Post by && oleander on Dec 26, 2007 23:22:56 GMT -5
X marks the spot && Compasskit
onward to the treasure && Femme
all the way north && Newborn
never look back && Rain
no regrets && Kit
no apologies &&
Click
Small, elegant, brown and white, black-banded tabby with beautiful sea-green eyes.
the open road &&
Compasskit is a delicate female, built more for flight like a cormorant or swimming like a dolphin more than running like a bear. She is strong, though, in her own way, but we’ll save the best for last. Her body curves elegantly, as if shaped by a waterfall’s passing. She’s unique and exquisite, dedicated to a body that seems demeaning compared to what she is. She is small, true, but she is young and will blossom into a willowy being in time. However, we are digressing. Let’s get to the point.
Compasskit’s body stays sturdy on tiny, pink-padded paws. Here, slivers of starlight band together in the form of ivory for her claws that are hidden within her paws. No way are her limbs titanic. They are lissome, extending from paw to shoulder and hip in firm, athletic joints that beg for use in another field such as flying or swimming, but no, they got stuck with walking and here they shall stay. Compasskit’s limbs attach to a firm set of shoulders and her pelvis, which are both aligned with her slender spine that also elongates to her, rather short, tail.
In the other direction, however, her spine leads to a graceful, queenly neck. Placed upon this pedestal is a regal, rounded face with a button-like muzzle that ends in a pink nose that has a tiny speck of black on its corner pocket. Rimmed in black are her eyes, wide and round as lighthouse beacons, that are a mysterious shade of blue-green. The outermost circle is light-green and the innermost is a sort of teal-ish tone, almost the color of a catalpa leaf.
Compasskit is a pretty cute kitten, I suppose. She’s a short-haired tabby with fluffy fur, wispy on her chest and tail and more compact on the bulk of her body. She is a combination of white, mixed shades of brown, and even some gray hairs mixed in with the brown. Her sturdy chest, belly, muzzle, paws and collar are colored white, ending with a teardrop formation on her muzzle and a pointed tip on the bottom part of her tail. A raccoon-like mask of tawnies and siennas ring her eyes, and stripes and blots of black take over from her forehead down through the rest of her pelt, banding around her legs and tail and even branching off with the gray hairs thrown randomly here and there.
can't you find me? &&
Compasskit is known for speaking respectfully to others and never using contractions. Compasskit also has a number of other odd personality traits. One such trait is her apparent lack of common sense, believing at times that she can get what she wants by not wanting it. At other times, she takes copious mental notes, but forgets that she cannot check them during a fight. She also has a keen sense of honor and respects her opponents, refusing to hold grudges against those who have defeated her and returning favors to those that have helped her. Compasskit feels others should show the same respect, and is disgusted whenever someone is unnecessarily cruel to their opponent. Compasskit’s attempts to prove and better herself will be recurring themes for her actions throughout her life. She is generally optimistic and believes that with hard work and passion, she can surpass natural genius, but can be prone to depression when faced with setbacks.
She has good humor and is very understanding, the type of friend that you can wake up at any point in time if you need a shoulder to cry on. She is easy-going, open-minded, and gentle-hearted. She was the most mature and calm one of the litter, almost the point of being scary and being exiled in the eyes of some of her siblings because she was too “weird” for them. Compasskit, like her name, can find anything once she has seen it at least one time, no matter how small it may be. Because of this trait, she enjoys exploring and adventures in order to memorize her surroundings.
the clock struck one &&
Sinnerwing met Owl on a dreary day in Leaf-fall. She was beautiful, charming, a succubus. He was handsome, suave, a skilled player. They fit like puzzle pieces and before long, Owl discovered that she was pregnant. She was horrified. This had never happened to her before! She had mated with many toms and only Sinnerwing had made to her womb. Now, she was more than horrified; she was furious! Sinnerwing, however, refused to have his kits killed. Owl pawned the three off to him and he took them back to his home in RainClan, claiming that he had discovered a dead loner queen and her starving kits. They were given to a RainClan queen and suckled, except for the one Sinnerwing called Compasskit. Her two brothers, Rowankit and Creekkit, kept pushing Compasskit out of the nest. When Sinnerwing discovered this, he scolded Rowankit and Creekkit, who reluctantly let their sister feed as normal, but she refused! Rowankit and Creekkit immediately felt repulsed at the sight of their sister, the weird one, the oddball, the too-good-for-milk Compasskit. So she was dumped on the side like a ragdoll, to be ignored for the time being until someone actually cared.
dreams lost and found &&
Owl [mother]
Sinnerwing [father]
Rowankit; Creekkit [brothers]
unknown symbols in the sky &&
onward to the treasure && Femme
all the way north && Newborn
never look back && Rain
no regrets && Kit
no apologies &&
Click
Small, elegant, brown and white, black-banded tabby with beautiful sea-green eyes.
the open road &&
Compasskit is a delicate female, built more for flight like a cormorant or swimming like a dolphin more than running like a bear. She is strong, though, in her own way, but we’ll save the best for last. Her body curves elegantly, as if shaped by a waterfall’s passing. She’s unique and exquisite, dedicated to a body that seems demeaning compared to what she is. She is small, true, but she is young and will blossom into a willowy being in time. However, we are digressing. Let’s get to the point.
Compasskit’s body stays sturdy on tiny, pink-padded paws. Here, slivers of starlight band together in the form of ivory for her claws that are hidden within her paws. No way are her limbs titanic. They are lissome, extending from paw to shoulder and hip in firm, athletic joints that beg for use in another field such as flying or swimming, but no, they got stuck with walking and here they shall stay. Compasskit’s limbs attach to a firm set of shoulders and her pelvis, which are both aligned with her slender spine that also elongates to her, rather short, tail.
In the other direction, however, her spine leads to a graceful, queenly neck. Placed upon this pedestal is a regal, rounded face with a button-like muzzle that ends in a pink nose that has a tiny speck of black on its corner pocket. Rimmed in black are her eyes, wide and round as lighthouse beacons, that are a mysterious shade of blue-green. The outermost circle is light-green and the innermost is a sort of teal-ish tone, almost the color of a catalpa leaf.
Compasskit is a pretty cute kitten, I suppose. She’s a short-haired tabby with fluffy fur, wispy on her chest and tail and more compact on the bulk of her body. She is a combination of white, mixed shades of brown, and even some gray hairs mixed in with the brown. Her sturdy chest, belly, muzzle, paws and collar are colored white, ending with a teardrop formation on her muzzle and a pointed tip on the bottom part of her tail. A raccoon-like mask of tawnies and siennas ring her eyes, and stripes and blots of black take over from her forehead down through the rest of her pelt, banding around her legs and tail and even branching off with the gray hairs thrown randomly here and there.
can't you find me? &&
Compasskit is known for speaking respectfully to others and never using contractions. Compasskit also has a number of other odd personality traits. One such trait is her apparent lack of common sense, believing at times that she can get what she wants by not wanting it. At other times, she takes copious mental notes, but forgets that she cannot check them during a fight. She also has a keen sense of honor and respects her opponents, refusing to hold grudges against those who have defeated her and returning favors to those that have helped her. Compasskit feels others should show the same respect, and is disgusted whenever someone is unnecessarily cruel to their opponent. Compasskit’s attempts to prove and better herself will be recurring themes for her actions throughout her life. She is generally optimistic and believes that with hard work and passion, she can surpass natural genius, but can be prone to depression when faced with setbacks.
She has good humor and is very understanding, the type of friend that you can wake up at any point in time if you need a shoulder to cry on. She is easy-going, open-minded, and gentle-hearted. She was the most mature and calm one of the litter, almost the point of being scary and being exiled in the eyes of some of her siblings because she was too “weird” for them. Compasskit, like her name, can find anything once she has seen it at least one time, no matter how small it may be. Because of this trait, she enjoys exploring and adventures in order to memorize her surroundings.
the clock struck one &&
Sinnerwing met Owl on a dreary day in Leaf-fall. She was beautiful, charming, a succubus. He was handsome, suave, a skilled player. They fit like puzzle pieces and before long, Owl discovered that she was pregnant. She was horrified. This had never happened to her before! She had mated with many toms and only Sinnerwing had made to her womb. Now, she was more than horrified; she was furious! Sinnerwing, however, refused to have his kits killed. Owl pawned the three off to him and he took them back to his home in RainClan, claiming that he had discovered a dead loner queen and her starving kits. They were given to a RainClan queen and suckled, except for the one Sinnerwing called Compasskit. Her two brothers, Rowankit and Creekkit, kept pushing Compasskit out of the nest. When Sinnerwing discovered this, he scolded Rowankit and Creekkit, who reluctantly let their sister feed as normal, but she refused! Rowankit and Creekkit immediately felt repulsed at the sight of their sister, the weird one, the oddball, the too-good-for-milk Compasskit. So she was dumped on the side like a ragdoll, to be ignored for the time being until someone actually cared.
dreams lost and found &&
Owl [mother]
Sinnerwing [father]
Rowankit; Creekkit [brothers]
unknown symbols in the sky &&