[Role]

Name:
Flamekit/paw/heart
Flame- after his ginger pelt and after his parent
Heart- his kind heart and fiery personality

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Flamekit

Personality:
Flamekit is very confident and energetic. He loves to tease others and mess with them. Playing pranks is his game, even if it results in a scolding. From sensitivity to toughness, Flamekit's got it all. As charming as he can be, he holds insecurities. He wonders if others really do care about him or if they're just being polite. He wonders if he's good enough. He wonders about anything that makes him feel bad, which ultimately causes him to feel worse. Flamekit may be self-conscious, but at least he has his charm.

RP Sample:

 

Whitestep's wide green eyes shot open in surprise as a flood of water filled the nursery. "Owlkit, Hollykit, Willowkit, Berrykit!" Her kits yowled in surprise and slowly came over to her. "We must leave," she hissed. Owlkit's eyes were round with worry. Willowkit and Berrykit pressed closer to each other. Hollykit whimpered. Being the smallest kit, Hollykit was in more danger than all five of them. Whitestep nudged them in single file out of the nursery. "Hurry kits," she urged desperately. The water was nearing her belly as she ventured out in the flood. Her kits were on their toes. "Swim!" Her order reached Owlkit and she turned around to repeat the order. "Swim everyone," she demanded. The kits swam with great difficulty, but Hollykit in particular thrashed around in a panicked frenzy. His choked cry was drowned out by the rushing water. "Hollykit!" Whitestep bent down and lifted him up. Hollykit desperately coughed out the water and fell limp. Anxiety pricked her heart. Was he dead? That question chilled her more than the rushing water did. "We must hurry," Whitestep told her kits through clenched teeth as they neared the hill. "Keep going!" The kits and their mother hurried up the hill. Hollykit whimpered and twitched. Stay strong young one, she willed silently. Setting her kit down she began to swiftly dry his fur, then Willowkit's, then Berrykit's and finally Owlkit's. Once their fur was groomed the wrong way, Whitestep remembered a familiar face in her mind. Leafclaw! How could she have forgotten. Rising to her paws, she parted her jaws in a yowl. "Leafclaw! Are you here?" ...No response. "Leafclaw!" Her voice rose to a desperate, shrill cry. Rain battered her pelt as she felt more numb than her paws. "Leafclaw," she whimpered, doubt edging her mew. "Be safe."

PPD/Activity: 4.40 (Im not in very active roleplays...)

@tawny~