N A M E //
─ owlkit
A G E //
─ 6 moons
G E N D E R //
─ tom, he/him
O T H E R //
─ awaiting apprentice
─ceremony
─ owlkit
A G E //
─ 6 moons
G E N D E R //
─ tom, he/him
O T H E R //
─ awaiting apprentice
─ceremony
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A F F I L I A T I O N //
─ dawnclan
R A N K //
─ kit
─ dawnclan
R A N K //
─ kit
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M A T E / C R U S H //
─ none - open to either
K I N //
─ unnamed | username / she/her | mother
─ silverkit | Adamented / she/her | sister
─ moonkit | Adamented / she/her | sister
─ unnamed | username / pronouns | littermate
─ unnamed | username / pronouns | littermate
─ unnamed | username / pronouns | littermate
─ none - open to either
K I N //
─ unnamed | username / she/her | mother
─ silverkit | Adamented / she/her | sister
─ moonkit | Adamented / she/her | sister
─ unnamed | username / pronouns | littermate
─ unnamed | username / pronouns | littermate
─ unnamed | username / pronouns | littermate
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S C A R S / O T H E R
─── slight kink near the end of his tail
─── slight kink near the end of his tail
D E S C R I P T I O N
───fluffy lilac tabby tom with soft jade eyes
───fluffy lilac tabby tom with soft jade eyes
B U I L D
─── small, thin frame
─── small, thin frame
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E Y E S
─── green
─── green
P E L T
─── soft, semi-longhair lilac classic mink tabby with low white
─── soft, semi-longhair lilac classic mink tabby with low white
T R A I T S
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N E G A T I V E
- » timid
» clumsy
» overly self-critical
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P O S I T I V E
- » creative
» loyal
» quick-witted
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S A M P L E ◦ I N T R O D U C T I O N│
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─── A cold drop of water seeping from the ceiling overhead splashes down on Owlkit's nose, startling him awake. Looking around, he finds the sun has yet to rise. Not one of his littermates is even stirring quite yet. Curiosity begs the young tom to question what the world outside must look like so early. At first, the idea of leaving the warmth of his family's nests deters him from peeking, but another drop of dew landing on his ear draws him out of bed.
Slowly, tiny paws pad toward the entrance of the den, making barely a sound. The quiet is daunting, at first. Has he ever heard the world so silent? Not even the birds seemed to be awake at this hour.
Once he reaches the entrance, his eyes widen at how open the camp appears. The only souls awake seem to be the dawn patrol preparing to head out, the only sounds their hushed whispers as they try not to wake their clanmates. It's something he's never bore witness to before...something he and his siblings would be able to join in on very soon. It's exciting -- but it's rather frightening. What could be beyond those bramble walls of the camp, lurking in the dark out there? Owlkit isn't sure how ready he is to find out.
Deciding he's satisfied his curiosity for the morning, the lilac kit carries himself back to bed. He nestles in beside his mother until the dawn's light bleeds into the tunnel of the nursery to signal the new day.