Sandkit | masculine | AspenClan

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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 Sandkit of the great AspenClan Age five and seven-eighths moons Gender masculine Rank kit//to-be medicine cat apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS tan and my eyes are green and blue Scars none. Appearance Fur as tan as the sand, his pelt may almost glow a creamy white in the moonlight. Sandkit is generally based and sized up as a small cat with plain tan fur; by looks from a distance you can only tell of his basic tan pelt and and maybe even a slightly darker sock complexion. However, as you draw closer, and your mind's eye can look past the deep tan pelt, you may begin to notice the actuality of his pelt, and what might make him seem more original and not ushered in with a type of generality and more as an abstract character. Likewise, if you have the mind to look at the tom in a different perspective, you may notice the actual colour of his pelt. His pelt is made up of a variety of tans, not just one plain tan in general. As a confusion, the tans are all only slightly darker or slightly lighter then one or the next, making it seemingly impossible to observe and hypocritically enjoy the difference. Together, the ranging pelt pattern makes up his general tan, and hit from different light perspectives, his colour of tan may seem different from one day to the next, giving the impression of a multicoloured switch one's notice verifying. Besides the originality of his pelt, his eyes are one amongst others. Unlike most cats, who's eye color maintain the same colour in both opposing eyes, his left eye is a magnificent sea green, as one of a day of hot sailing, while the other is a sky blue, as when the sun is at it's highest peak on the warmest day of the winter. They, together, can give a seeker a startling, uncomfortable glare, or a soft, kind look, depending on the mood of it's user. Alas, despite his longing and desire to be strong, he is just one small speck of a kit, a runt to be said. Although quite energetic, he has not the muscles to give any lasting damage to a warrior and it's not for lack of trying either, but because of his physical ability to not do so. Through his physical ability, though, you may say he looks quite handsome, and his lack of muscles is nothing to be said that may alter that. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M stubborn AND caring Personality Sandkit is an altered form of Jayfeather, hypothetically. He takes after a bit of what you might call his stubborn and impatient mood to become a medicine cat, yet it stops at a fact where he grumbles all the time. Now, much against his inclination to following that of the rules of a medicine cat, he will not sulk the entire time, though may be prone to be sarcastic and impatient with the bit of it. Impertinence can describe him on some occasions, but it has gotten to the point where he has almost given up on the fact that he may actual get into being a regular apprentice than stuck in the medicine cat den. Despite his lack of excitement to become one, he does his job well, and be called kind and caring at most times, seeing as he has to. Not many see his side of reluctance to the den and his lack of power to turn away from it. Preferences being a warrior -- being a medicine cat, fighting -- herbs, StarClan -- Dark Forest. Secret Ambitions To someday show everyone that he can become a warrior Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths;; memorization of herbs, graceful on his paws, swimming, negotiating, holding his temper Weaknesses;; lack of muscle, unable to fight well, hiding most of his feelings, following the medicine cat rules, as well as some warrior rules How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Rumblebelly AND Heatherlight Family Father;; Rumblebelly Mother;; Heatherlight Event that Lead to being a Warrior n/a History Sandkit was the only kit born to Rumblebelly and Heatherlight, as he was the only one, one might think that he was cherished, or charmed --but he wasn't, his parent's could have thought less of him then a speck of dust. As he was the only one, you can't really tell if he's the smaller of the litter or not --but this time, it was really evident. He was as small as a pebble on a sandy beach, and nothing to look at at that. His parents were known for being great warriors, and only mated together to sire up a healthy, and strong kit. The disappointment they recived was too much, and they died alone, greiving for the loss of having a nice fit and healthy son. Sandkit was left to suckle from another queen, and he did so without complaint, never realizing the true reason why his parents left until he was to be apprenticed. Before he was to be apprenticed, his dreams of being a warrior were shattered by one small aspect. He was playing around the Nursery with a few other friends, excitment making all their whiskers twitch, for, in a moon, they would all be aple to become apprentices. As a ball of moss flew towards him, he heard a she-cat cry out, and immiedatly turned toward the sound, alarm in his gaze, his paws itching nonstop. The moss hit him square in the back of his head, and he fell over dazed. As he stood up, he asked his friends if they should go and help the cat. In response, they asked, what cat? And then began to play. Curiosity got the better of Sandpaw, and he trekked where he heard the scream, surprisingly, following it to the medicine cat den. When he asked what was wrong, Silversoul looked at him with deep, grave eyes. "It's a sign, Sandpaw, if you understand it...-" Sandpaw peered down at this so-called-sign, sqinting at what seemed to be a pile of sea-salt and rocks. His eyes widened as he understood. "No! No," he yowled, "This isn't what I want!" Sample RP Sorrelpaw's flicked back to this morning, "I hope you're feeling rested, then?" Skyseer asked. Sorrelpaw answered quickly, "Oh yes, very rested on the contrary, I feel like a new cat!" As she ended, she realized just how stupid that had sounded, she was quickly going to add something when she stopped. She watched as Skyseer sorted out a pile of herbs absentmindedly, he carefully placed each one into the correct pile, prudent not to tear or rip any of the leaves. The more she watched, the more mesmerized she seemed to get, until it was only her eyes moving, back and forth, back and forth in between the pile of unsorted herbs, to the pile of sorted herbs between Skyseer's paws. She was so deep into a trance that she didn't hear the business paws of the warriors, swarming outside of Skyseer's - now her - den. Neither did she hear the anxious whispers of the apprentices as a cat limped into camp. Sorrelpaw's senses flooded with a tangy scent in the pile to the right of Skyseer's foot - no.... Sorrelpaw suddenly noticed the deformed foot. How could she have never noticed it before? She was drenched in pity, but she tried not to show it - most cats didn't want or except another cat's pity. Her face was stone. - not angry or bored, just some lack of emotion. She was excellent at that, she had picked it up from Juniperfur. It would have been different if Sorrelpaw had any empathy to offer, but all she had was sympathy, and as said before, most cats wouldn't take that. She waited as an uncomfortable silence took place between mentor and apprentice. Sorrelpaw started to get impatient, she wanted to learn! Coming here was everything she could do for her clan, why wasn't she learning anything? Didn't he like her? She was filled with dread as she realized the possibility of Skyseer not liking her. She wouldn't mind, but that would make learning all the much more complicated, plus she knew that if mentor and apprentice had a good bond, things would go ever so more smoothly. As she finally looked up from her long gaze at her feet, she saw Skyseer grinning at her, he must have not noticed her absence from the world for that brief period of time. She gave him a small smile. She noticed that he moved a fraction to the left, ever so slightly. He must want me to sit there, she thought silently to herself. She sat down and watched as he got up and retrieved something from the shelf stocked with herbs. What herb was he going to show her? She looked at him, a dubious look on her face as he set two (2) pebbles down in front of her, "My mentor taught me this game when I was starting my apprenticeship," he started to explain, "If you want to learn, I guess the best way is to dive into it, right?" He waited as she nodded slightly, but not unenthusiastically. He looked a little flushed, as if he wasn't sure what he was doing. Mousebrain, he's a mentor, of course he knows what he's doing, she scolded herself. She examined the pebbles, both were smooth, and rounded, by the ocean she assumed. One was slightly bigger than the other, it was a dull gray with a patch of green on the underneath. She looked at the other, it was smooth, but to the side, there was a small jut mark, so it wasn't perfectly round. However, to make up for it's incompleteness, it was shiny, and a smart pink tint rolled into it's gray coat. It shined in the sunlight. The later was to her favor, but not because of the color or of it's shininess, but because it was different. The jutting edge made it all the more different. It reminded her that not every one was perfect as she had always wanted to be. As she observed the two pebbles she thought what this was for. Did he want her to chose with one, as if to test her. Which was the right one? Panic gripped her, what if she chose the wrong one? "Did you want me to chose a pebble?" she asked quietly 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

[Kathryn]

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