Post by Riley on Feb 2, 2021 6:50:42 GMT
Name: Kevin Kestrel
Desired Name: Kestrelstorm
Allegiance: Solitary, future WindClan
Rank: Loner
Age: 26 moons
Birth Moon: Prey moon, 2019
Sex: Tom
Appearance: Reference image It's easy to see where he got the name Kestrel from. His fur shares the same shade of brown as the bird of prey. Even the bands of black on his legs and tail resemble the raptor's spotted feathers. Kestrel has some white on his muzzle, not from age but genetics, and his eyes are a warm yellow color.
Personality: Kestrel has been by himself for so long that he's forgotten what it's like to be around other cats. He's awkward and quiet, speaking softly whenever he does talk because any louder might scare somebody away. He occasionally talks to himself, just for the sake of talking aloud.
He even talks to himself when there IS another cat. More out of habit than being rude. Being rude is the last thing Kestrel wants. He's almost desperate for company, willing to do nearly anything else somebody wants if they stick around. His awkwardness inevitably drives cats away though, and the cycle starts all over again.
History: Atlanta and Georgie were a pair of kittypets that had the good fortune of being neighbors. The two were good friends, having lived next to each other since they were young themselves. They were in fact such good friends that, when the itch of motherhood came to Atlanta, Georgie helped her scratch it, and nothing between them changed.
The kits were named by their twolegs. Chad, Kyle, Kevin, Susan, and Karen. Chad was the oldest and the biggest. He was also the biggest bully. He shoved the others away from their mother during feeding and then, when they were older, away from the food bowls. He ate all the food, even when he wasn't hungry, and left his siblings to fight over scraps. From this, Kevin learned to be wary of cats bigger and stronger than him.
Second in birth order but first in every she-cat's heart, if you asked him, was Kyle. Kyle was something of a heart breaker. He flirted and flounced and complimented and cavorted. He wrapped a she-cat around his paw and, once he'd had his fun and become bored, he avoided her and made excuses for why he disappeared. From him, Kevin learned never to accept face value and look deeper.
Fourth in line, after Keven himself, is Susan. Susan was the nosy gossip of the litter. She got into everybody's business, even the neighbors, and was always the first to run to their parents to tattle if somebody was being naughty. Never tell her a secret or it'll be spread around everywhere by next morning. Kevin learned to keep his secrets to himself, even the harmless ones.
And lastly, there was Karen. Oh, how to describe the youngest in the litter. A manipulative liar only out for herself? A selfish she-demon out for her own gain? A vile conniving cruel witch who caused infighting and arguments for her own amusement? The answer is all of the above. Karen was the least liked out of everyone but acted like she was the favorite. She always acted like she was doing somebody a favor with her backhanded compliments and acted like the victim when somebody defended themselves.
You might be asking yourself 'how does Kevin know all this, kittypets typically get split up'. And while the littermates WERE split up, they lived close enough together that they could still check up on one another.
Despite his problems with each of them, Kevin loved them all. Sometimes though he got the feeling they didn't love him back. They made excuses for why they couldn't hang out and avoided talking to him.
Oddly enough the one who told him the truth was the one who lied the most. Karen seemed to take great delight in ripping his heart out when she told him why.
Apparently his sanctimonious judgement had been cute when they were younger, but now it was annoying. Everyone was thinking it, but nobody wanted to be the one to tell him. Not Karen. Karen didn't like lying. Wasn't it so nice of her to tell him the truth?
Kevin lost all confidence after that. Did his littermates really think that? No, of course not. Karen always lied. One by one though, Kevin asked their siblings. And each one told him yes, he was that annoying. He was always judging their lifestyles and thinking he was better than them.
It wasn't true. It WASN'T. Kevin knew he wasn't better than them. He. Couldn't argue against judging them though. He saw their faults more than their virtues. For the sake of everyone, but most of all himself, he decided to leave. Not just leave them alone but actually leave. Leave them, leave his home, leave his current life.
He made sure to go in the opposite direction of them so nobody could stop him. (Would any of them try to stop them even if they met?) He didn’t want any teary goodbyes. (Would any of them even cry?) From now on, he was a wild cat!
Kevin... wasn't a very good wild cat. Not at first. He'd never had to hunt for his own food before, and he'd always lost all the playfights when they were younger. He wasn't very strong or fast, and he was beginning to think he wasn't very smart either for running away.
Then he met the loner couple Hawk and Vulture. They were only a little older than Kevin but had been loners all their lives. They took him in and taught him everything from hunting to fighting to tracking. They never laughed when he messed up or got angry.
They were fun to be around and Kevin wondered if this was what brothers were supposed to feel like. Even long after he could look after himself, they stayed with him. And, though it made him wary, he asked why. And the two said they were fond of him. They thought of him as their little brother, or maybe an estranged son they only just realized they had.
Either way, they were his family now. Amd Kevin, finally moving on from his former life, renamed himself Kestrel.
Mother: Atlanta
Father: Georgie
Full Siblings: Kyle, Chad, Karen, Susan
Maternal Siblings:
Paternal Siblings:
Offspring:
Desired Name: Kestrelstorm
Allegiance: Solitary, future WindClan
Rank: Loner
Age: 26 moons
Birth Moon: Prey moon, 2019
Sex: Tom
Appearance: Reference image It's easy to see where he got the name Kestrel from. His fur shares the same shade of brown as the bird of prey. Even the bands of black on his legs and tail resemble the raptor's spotted feathers. Kestrel has some white on his muzzle, not from age but genetics, and his eyes are a warm yellow color.
Personality: Kestrel has been by himself for so long that he's forgotten what it's like to be around other cats. He's awkward and quiet, speaking softly whenever he does talk because any louder might scare somebody away. He occasionally talks to himself, just for the sake of talking aloud.
He even talks to himself when there IS another cat. More out of habit than being rude. Being rude is the last thing Kestrel wants. He's almost desperate for company, willing to do nearly anything else somebody wants if they stick around. His awkwardness inevitably drives cats away though, and the cycle starts all over again.
History: Atlanta and Georgie were a pair of kittypets that had the good fortune of being neighbors. The two were good friends, having lived next to each other since they were young themselves. They were in fact such good friends that, when the itch of motherhood came to Atlanta, Georgie helped her scratch it, and nothing between them changed.
The kits were named by their twolegs. Chad, Kyle, Kevin, Susan, and Karen. Chad was the oldest and the biggest. He was also the biggest bully. He shoved the others away from their mother during feeding and then, when they were older, away from the food bowls. He ate all the food, even when he wasn't hungry, and left his siblings to fight over scraps. From this, Kevin learned to be wary of cats bigger and stronger than him.
Second in birth order but first in every she-cat's heart, if you asked him, was Kyle. Kyle was something of a heart breaker. He flirted and flounced and complimented and cavorted. He wrapped a she-cat around his paw and, once he'd had his fun and become bored, he avoided her and made excuses for why he disappeared. From him, Kevin learned never to accept face value and look deeper.
Fourth in line, after Keven himself, is Susan. Susan was the nosy gossip of the litter. She got into everybody's business, even the neighbors, and was always the first to run to their parents to tattle if somebody was being naughty. Never tell her a secret or it'll be spread around everywhere by next morning. Kevin learned to keep his secrets to himself, even the harmless ones.
And lastly, there was Karen. Oh, how to describe the youngest in the litter. A manipulative liar only out for herself? A selfish she-demon out for her own gain? A vile conniving cruel witch who caused infighting and arguments for her own amusement? The answer is all of the above. Karen was the least liked out of everyone but acted like she was the favorite. She always acted like she was doing somebody a favor with her backhanded compliments and acted like the victim when somebody defended themselves.
You might be asking yourself 'how does Kevin know all this, kittypets typically get split up'. And while the littermates WERE split up, they lived close enough together that they could still check up on one another.
Despite his problems with each of them, Kevin loved them all. Sometimes though he got the feeling they didn't love him back. They made excuses for why they couldn't hang out and avoided talking to him.
Oddly enough the one who told him the truth was the one who lied the most. Karen seemed to take great delight in ripping his heart out when she told him why.
Apparently his sanctimonious judgement had been cute when they were younger, but now it was annoying. Everyone was thinking it, but nobody wanted to be the one to tell him. Not Karen. Karen didn't like lying. Wasn't it so nice of her to tell him the truth?
Kevin lost all confidence after that. Did his littermates really think that? No, of course not. Karen always lied. One by one though, Kevin asked their siblings. And each one told him yes, he was that annoying. He was always judging their lifestyles and thinking he was better than them.
It wasn't true. It WASN'T. Kevin knew he wasn't better than them. He. Couldn't argue against judging them though. He saw their faults more than their virtues. For the sake of everyone, but most of all himself, he decided to leave. Not just leave them alone but actually leave. Leave them, leave his home, leave his current life.
He made sure to go in the opposite direction of them so nobody could stop him. (Would any of them try to stop them even if they met?) He didn’t want any teary goodbyes. (Would any of them even cry?) From now on, he was a wild cat!
Kevin... wasn't a very good wild cat. Not at first. He'd never had to hunt for his own food before, and he'd always lost all the playfights when they were younger. He wasn't very strong or fast, and he was beginning to think he wasn't very smart either for running away.
Then he met the loner couple Hawk and Vulture. They were only a little older than Kevin but had been loners all their lives. They took him in and taught him everything from hunting to fighting to tracking. They never laughed when he messed up or got angry.
They were fun to be around and Kevin wondered if this was what brothers were supposed to feel like. Even long after he could look after himself, they stayed with him. And, though it made him wary, he asked why. And the two said they were fond of him. They thought of him as their little brother, or maybe an estranged son they only just realized they had.
Either way, they were his family now. Amd Kevin, finally moving on from his former life, renamed himself Kestrel.
Mother: Atlanta
Father: Georgie
Full Siblings: Kyle, Chad, Karen, Susan
Maternal Siblings:
Paternal Siblings:
Offspring: