Post by ravenfeather on Jul 9, 2012 22:12:22 GMT -5
Even as a kit Mist had been an outcast. Always blamed for her brothers actions, and eventually, she started doing them herself. Her brother, Reaper, was always mimiking and taunting other kits. Mist -like a good little kit- followed his excample. Then Reaper took it too far. He was taunting a fox kit, and Mist followed his actions, nipping its nose, biting hard on its tail. Not a care in the world where its mother was at... until it killed Reaper with one bite to the throat. Horrorfied, Mist had ran and ran away, never wanting to see a fox again... only to run into its den. Everywhere she turned a fox pup was nipping at her, running at her, biting her. One word was all she could make out from them. "Revenge, Revenge!" They had chanted. Mist, scared half to death cried for her mother or father. She was surprised to see a healthy tom rescue her, but he was barely in time to save her life. The mother was coming. Turning they fled together. A start of a new friendship. Mist was trembling uncontrollably when they stopped and it didnt help that her savior was angrey with her.
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"WHAT KIND OF KIT ARE YOU?! THINKING YOU COULD JUST TAUNT A FOX LIKE THAT?!" Mists heart faltered for a moment. The tom added, more gentle. "Whats'er name, kit?" Mist stared with wide eyes. "M-mist, sir"
_____________________________________________ From then on the stranger took care of her. His name; Storm. Then, meerly 5 months later, her town caught fire. As far as Mist knew, she was the only surviver. She got into more trouble. From another run-in with a fox, to a fight with a badger, to a meeting of a pack of rogues. She could go on and on and on, but that would just bore everyone.
Name: Mist
Age: (Right now) 16 Months
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Pelt: Soft blue-silver, turkish-van head markings (Dark grey markings), Tabby tail, Socks-stripes
Eyes: Blue-green
Siblings: Reaper
Mother: Rain
Father: StormRage (Dead Warrior)
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
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"WHAT KIND OF KIT ARE YOU?! THINKING YOU COULD JUST TAUNT A FOX LIKE THAT?!" Mists heart faltered for a moment. The tom added, more gentle. "Whats'er name, kit?" Mist stared with wide eyes. "M-mist, sir"
_____________________________________________ From then on the stranger took care of her. His name; Storm. Then, meerly 5 months later, her town caught fire. As far as Mist knew, she was the only surviver. She got into more trouble. From another run-in with a fox, to a fight with a badger, to a meeting of a pack of rogues. She could go on and on and on, but that would just bore everyone.
Name: Mist
Age: (Right now) 16 Months
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Pelt: Soft blue-silver, turkish-van head markings (Dark grey markings), Tabby tail, Socks-stripes
Eyes: Blue-green
Siblings: Reaper
Mother: Rain
Father: StormRage (Dead Warrior)
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A