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•NAME•
Littlekit

•GENDER•
Female

•PERSONALITY•
Littlekit was always determined to be the best. Being the smallest of her litter, she craved attention, because she couldn't do everything her bigger siblings could. In the end, she was often ignored. This made her lonely, irritable, and jealous - not a good combination in a kit. Now, she's probably even more jealous and bitter, and while StarClan tries to help her, she often just stays by herself there. She watches her siblings with deep sadness, mourning the fact that she can't be with them, becoming a warrior and having a family of her own. However, there is jealousy there as well. Jealousy that the young she-kit will probably harbor forever. She also seems to hate full moons, although no one is sure why.

•MATE•
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•KITS•
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[Novi]

Username: elevander
Name: Dapplekit
Gender: Male
Personality: Dapplekit is, in a word, a curious little fellow. Now, whether or not his curiosity is necessarily a good thing is unknown. Dapplekit, in his short-lived time, was highly curious, and asked many questions. He came off as annoying to some warriors, and downright adorable to others. But, no matter which way you looked at it, the kit was loveable. It was just impossible to hate him.
That Morning I Died: It probably wasn't a very good idea, going out alone into the deep, dense woods that surrounded DawnClan's camp. But since when has Dapplekit ever had a good idea?
Mama wouldn't answer any of his questions - she said she was too tired - so Dapplekit decided to go and get answers for himself. First question; what was out in the woods?
And that's how he ended up in this mess in the first place.
Dapplekit eagerly bounded out of eyesight, taking in the marvels that the forest had to offer. He was so caught up with his sightseeing that he didn't notice or hear the rustling brush behind him. What he did notice, however, was the sharp scent of fox hitting his nostrils. Dapplekit turned hesitantly, and gave a shrill scream as the large canine pounced, killing him and carrying his lifeless body off to its den. Still to this day, his adoptive mother, Morningeye, longs to know where her beloved "son" has gone.

[Sharkie.]

Marking

What does the kitten look like at full opacity without glow? I'm gonna draw her ♡

[SukarettoYanagi]

Marking

What does the kitten look like at full opacity without glow? I'm gonna draw her ♡

Sorry, no extras, dear. ^^"

[Sharkie.]

Marking

What does the kitten look like at full opacity without glow? I'm gonna draw her ♡

Sorry, no extras, dear. ^^"

Ah, alright! Is 'prettying up' allowed?

[foxxbreath]

Username:
Zmei' Vulpe

Name:
Honeykit
Had he live longer, his name would have been Honeydrop

Gender:
Tom

Personalty:
Honeykit is a friendly kit, always wanting to make every other cat his friend(no matter how mean). He tries to see the good in everyone, and also tries to get others to see that same good..even if they're a bit stubborn with it.
But because he died so young, he's very confused about the world. And while he isn't curious, Honeykit doesn't understand all the new knowledge being in StarClan means he would recieve and is always asking questions. Even little questions. He just wants to know everything he can to help cats see the good in each other, and in themselves.

However, Honeykit is touched with a bit of sadness since dying. He's upset he can't play with his sister Ashkit anymore, and no friend could ever cover that up. Because of this, since his death Honeykit has become a bit bitter than you would expect a kit to be. While he's still apt to try befriending cats and helping them, it's as if he's almost forgotten how to see the good in himself; making him a bit of a hypocrite.
ashkit used with permission

That Night I Died:
Honeykit was born a very weak kit. While - at the time - no one knew there was much wrong with him, or at least didn't know what it was. He had been born with a weak heart, so he wouldn't have been much of a good warrior had he made it that far. Of course, he would have had the spirit, but wouldn't have possessed the energy.
You may be expecting a tragic story where he ran off or something...but, really, about a half-moon before becoming an apprentice, and getting to meet his mentor, Honeykit started feeling really tired. He had been growing progressively tired since he was born, but this time it ended in his death. Honeykit was playing a game of Mossball with his sister when it happened...he was playing and suddenly his chest tightened and that's all he remembered when he vision went fuzzy and then completely black. While it sounds like it was panicky for him, it was rather peaceful. Course he's upset he didn't live more freely and that he never got to see who his mentor was or what kind of warrior he'd be...but he tries encouraging cats to enjoy their lives; because every good moment could be their last. He's even a bit bitter towards StarClan - because they seperated him and his litter mate so soon - but he tries to understand, and is greatful they didn't make him suffer in his death.

[SukarettoYanagi]

Sorry, no extras, dear. ^^"

Ah, alright! Is 'prettying up' allowed?

I'd rather not. The most I'll allow it the centering of one's form. Sorry!

[kayynine]

Username: Tea.
Name: Minnowkit
Gender: Tom
Personalty: Minnowkit never got a chance to really develop his own personality. He had a few quirks and notable features, though he was antisocial and skittish. Minnowkit refused to play or get along with the other kits. He hated trying new things, and it took lots of persuasion and bribing to get him to even leave the nursery. He never would've been a courageous or heroic warrior, if he'd lived long enough. Minnowkit really didn't trust anyone, even his clanmates and shied away from all who approached. He hated being touched by cats he didn't know and would become easily annoyed if they tried to start up a conversation. Although he was a bit grumpy for a kit, his quirks made up for it. He had a tendency to stick his tongue out when playing mossball, resulting in him biting his tongue on multiple occasions.
That Morning I Died:
"That mouse was as careless as a snail! It was practically dead already!" A triumphant, young warrior called from the clearing. "It smells a bit odd, but then again it was near some Twoleg nest. I'm not surprised." It happened to be Bramblethroat. The young warrior entered the nursery, and he dropped the mouse in front of the queen who was nursing Minnowkit and his siblings. Bramblethroat was gazing down at Minnowkit with a soft purr. "Let him try eating a mouse." The warrior rumbled, before leaving the nursery. "Bramblethroat, he's not old enough!" "Yes he is!" The queen appeared skeptical and cautious, though she took the ruddy warrior's advice.
The queen nudged the mouse towards Minnowkit, unaware of the reek of poison that was masked by the scent of the nursery. "Minnowkit, would you like to try a mouse? This will be your first try at fresh kill." Minnowkit stared up at her, blinking. "Don't you want to share?" He asked, to which she replied with a purr and a shake of her head. "It's your first piece of prey, that's special. It's all for you.
The small kit reluctantly took her suggestion, and began to consume the mouse, flinching at an odd tangy taste from the mouse's blood. "It tastes funny though." He whined, turning to stare up at the queen with wide eyes. She dismissed it as him being picky, though within the next two hours she could tell something was wrong. Minnowkit was complaining of a bellyache, and would writhe spastically on occasion.
It took only a few hours for the poison to take it's full affect, leaving Minnowkit to give a final, pitiful wail, before he began the journey to StarClan, distraught without his mother. He was so lost, and confused for quite some time until he found the energy to move on.

[Sharkie.]

Username: Casper The Ethiopian
Name: Birdkit
Gender: She-kit
Personalty: Birdkit was a happy, outgoing kitten. In life, it seemed like nothing could have stopped her endless flow of childlike energy. She was loved by everyone because of her endless joy.
That Dawn I Died: Birdkit's adventurous nature ultimately killed her. She had snuck out of camp at night and wandered, playing with leaves and twigs as she found them. She grew tired eventually and attempted to find the camp. She became lost and succumbed to the cold, leaving her clan to wonder about her fate.

[wildfur2202]

Username: wildfur2202
Name: Dotkit {Wishes for the name Littlekit or Wishkit}
Gender: female
Personalty: Dotkit is sweet and gentle, and is always being kind to everyone around her. She can take critisim very harshly, but if it's just someone being a bully, she won't stand for it.
That -time of day- I Died:

doing a short on her death--

The mother licked at her kit vigorously. It was moon high, and her only kit, a she-cat, wasn't doing well. She licked the she-kit she named Dotkit earlier, but her temperature was dropping. The she-kit could never make it. A single tear ran down the creamy she-cat's face.

"No, Dotkit, come back!" she wailed.

The kit looked around, she was starry, and another starry she-cat looked at her.

"Who are you?" she squeaked

"I am featherpaw, it's time you go to starclan" she said gently

Dotkit gulped and hesitantly padded after the she-cat. She felt some need to follow her, so she did.