Post by ~{Tinkerkit}~ on Nov 2, 2009 22:21:30 GMT -5
Tinkerkit
[/size][/center]Gender: She-cat
Age: 1 1/2 moons
Rank: kit
Appearance: Tinkerkit is everything you'd expect- small and lithe with a long, thin tail and legs. You can't mistake the muscles bulging beneath her thin coat of fur; she was just born like that, unlike other she-cats whose muscles are barely recognisable. She's tough on her feet and you can tell because her shoulders and hips are wide-placed. She looks rather like her mother and inherited her one ruddish-red paw.
||Pelt|| Tinkerkit has a very short pelt like her mother's, though the contrast is incredible. It's thick and tends to spark up at the ends, giving her a scary-looking urgency around her. The basecoat for her is a sandy ginger color, though it's pockmarked with rich brown markings. They're not thin tabby stripes but more bold and thick, wrapping themselves like vines around her body. It's very slick and she keeps her pelt well groomed always.
||Eyes|| Tinker's eyes are a very light green, with rich color. They appear very shiny and bold in the night, and seem to glow. The color is placed neatly in shards of different colors getting darker around the edges of her eyes and almost white at the pupils.
Personality: Tinkerkit is, well, different from many Ashclan she-cats. She's... sinister in a way, but has a kit-like air of spunk. She's always been the rebel of her litter and her age group, and she loves to cause mischief. She's never been barred from danger like other kits, so she's used to murder and pain right in front of her eyes. She'd kill if she found a need to, but for now her paws remain clean from the blood of cat's throats. Sometimes she can act like a little angel and a seductress, though you can usually see right through her act.
Tinkerkit has an eye for trouble, and she always finds it. She searches for drama and likes to include herself in it, as long as it's not her getting hurt. She's a sweet little devil, taunting warriors not as fast as she. Duskfur is her idol and her friend, and likes listening in on his secret conversations with himself. She's a rumer-spreader, no doubt about it, but keeps her resources well-hidden. She's never vulgar, girly, or gentle, ever.
History: Tinker was born to Kindle in her second litter with two other siblings. Unfortunately, Gruel died from starvation early in life because a famine was spreading through Bloodclan. It was Kindle's smallest litter, so she made sure to keep track of her two kits. Tinker being a girl, Kindlewound raised her to stay away from toms and to be wary of all surroundings, but Tink didn't like that idea. She wanted to rough-house with her brother and be the cat that everyone was scared of. She wanted to start a group of cats that only she could control. Kindle, Tink knew, never learned to fight because she couldn't handle it. Lots of she-cats in the area were owned as property and Tinkerkit didn't want to follow their footsteps, so she tried her best to train by herself when her father taught her brother how to fight. When she couldn't train as well as him, she ran away at only 3 weeks without saying good-bye. Thinking that her daughter had been kidnapped or raped or worse, Kindle grieved for her daughter but carried on with her motherhood.
Tinker, however, was off to start a new life. She was already rowdy and mischivous, but she had underestimated the amount of pain that was out in the forest that her family shared with the other rouges. Scared, Tinker wanted to go back to her mother, but her ego wouldn't let her. She somehow found a way to survive by eating scraps left by the other cats, but she realized that this was not enough. She started to undig prey saved for later by hunting lonors, but was caught in her first act and thrown in the river to drown. She survived, somehow, and washed up at the shores of the river in Ashclan.
