Sacredkit

LichenClan

a runty blue-and-white mackerel torbie tom w/ amber eyes.

A diminutive tom, Sacredkit boasts little in the way of physical attributes; in fact, he is rather uninteresting, himself being rakishly thin and too-long of limb, with thick and wild furs that rarely ever seem to rest comfortably against his frame. Similarly are his colors unimpressive. Blue mackerel tabby furs made odd only in the odd breaks of cream fur that punctuate it amid the breaks of white at the muzzle, throat, and paws. And yet, for his plainness, there is a wolfishness about him—something in the glare of his amber eyes that is further exacerbated by his gauntness that might cause some to balk in his wake, for his is the gaze of one who is half-wild, a sentiment echoed in his very nature.

Born to believe himself destined for greatness, one need never question how Sacredkit views himself, for it is highly. He is of royal and dignified blood, one which has instilled in him an audacious and ambitious nature unquelled by the better sense that comes with age. And so is his head filled with wild fancies—dreams of conquering age-old folds and returning the Clan to its former glory, of besting dissenters of the Old Way so that they might come to accept and revere it as he has been raised to do. So is his self-importance—lofty and unfettered, so that he believes he is capable of such things without first wondering how he might first get there or what to do after. Such things matter little to him; he exists only in the moment and lacks the forethought to think beyond it, thus acting accordingly.

It is his impulsive nature that gives rise to the bulk of his hardship. He does not care for the sweetening of words but rather for saying them forthrightly. And should his temper—of which is exceptionally delicate and easily goaded—be vexed, he is not above a certain cruelness and conceitedness toward his peers and rarely ever delays in inflicting such tendencies onto others. For how could he, StarClan’s chosen, be wrong in their feeling? And how, he will often wonder, can others not see the world as he sees it or the righteousness in all that he does and believes? Such is his nature, and it will be a long time in changing.

00 MOONS
0 Moons ago, the Aftermath… During times of uncertainty and bloodshed, many grew careful about when to bear their litters into the world. Warm and prosperous springs—that was when kits ought to be thought of, and yet, Sacredkit and Holykit were born amid a tumultuous and war-torn winter. And not without consequence; though their lungs rattled with fierce wails, two others lay silent and cold. But nothing could be done for them, and so Wavefrost and Falconfire looked upon what remained of their brood and were satisfied, granting them names of reverence and filling their heads with ambitions and stories of the stars and the Old Way.