:32 GMT -5
Age: 3 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Kit
Picture:
Description: Flintkit is a lean, thick-pelted, medium-length furred brown tabby tom with glaring olive green eyes. He has two pointy, large ears sat upright his head which he is still growing in to. He has thin legs and small paws, a trait which he inherited from his mother, Mistcloud. The tom's base fur is a wood brown, dark and thin tabby stripes scorching along his pelt. His front paw toes are an astonishing stark white, which he enjoys keeping clean to an unhealthy extent. His muzzle and chest are also a pale white, as are the stockings on his back legs.
Description Summary: a thick-furred brown tabby tom with olive-green eyes
Personality: If I were to describe Flintkit easily, it'd be one word, bastard. This is a cat who is mean, rude, and snarky. Oh, does he have a kind and warm heart under that cold exterior? Not really! Flintkit does everything for himself and himself alone. Sure, he can be nice to cats if necessary, but it's more cold politeness than actual kindness. This doesn't mean he can't have fun or play around, though. It's just that he doesn't really want to do anything but insult anyone and everyone in his near vicinity. The tom's prideful, and it would take a boulder barreling down the hill to crack through that raging ego of his. Nobody really knows why Flintkit is like this. Maybe it's his intelligence that gave him enlightenment? Or maybe it's the fact that he doesn't really get reprimanded for misbehaviour? Does it really matter? All that matters is that 'friends are useless' McGee here thrives off of the misery of others. Until he starts feeling bad, of course. Despite being a stinky, he has his limits. Though he'll never outright apologize, he will pitifully look down at you and offer you a nice hefty piece of prey next time the fresh-kill pile is full. Not his favourite prey, though. Keep your filthy paws off of that.
History: Flintkit's life has been smooth sailing for the pampered little tom so far. Born within the safe confinements of StoneClan nursery, Flintkit is the son of Mistcloud and Rowanstripe. He was born along with his three siblings- Frostkit, Squirrelkit, and Slatekit. Remarkably, though Flintkit has no clue as to why, Mistcloud is oddly overprotective over him and his kin. He doesn't care that much, either. After all, a lot of attention for an attention-craving kitten is better than anything. Though Flintkit does often have the feeling that Mistcloud is continuously watching him, even when he goes to scour the fresh-kill pile. He isn't sure if it creeps him out yet.
His big sister is Palewing, with one deceased brother Ashpaw. His aunt is Smokestorm. He has kin through Smokestorm and Mistcloud's half-siblings, Meadowflight and Kestrelclaw
Other: Welcome to the bastard cat
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Kit
Picture:
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Description: Flintkit is a lean, thick-pelted, medium-length furred brown tabby tom with glaring olive green eyes. He has two pointy, large ears sat upright his head which he is still growing in to. He has thin legs and small paws, a trait which he inherited from his mother, Mistcloud. The tom's base fur is a wood brown, dark and thin tabby stripes scorching along his pelt. His front paw toes are an astonishing stark white, which he enjoys keeping clean to an unhealthy extent. His muzzle and chest are also a pale white, as are the stockings on his back legs.
Description Summary: a thick-furred brown tabby tom with olive-green eyes
Personality: If I were to describe Flintkit easily, it'd be one word, bastard. This is a cat who is mean, rude, and snarky. Oh, does he have a kind and warm heart under that cold exterior? Not really! Flintkit does everything for himself and himself alone. Sure, he can be nice to cats if necessary, but it's more cold politeness than actual kindness. This doesn't mean he can't have fun or play around, though. It's just that he doesn't really want to do anything but insult anyone and everyone in his near vicinity. The tom's prideful, and it would take a boulder barreling down the hill to crack through that raging ego of his. Nobody really knows why Flintkit is like this. Maybe it's his intelligence that gave him enlightenment? Or maybe it's the fact that he doesn't really get reprimanded for misbehaviour? Does it really matter? All that matters is that 'friends are useless' McGee here thrives off of the misery of others. Until he starts feeling bad, of course. Despite being a stinky, he has his limits. Though he'll never outright apologize, he will pitifully look down at you and offer you a nice hefty piece of prey next time the fresh-kill pile is full. Not his favourite prey, though. Keep your filthy paws off of that.
History: Flintkit's life has been smooth sailing for the pampered little tom so far. Born within the safe confinements of StoneClan nursery, Flintkit is the son of Mistcloud and Rowanstripe. He was born along with his three siblings- Frostkit, Squirrelkit, and Slatekit. Remarkably, though Flintkit has no clue as to why, Mistcloud is oddly overprotective over him and his kin. He doesn't care that much, either. After all, a lot of attention for an attention-craving kitten is better than anything. Though Flintkit does often have the feeling that Mistcloud is continuously watching him, even when he goes to scour the fresh-kill pile. He isn't sure if it creeps him out yet.
His big sister is Palewing, with one deceased brother Ashpaw. His aunt is Smokestorm. He has kin through Smokestorm and Mistcloud's half-siblings, Meadowflight and Kestrelclaw
Other: Welcome to the bastard cat