Kit -Willow'kit Personality +> persevering, fierce, brave <+ => realistic <= -> manipulative, selfish, impatient Gender+identity (etc.) -Cisgender male (gender) -he/him/bro (pronouns) -bi (identity) Roleplay experience -on my other account ( @amberfloria ) I had many characters who oofed from weekly updates and that sort of stuff. I wanted a new account because there are new roleplayers and I was kinda old- About me -Hi you can call me Feather (she/her). I like Warrior Cats and drawing cats.Some other types of art I like are: -origami -resin -sculpting/clay -painting -online drawing -pencil drawing -oil pastels -coloring -crocheting -knitting -sewing -embroidery (the newest) -I am active 9/10 on my technology when not at school. I'm not really active on scratch for now, since I can't get a kit, yet I'm still trying. Research -none Trivia favorites: prey: rabbit (it's juicy) flower: poppy (pretty!) herb: marigold (the colors are vibrant) tree: willow (my name!) plant: fern (ferns feel good against my fur) color: blue (the waves...) clan: urchin'clan (my clan!) fish: bass (yummy) bird: seagull (pretty) least favorite: prey: oyster (slimy...) flower: cornflower (too many ants live in them...) herb: chamomile (ew.) tree: oak (plain.) plant: wheat (it feels itchy.) clan: moss'clan (they're too soft) fish: catfish (the whiskers are weird) bird: robin (plain.)
Willow'kit runs across the clearing. /I wonder who I can fight./ He stretches his paws out, and then rolls his shoulders out. No kits were alone. They were already playing together or sleeping in groups. /What a shame./ Willow'kit rolls his eyes at the mass of kits, and then turns his head to look at the clearing he just ran through. It was open, clear of cats. It also had lots of slightly pointy pebbles that could pierce his paws, but it had to do. Urchin'Clan had lots of rocks, enough to train the cats of the Clan to withstand challenges. /The territory is definitely why my Clan is so strong./ He prances onto the pebbles, trying not to wince at the sharp points digging slightly into his paws. Willow'kit tries to keep his head up, not to look as defeated as his paws were. /I must keep going. A full training is better than a half training./ So bro goes on, walking along the rocks. Willow'kit bites his lip slightly to make sure he doesn't gasp or squeak when he slides deeper into the pebbles. /This patch of pebbles is almost done. I'll have to walk a bit more./ These pebbles were only sharp because they weren't tumbled in the sea. Instead, they were cut up to be jagged, horrible things. Sedimentary rocks tended to be that way. /Of course rocks aren't alive. If they were, they would jump at me and bite me!/ Willow'kit treads on until finally he reaches the soil. The soil wasn't much better, since it was packed with sediment and slightly damp, but it felt comfortable after walking on those sharp pebbles. Willow'kit didn't want to walk on pebbles again. /It's only so bad the first time. Then, it gets better and better./ He turns around, and walks back, his paws treading next to the pebbles yet not touching them. Willow'kit was hungry and wanted to eat some of his favorite prey, rabbit. If there was a pretty seagull, he'd eat that instead while marveling at the pretty design. Or maybe not, because bro was tired of plucking out the feathers. Rabbit it was, then. Willow'kit prances over to the fresh prey pile, and there is a plump rabbit already there. (to be continued)
