Copperkit_FrostClan // WIP

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Copperkit of the great FrostClan Age 3 moons Gender Female Rank Kit //Me all grown up...// How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS [glow=white,2,300]MOTTLED[/glow] and my eyes are amber.// Scars None Appearance Copperkit is an almost unnoticeable FrostClan kit. Her tiny figure is adorned with long fur. The pattern printed on her pelt is mostly dark calico, with a large splash of white spanning from her muzzle to the tips of her belly. Upon farther inspection, you will find that her tail is unusually long for a FrostClan cat, whose tails are mostly short and fluffy because of the climate of their territory. In demeanor, Copperkit measures up to the middle of an average-height tom's leg, if not a little shorter. When looking at Copperkit head-on, it is impossible not to notice her striking amber eyes. They remind most FrostClan cats of the sun; when it parts through the clouds in golden rays at SunHigh. One more noticeable feature of Copperkit is her very small ears, which would make any tom feel like a rabbit in comparison. In conclusion, Copperkit is a very unique member of FrostClan. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M OUTWARD AND DARING Personality The personality of Copperkit is a very hard thing for any one cat to describe. For example, cats have described her as being a little genious one day, and then a trouble-making rat the next. Most days, though, her personality is quite clear. This member of FrostClan is always trying to lighten the mood, even though she knows her dry sense of humor only pleases herself most of the time. She is arrogant, and unafraid to say so. Also, Copperkit is a bit of an overly-dramatic kit; always speaking like she is the most knowledgeable leader ever to have been born. Perhaps Copperkit does not have a defined personality, after all; her mysterious appearance does raise a few questions. Maybe she hit her head on a rock? Maybe she's from a rival clan? Most likely, only StarClan knows the answers to those questions, and there will always be somethings that clan cats are never meant to find out. Preferences //Secretly a bit passionate about things she doesn't understand// Secret Ambitions //Wants to be leader// Strengths/Weaknesses //Copperkit is sometimes overly daring, and this trait gets her into trouble often// How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE UNKNOWN Family //// Event that Lead to being a Warrior I'm a kit. D: History A lone figure stood silhouetted against the blinding snow of a blizzard. The small, dark, and frail-looking mass lifted a foot and trekked onward dispite the chilling winds. If you took a closer look, you would find that the shape is in fact a dark calico kitten that looks hopeless and underfed. Her once bright eyes are glazed and dull, and her whiskers are going limp. Yet, there is still a fire of hope in her eyes. Even in this seemingly barren land, this loner kitten contains a single flame of light that could shine through the thickest of fogs. Or so you might think. You may only see a frightened cat, doomed to freeze to death, trying to save her hide in a last attempt at life. Whatever your conclusion is, though, the kitten suddenly collapses and is surrounded by cats that seem to melt out of the blizzard. They cradle her, and she is safe in FrostClan, though she apparently cannot remember who her parents are or how she ended up on the top of a mountain. She is safe; for now. Sample RP Copperkit slowly trots into the snow-covered hill, her paw pads splaying as they squish in the ice, causing snow to ooze between her toes. After muttering a grunt of annoyance, the FrostClan cat arches her back and sniffs the soil. Suddenly, a dash of brown and white fur rockets past her and into a thicket of mountain grasses. Delayed by the shock, Copperkit collects herself and sprints off in the direction of the rodent, only to come skidding to a halt. After looking to the right in confusion, she whips her line of vision around and spies the hare bounding away. Growling in fury, the calico feline charged and lept, in a split second crouching low to the ground and uncoiling her legs, sending her propelling through the air. She lands squarely on her target. The next few moments are a blur to her, the thrill of the hunter overtaking her. When she finally comes to, the huntress blinks and realizes she is on a voyage back to her pack's dwelling with a rather medium-weighted hare dangling from her jaws. She then gleefully prances through the protected clearing to share her kill with the rest of FrostClan. With a gasp, Copperkit wakes up in the FrostClan nursery and sighs. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!