Floodkit

Lichenclan

Classic silvered cream tabby tom

Floodkit was born large. It was evident from the day he entered the world that the tom was destined to be taller, broader, stronger than his siblings. His limbs are long, his torso elongated and rectangular, his shoulders heavily set; all ready to develop thick muscle that will aid him in the warrior duties he'll someday face.

As a newborn, Floodkit was covered in pale cream fur – light ginger swirls distinct on his little round belly to announce his tabby markings. As he grows, the light fur grows long and takes on a dazzling silver shimmer that catches in the light. His ginger markings expand, more visible in his thin summer coat and most prevalent on the whorls over his abdomen and the stripes on his legs. His tail is a long plume of luridly long cream fur, usually held raised above him in confidence.

Floodkit has a heavy head. It's as broad as the rest of him capped with tall ears that end in tufts of light fur. He has an intelligent cast to his long face. Head on, his brow is heavy and can make his pale amber eyes look narrowed and keen, like a predator focused on prey. His nose is long and broad, ending in pale pink skin that is settled into a wide maw. An ample muzzle makes for an intimidating display of teeth should he snarl, covered in straight pearly whiskers.

Floodkit is an unassuming cat, not quick to boast, brag or promote himself. He is kind natured to others. He is very aware of his own emotions and thoughts, and takes time to consider them before he acts. He is not impulsive. As a young cat that has little experience in the big wide world, Floodkit is trusting and can be persuaded which leaves him open to manipulation. He also has strong and very innocent ideas of right and wrong which makes him quick to decide whether another cat is good or bad.

Floodkit was born a gentle giant. In an ideal world, in the pacifist Lichenclan of old, he'd have been able to live out his life without ever having that tenderness questioned, or challenged. But it's not an ideal world, and pacifism gasped it’s last breath generations ago.

Falconfire and Wavefrost desired more kits. Examples of perfection in following Starclan's guiding light. This, Floodkit, Falconkit, and Fireflykiy were conceived. But their parent's dream was not to see the light of day as they had pictured it. Falconfire died before his second set of children could even be born. 

Floodkit's early days in the nursery were nice but confusing. It was fun to play with his siblings, and snuggle together in a warm nest each night. But why was mother so distant, so strict, and sometimes so sad? It was a mystery to Floodkit, who picked up on other's emotions quickly. And it becomes something he'll wonder about as the moons go on and she tells them of his father. Great stories, passionately imparted by their mother, of a tom that seemed to carry the stars in his pelt. But Floodkit can't help but wonder, if his father was so great, how could he have perished?