Its all that pent up *{ SORROW }*

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Sorrowkit

I'll find you in the stars

Name:

I used to be love, but now they call me sorrowkit

Age:

They say that it isn't relevant, though I am told I was only four moons old, when I left my previous clan.

Rank:

Though I have joined the ranks of starclan, I am still only a kit.

Gender:

A she-cat I be.

Clan:

I reside in the starry ranks of the great clan above. But I remember a time when they called me a thunderclan kit.

Personality:

I was always the troublemaker, and the mischevious one. I often end up hurting cats, even when I don't mean to. When I do I feel regret and sorrow over the harm my actions have caused. If I am not in trouble then I am most likely apologizing for something I did. But I seek out trouble, and enjoy the thrill of it. I am of even temperment and am somewhat shy. I don't show off, or strut around with a bloated head. I can be vindictive at times, sometimes not realizing it. Despite this I am very amiable to be around, and often can provide great entertainment. I am always saying sorry, and I mean it.

Description:

Grey stripes cover my smooth black pelt, and stars gleam under them. Black nose, paws, and tip of tail add distinct character to my appearance. Larger paws, and a petite body size, give a somewhat gangly cute kitten look. Big round bright blue eyes, beautiful yet peircing. Soft downy like grey and black fur, that still stands up, covers my whole body. The grey tiger pattern stripes intermingles with black and the small pinpricks of light like stars, gleam in my fur.

History

I was born to wonderful thunderclan parents, that I could have asked nothing more of. My father was the leader, and my mother a loyal warrior. For three moons I was able to enjoy my life as a thunderclan kit. Constantly in trouble, and constantly getting out of it. I loved my clan mates and my siblings. Everything was well. Then in my forth moon of life I was afflicted with a terrible sickness. The medicine cat tried very hard but wasn't able to heal me. I have never been the strongest kit anyways. I struggled nearly a month, hanging onto what life I had left. And it was with great sorrow that my frail body finally gave in. After barely living four moons, Starclan claimed me as their's. Now I roam in the starry plains of paradise. Still making mischief and occasionaly appearing to medicine cats in their dreams.

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