Cat Name: Hushkit
Tom or She-Cat: Tom
Favorite Warriors Character(s): Leafpool, Lionblaze, and Tigerheart.
Familiarity with the series: Every book read.
Appearance: Black and white tabby tom with strange amber eyes and a small figure.
Personality:
As his name obviously suggests, Hushkit is rather quiet, about half of the time anyway. However, he is not this because of a case of shyness, nor out of not knowing what to say, it is just out defiance and boredom. Most cats can’t hold his gaze for long, nor can they make him pay attention. He is quite mysterious and will disappear at a moment’s notice. Speaking of which, Hush is very good at going around unnoticed. He can slip out of a sticky situation without being spotted, and can listen in on conversations before his clan mates even know he went missing. Most don’t notice his whereabouts. His paw steps themselves are nothing but a simple whisper here and there. It will make him a great hunter and perfect for sneak attacks. Inside, Hushkit is conflicted and somewhat gone. He has been known to stare at the moon for hours, just sitting there, totally a statue. Why? Some say it’s because of his mother’s disappearance. Maybe they’re right. He wants more. He wants to fight. Even more so, he wants to be noticed. No one notices him. He’s always thrown into the shadows. Sure, he used to get the pity vote for his parents deaths, but that soon passed and he was back to the usual loner-status. Now, it’s not that he doesn’t miss his kin, his sister especially; it’s that he refuses to show it. His feelings are often bottled up and stored away.
When he does talk, Hushkit hasn’t the nicest tone. He has a terrible temper, and often pre-judges a feline before he gets to know them. He is often set off at any little thing, and any tiny mistake. It infuriates him when cats are clueless and when cats are simply too happy. He never wishes to be that joyful, it’s much too easy. Hushpaw hates losing, and is very competitive. To a point where he gets himself in dangerous places. I would say his greatest hate though, above anything else, is being told what to do. He considers himself independent and refuses to take orders from arrogant warriors. Even when he does, he usually purposefully screws it up. Big time. Then blames it on the miserable cat who set him on the task in the first place. His retorts and come-backs are sharp and hurtful and he often doesn’t think before saying what he thinks, as he is that direct sort of cat. He’s gained many cat’s distrust and dislike in this manner. Yeah, you guessed it. Hushkit is also a sarcastic beast. For this reason, no cat could ever describe his personality to be ‘dull’. His vocabulary of teases is incredible and stretches far beyond the average. He is witty and likes to poke at tender spots in a cat’s memories. It’s mean, but he holds back most of the time. From onlookers his arguments and conversations with fellow kits can get a few to chuckle. You’ll know if you’ve gained this cat’s favor if his jabs ebb just a smidge.
Origins:
Born to a Miss Kestrelleaf and a Mister Ragedclaw, Hushkit has a remotely normal kit hood. Wait, what am I saying? No he doesn't. His only sibling to survive, Jadekit, was a polar opposite to him. She was a bubbly, cheerful, loving ball of fur. If anything, Jadekit brightened up his day. Most cats like that would now make him angry. Perhaps she was the reason he eventually learned to hate happy cats. But for now though, she was Hushkit’s light and sun. His mother, never really a queen at heart, left the nursery as fast as she could, letting her two kits be weaned by another mother. Neither minded much as they had each other and came to have a very good relationship with their adopted mom. Sure, their parents were honest cats, but they didn’t feel responsible for their children and often busied themselves to get away from them. Besides his sister, Hushkit was just as quiet and obnoxious as he is now.
They were barely 3 moons old when Ragedclaw’s body was dragged back to camp, limp and lifeless with every ounce of warmth drained from it. His bones were shattered, his eyes were dull, and his mate was distraught with grief. The warriors who had brought him told the clan they had found him at the bottom of a small gorge, dead for hours. Hushkit should have been more crushed, should have felt something at least, but he wasn’t and he didn’t. The thing that really upset him was how suddenly sad Jadekit became. She put on the little façade that she was all right, but he knew she was just hiding under a shell. The subtle differences; the way her head hung, the way her paws dragged just a little bit more, the way her tail drooped a fraction of an inch more, told him how crushed she really was. As for his mother Kestrelleaf, she didn’t do well with the loss. A moon later, she too lay at the bottom of that gorge. Everyone knew it was suicide, not an innocent mistake. Jadekit snapped. Just totally broke into pieces. Hushkit tried to talk to her, make her happier and understand more, but he could tell nothing would help her now. The night after her death she was nowhere to be found. Nor could she be found for the next moon that led up to where Hushkit is now. She was gone and so was that part of him she had taken with her. At the moment, Hushkit, not being the emotional kind of cat but nor the hopeful one, has accepted it with sullen grieving, and moved on. His sun is gone.
He's in RiverClan. :3
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