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[Snowlily]

Timberkit
[Hopeless dreams wander along the streams]
[In the empty space between better and worse, Language unravels and irony hurts]

Age
{6 moons}
Gender
{Tom}
Clan
{Rogue || Kittypet || ShadowClan || WindClan || ThunderClan || ^RiverClan}
Rank
{Kit}
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Exterior.

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Summery
{Horrible mottled tom with emerald eyes.}
Pelt
{Like many tabbies, Timberkit has a sprinkled keister with a base tawny pelt. Several flecks overwhelm his jacket, molding aberrant smudges that make him look rather deviant. His pelt is thicker than any of any kit his age, augmenting his irregularity. When it’s wet, it disseminates through his extremities and reduces the abnormality of his coat. That is why Timberkit always prefers to be wet or in the river, so his brimming hair does not propagates. Because the splotches on his scandalmonger jacket look like stains, he looks like a Burmese cat, probably even a main coon cat, who's pelt is always replete. Timberkit, in spite of his gender, becomes very impertinent when it comes to his hair. But he can't do anything about it. It was in his genes to be born that way. Not only does it disturb him when he attempts to hunt, or when he wanted to play with kits in the nursery, but it was a subject of constant mockeries from his playmates. And Timberkit's self-esteem has never been high enough to tolerate such affairs. Bearing in mind that his hair is fluffy, the tarnishes in his pelt form macabre shapes that have been rumored to be a gift from the Devil to the kitten. From the Devil or not, they still make Timberkit appear horrendous. So yeah, Timberkit does not have a pretty jacket.}
Eye
{Eyes? I guess you could call them that. However, what are them? Eyes are the organ of sight, in vertebrates typically one of a pair of spherical bodies contained in an orbit of the skull and in humans appearing externally as a dense, white, curved membrane, or sclera, surrounding a circular, colored portion, or iris, that is covered by a clear, curved membrane, or cornea, and in the center of which is an opening, or pupil, through which light passes to the retina. Yeap, then the pair of orbs in Timberkit's forehead must be his eyes. But they don't look like eyes. They are a pair of nefarious some-what twinkling gyres that cover his forehead. The eyes of many warriors, apprentices, and even kits, are not a pleasant sight, for they hide secrets and have a complexity like no other. But Timberkit's eyes don't even manage to be that complex. They are the simplest things a vertebrate can have. Flies probably even have prettier eyes than him, maybe even bigger. Because he is so timid, his eyes are always narrowed in utter fright. If you manage to discern the color of his eyes, they are green. Sort of. Malachite maybe, the pigment of copper carbonate. His eyes probably also look as dark and petulant as the carbonate mineral when it is burned. So, Timberkit's eyes are not a big deal either; the opposite actually. They are simply gruesome.}
Body
{Not pretty eyes and not a pretty pelt. Few could bear it. So you'd expect StarClan to make Timberkit's anatomy athletic and robust. Wrong. This kit has the weakest and inconceivable body any cat could have. It is just sad. He is six moons old and kittens at his age are at least, twenty inches big, usually even bigger. But he isn't that big. He is tiny, maybe fifteen or sixteen inches tall. His mother never feed him when he was born, making him have the most unsubstantial bones a kit could have. His legs are short and, when you think he must have a beauteous side, he has a twisted tail. It was probably once long, but because of a deformation in his mother's ovary, it never had the opportunity to extend. So instead, it distorted. Yeah, yet again, his body is hideous.}
Special
{Actually, Timberkit has nothing special at all. The only thing outstanding from this kit is how disgusting his physical appearance is. He's probably an ugly duckling that will become pretty when he grows up. But you can never tell. During his last six months of surveillance, he has just shown signs of being ugly.}

Interior.

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Summery
{Bashful, timid, but good hearted. Sounds familiar?}
Positive
{Timberkit's appearance deceives his personality. At least some part of it. StarClan gave the poor kitten a chance and, in spite of making him ugly, they made him smart. More than smart, Timberkit is a prodigy. He has the most acute and unambiguous memory no other rogue, ShadowClanner, WindClanner, or ThunderClanner has ever had. Once his eyes (or the unknown objects on his forehead) perceive a foresight, his mind emulates an exact cognizance of the vision. Not only visual, but also his hearing or audition sound perception is conspicuous. His mind repeats what he saw and what he heard with not a single flaw. Let’s don’t forget his ability to sense the weakest points in an opponent’s body. His bantam sized eyes are probably only useful for this feature. Because they are always constringed, they only manage to focus on one exact point. If they stare at another cat for quite a long time, they can accumulate the physical stats of the creature. So, if Timberkit, had a sinewy body, he’d be a distinguished fighter. Now, StarClan felt so much pity for this individual, they gave him a subsidy. In literature, it’s a personification. It may sound impossible; so impossible nobody alive knows, and anybody who would listen wouldn’t believe. To cease your anguish and confusion, Timberkit happens to understand English. Not only does he talk cat language, he can comprehend humans when they speak. He only knows humans that speak English, therefore making him an English speaker. But if he was adopted by a Spanish or Dutch family, it is his tendency and ability to learn those languages, even more. He can not speak however, but that does not stop him from conceiving it. Overall, this little fella, in spite of his pathetic, rueful, and bloodcurdling appearance, is smarter than any creature alive, maybe smarter than humans. }
Negative
{So what’s wrong about being super smart? Many wish they had his wits. Many envy him. Or at least, they would, if they knew he was that smart. Tragically, Timberkit has a massive defect he has not been able to get rid of. Well, he can’t be blamed. With all his previous experience, nobody would have been able to have self esteem. Timberkit’s negative sides are that he has insecure and things of himself as nothing. He has been called filthy disgrace and lurid monster more than twice. What else could a he think of himself? He loathes every portion of his body and his mind, for being so grim. Even though others reject him, he is so innocent (and yet, so stupid), he admires them and shames himself for tormenting them with his presence. He has only been criticized and degraded, so sharply it came to a point when he has become a masochist. He sometimes hurt himself, yet the damage he impiges himself physiologacy is grander than the bruises in his body. It is not a sexual pleasure, such as the word implies, but it is more of a gratifing pleasure. It is an over-development for a creature his age to feel such desires, but his life history could not intimate another disquietude that could possibly be less complex. I add, yet again, another personification to this character, and ironically, I also augment his complexity. Now we conclude that this tom, after being horrible, is a masochist. StarClan, have mercy!}
Likes and Dislikes
{There are not much things Timberkit likes. The thing he dislikes the most is he.}

History.

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Story
{I never really knew how fate could claw at a cat so cruelly until I met Timberkit. My name is Twilightrose, and I was a warrior of ShadowClan. I was fast and agile, fleet and cunning. Eventually, I became part of StarClan, after I was killed by a disease many others in my clan could not bear. My leader, Hollystar, was also afflicted by it. The medicine cats were the only ones that survived for, as the legend says, they were grazed by StarClan and had a guaranteed life. They called it the ‘Black Death’ period, in the one more than one third of our population died. Before it had pertained my clan, I was a very blissful cat. My happiness did not decrease or increased when I became a StarClanner. Only as a spirit was I able to witness how our ancestors took care of us. The topic was fairly amusing, yet became boring, as the clans have not been more than war and violence.

However, one mignight, I still recall who said it. Bayou was his name. He had previously served RiverClan and had been their leader, but his name had been reduced to something more recognizable. My brother knew him and the tales of estimation and regard he felt for him could not have been more satisfying. During these epochs of vehemency on Earth between the clans, Bayou had constantly been deranged and perturbed. No one really knew why. He had power like few had, as a RiverClanner and even as a StarClanner. Even after he preished, I still saw many RiverClanners following his prophecies and quoting his aphorisms. I was always astounded by the impressive sovereignty that tom had. I still am. Apart from poignant, he was wise. Once the clans' rigor came to a critic point, he came up with a plan. It was clear he had a plan for he went inside his designated den and did not come out months later. By the time he had proposed his modus operandi, few could bear the curiosity. Brief were them, yet his words are still burned in my head:

'The clans, as you have already vouched, have not ceased their infantile and hebetudinous quarrels. No warrior has proved to be worthy or at least to have a benevolent heart. I can not recall the last time we have seen a cat with such characteristics [murmurs of agreement from the audience]. I admit with much dishonor and reproach that not even RiverClan has been able to do such things. Any cat who has is currently in our realms. Yet I believe that somebody like that can help to end these problems. Any clan who proves itself worthy will be treasured and blessed by us for an eternity, unless its value is demeaned. [expectation from the audience]. To recapitulate my idea, I will therefore go straight to the point. To prove which clan is worthy, we will give them a test. We will let the most unfortunate and horrible kit cascade upon them. He will be vulnerable and will have no home or identity. Only a clan merciful enough to accept him will accept him. Those who reject him will be given unfortune misery [surprise and admiration from the audience]. However, there is something about this kit that is special.
When he is welcomed in a clan, he will give the clan bad luck. Bad luck for a month. If the clan bears him that long, good luck will then be given to the clan. The kit will never be in turmoil for we will take care of him. But we will take care of those below if they take care of him.'

Everybody was speechless. I did not know what to say. Some did not agree. Others gawked, groveled, and stared at the great former leader. But at the end, many disagreed, and democracy won. Yet Bayou had predicted that. He had already taken his plan in action. When we heard the news, most cats stirred it rage. But they could do nothing, for the kit Bayou had mentioned had already been living with the Twolegs. He had also given him a name so his life wasn't so miserable. Timberkit, it was. Until then, we could do nothing else but wait for a clan to accept Timberkit.

Recently, our hopes are lost. Timberkit has been a member of all clans and none have the characteristics Bayou had been seeking. All the clans have treated him with repugnancy. We don't have much hope that he will belong in ThunderClan, for it is not very different from the other clans. If ThunderClan fails our test (which is most likely), Bayou has decided to let the kit join us. But he knows the discontent and disappointment we will all feel after we've witnessed how mortal the cats from below us. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somebody will accept Timberkit.}
Birth
{I really don't know how Timberkit was born. All I know is that when a rogue she-cat became pregnant, Bayou determined her kit's destiny and appearance. I did not know much of his past before Bayou introduced his idea to us. I understand that, after he was borned almost deformed, the rogues deserted him, yet about his life as a kittypet, I do not know.}
Dreams
{Timberkit has few ambitions. The path of life has only shown him that he has no place in the world. For being such a small kit, his criteria flourished during his experiences, and he knows life is unfair. However, he dreams of having a friend, or a mother, somebody that can nurture him and return him all the happiness that was deprived from him. Will it ever happen? We do not know. He is a test nobody in the forest has been able to pass.}

Other.

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Author's note
{I hope you don't mind the form I used : ) }

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