Cat Name: Antkit
Tom or She-Cat: Tom
Favorite Warriors Character(s): Brokentail, Crookedstar, Hollyleaf and Halfmoon
Familiarity with the series: All of the books, minus a few in the second series.
Appearance: Very small ginger tom with forest green eyes and a fluffy tail.
Personality: The rebellious type, and usually very defensive of his stature and the size of his claws. He is always open for the opportunity to prove himself beyond the boundaries, having the picture in his mind that everyone's expectations are higher than what they actually are, in consequence of his small frame. Though hypocritical to his own condition, Antkit can be very judgmental on those around him, basing their status on hunting and fighting skills alone, rather than looking underneath to the personality the tom doesn't even bother with.
Origins:*
Clan: WindClan
RP Sample (A short paragraph of how you would RP):
Night approached on the horizon, shielding the world from the harsh glares of sunlight, and singing silent lullabies through the music of crickets. The forest was at peace as many creatures lay down in their burrows to rest and await another day. Only for one kit in particular, the night was not a time of resting, but instead a window of opportunity, the hour in which his observers had turned a blind eye; the night of adventure.
Antkit slowly slid out of the nursery, using the still soft pads on his feet to silence the clacking of paw steps on the stone. The ginger kit flicked his ears as the wind buffered the long fur on his tail, nearly dragging him in the opposite direction of his supposed destination. The tom bit his lip to keep from yowling in frustration as he struggled to keep his tiny claws firmly latched onto the small crevices in the rock, and the kitten came to the realization that he had probably chosen one of the worst nights for an outing of the camp. The breeze was harsher than the normal silence gusts of wind(of course, maybe not, as he was much smaller than everyone else and obviously much less experienced for this type of thing). After a few more tries with his method of slow steps, Antkit gave into the wind, taking heed to the plea of his small aching muscles.
With a depressed sigh and a heavy heart, Antkit clawed his way back to the cave-like den, no cat noticing his so called escape attempt. Antkit slid down into the soft feathers of his nest, in hope that he would be lulled into sleep by the snores of his clanmates, in conclusion causing him to forget his failed mission and his cowardly retreat.
