Lionkit of ThunderClan

name. lionkit.

gender. male.

age. two moons.

alliance. thunderclan.

rank. kit.

appearance. at the moment, lionkit isn't exactly the best-looking tom thunderclan has to offer, but he should be soon enough. he has a stocky build, promising strong shoulders and paws. his fur sticks out in every direction, and he can never keep it tidy. the extra fluff makes him look a little overweight, but he's always going on about how his big, not fat. his twin sister likes to tell him otherwise.
lionkit's fur is golden-brown, streaked with darker stripes across his face and legs. they grow fainter around his body, making it hard to tell the difference between stripe and solid. the tips of his ears have an extra tuft at the top, colored snowy white--somewhat like a maine coon. his tail and legs are short, stubby things, causing him to waddle around rather than walk like a normal cat.
the little rascal's eyes are two big, round circles of pale green. they look friendly and trustworthy, like you could tell him anything. now, he may seem innocent, but lionkit is a disaster waiting to happen.

personality. well, to begin with, lionkit is the clumsiest thing on the planet. he can't walk from point a to point b without tripping over his own paws. he might be standing by himself in the middle of nowhere and lose his balance for no reason. he has a tendency to trip over every single rock, leaf, root, or pebble in his way. fortunately for him, he's practically invincible. he might tumble down a cliff, hop to his feet at the bottom, and head back up for another go. he could run into a tree and just keep walking. he likes to totally ignore his clumsiness, as if it never existed.
of course, he's not actually invincible. lionkit is also foolish. he dares others to do foolish things, and he never backs down from a challenge, even if it is dangerous. he has competed with the other kits to see who could climb the farthest, and ended up with a broken leg. he has been dared to walk through a patch of thorns and come out with at least a dozen scratches. he very nearly eat deathberries on one such occasion, but his sister was their to stop him.
the other thing about lionkit is that he's super protective. he always has to know where his family is, what they're doing, who they're hanging out with. it seems a little odd to see such a clumsy, foolish kit protecting his family, but when he's all grown up, he'll be a force to be reckoned with.

history. there hasn't been too many eventful things in lionkit's life, other than a broken leg and a runaway father. you see, his mother, brindlefoot, met a dashing young tom by the name of mudpelt one night at a gathering. she fell head over heels for him, but little did she know, he didn't care for her. she asked to meet him at night on the border, and it went on like this for many moons until she admitted her love for him. he played along and said the same, and guess what? brindlefoot's about to have kits, and mudpelt has left her alone!
during mid-summer, she gave birth to three of them: a striking red she-cat who she named dawnkit, and two identical cream tabbies, a boy and a girl. the first she named featherkit, the second, lionkit.
she raised them without a father, but never told them who he really was. she always said he was a loyal thunderclan warrior who died in battle, and the kits always believed her.
they're lives were fairly normal aside from that. they played and argued like any other kits. then came the daring. it was the kit's favourite thing to do. one cold winter day, lionkit was dared to climb to the ceiling of the nursery. he made it, but dropped a good three feet, and ended up breaking his left hind leg. the medicine cat took care of it quickly, and these days, he still complains about his leg hurting, although the splint is gone.

other. none.