Dovekit

ThistleClan

White tom with brown and black patches and blue eyes

Dovekit earned his name from the soft, milky white of his fur at his birth. The little kit was pure as the driven snow, so to speak, but gradually, he has been darkening. Not to the extent of some of his pointed sisters, though, quite the opposite. He remains mostly white, developing spots of brown that vary from faint to very dark in the echoes of colorpoint hidden beneath his white. The spots are on his ears, one on either side of the front of his muzzle, a spot above his right eye like an eyebrow, his tail and a large spot on his right side over his flank. The fur over his body is short, but thick, lending a bit of size to his otherwise diminutive posture.

Though he has big dreams of growing up to be a big tom like many of the giants in the warriors den, it’s not in the cards for this little lad. His stature is short and it’s not going to get much taller as he grows into adult-hood. In addition to less height, he is proportionately smaller than many of his Clanmates. As a kit, he dreamed of one day towering over his mother and sisters, but alas, he isn’t even in as high a weight class as them. His tiny size gives him the benefit of speed and agility though, should he choose to hone such abilities.

Everything about Dovekit is round. His face is round, his eyes, icy blue, are quite round, his ears are rounded, his paws are round, his belly is round, his tail ends bluntly which also make him look soft and round. The look of permanent youth and innocence haunts him as he longs to be taken seriously or appear as a fearsome warrior with resting mean face. But it’s just another thing wide-eyed Dovekit will never know.

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Dovekit demands to be the center of attention wherever he goes. He is a boisterous little thing, loud and confident and certainly no stranger to bragging. He relishes attention from wherever he can get it and, as he ages, will start to actively seek the attention of his female Clanmates. As he becomes an adult, he will grow to appreciate the female form much like his father does. For now, he just wants every cat to pay attention to him and only him. He is quick to become jealous if he feels one of his sisters is getting more attention and is prepared to do whatever it takes to put all eyes on him. Dramatic and selfish, it’s not uncommon to see Dovekit throwing temper tantrums until he gets his way.

The little kit never seems to tire, he can go for days, so to speak, before crashing hard. Once asleep, hardly anything can wake him. He is always wanting to play and horse around, even when there is work to be done and quickly grows bored if the task isn’t stimulating enough. This means chores are extremely difficult for him as he often wanders away before the chore is complete. It’s exceptionally difficult for Dovekit to sit still and his paws are almost always fidgeting as a result.

Dovekit idolizes his parents and in his eyes, they can do no wrong. He is vaguely aware of some rivalry between his father Yewthorn and his uncle Firfoot, but as far as he concerned there is no competition. Yewthorn grinds Firfoot to dust in every aspect in the young tom's eyes. He is wary of his father's siblings, but does not outwardly dislike them. He takes his cues for many social interactions from his parents and develops opinions on cats based on what Yewthorn and Morningmist think.

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Dovekit was born as the third kit in a litter of four to ThistleClan warriors Morningmist and Yewthorn. He is coming into the world hot and although he is young, is already looking for all the trouble he can make. He loves his parents deeply and he loves his sisters, but only under the condition that they understand that he is the most important one of the litter. 

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