HARTKIT:
She / Her;
Thunderclan Kitten – The knight's retainer, basking in the cold shadow of grander greatness. Quiet and gentle giant, acquiescent and complacent to a fatal fault.
Hartkit's namesake paints the grand picture of a mighty stag, befelled naught by hunter's arrow or bellowing fiend. Late parents likely bestowed such a name onto her for the hopes of a life well lived in fierceness and compassion. Brazen animal etches upon all who utter her name, but she finds it quite hard to live up to such great expectations.
A haunting picture of her late mother, the molly is a spitting image of her mother Leopardtongue. In superficial semblance, Hartkit bears her mother's spotted pelage, winding tail and large paws. How she differs is the rest of her physique, as she grows into proud and imposing stature, just as her father Batwing once did. Queenly in quiesecence, Hartkit stands tall to cast a shadow over many of her peers. Though she despises such a disparity in height between her and her peers, she knows she cannot change it. In her youth, she will be a little smaller than her siblings. In adolescence, she will undergo an unexpected growth spurt, and the eyes that once peer skyward would crane downwards to the earth. Ghostly in face but never pallid in coloration, she often stands behind her family and friends as the sun hides behind the hills and clouds. It seems to many that she does not utilize the full potential of her own strength, but she treats her own body as an immutable curse rather than an unsaid blessing.
Stout and stalwart, Hartkit bears notably large and furry paws. This is one of the most prominent features of the young girl, and one that accounts for much of her clumsiness. Gangling, spindly legs in juvenility find themselves stumbling and tangling even when walking about. With jagged proportions, Hart has a rugged face, even with the downy fluff and peach fuzz. This gives her much of an unintended face that conveys meanness, which often drives many cats away from getting too close to her. This does not stop Hartkit from molding her face consciously, so that angular eyes round themselves out and downturned maw perks upwards. Long hair obscures much of her musculature, but underneath lies lean and lanky bulk. Knots and snarls often mar an otherwise rich-colored coat. Despite the tendency of her silky coat to become bespeckled in dirt and mud and other unsightly things, she takes some care in presenting herself properly.
Sorrel hues stain themselves upon Hartkit's wispy pelt. Dark brunettes sink into sandy tans in a profuse display of color. Hartkit finds herself blending into the earthen tones of the oak forest, giving unto the grand spectacle of her home. Rosetted patterns of chestnut stream spill along her flanks, as though swirls of cinnamon and sand. This grants her a rather fearsome, pardine appearance, as tawny spots flash against mottles of light and shadow. She has deep amber eyes, tinged in resin color and intense as the young morning sun. Keen nose is splotched in ashen and cinder greys.
─ 2 Moons:
BATWING x LEOPARDTONGUE; Sister to Hazepaw, Bravepaw, Cougar, and Foxpaw (adoptive)
✦ GENTLE GIANT WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
─ The first thing that most notice of Hartkit is her undyingly prominent altruism. She refuses to hurt someone, to the point where she often overanalyzes her her own actions in order to avoid as much harm as possible. Always doubting herself in the way of social interactions, Hartkit beats herself up if she does not perform perfectly. It is apt to describe her as a perfectionist, a pedant only to the realm of the self. She also tends to be quite observant at times, nosing in between unsaid lines and often deriving conclusions from perceived intentions. Though, she often derives the wrong emotions from speech, magnified under the lens of her own worries. Anxious of taking up too much space and asking for too much, Hartkit has a tendency to dumb herself down in order to relate more to her peers.
Her kindness extends even to her enemies, as her squeamishness with blood and violence persists well into adulthood. A dove in the garden of adders, her disgust in a society built upon blood and bone sticks out like thorn in a pawpad. In some manners, her conscientuousness sees past the blinding wool of differing allegiances and past actions. Redemption is her ideal, though not always her reality. She is incredibly considerate, though self-sacrificing to a fatal fault. She tends to every cat before herself. In some ways, she enjoys being in a position of power - if cats depend on her, then she certainly must have use.
Prying eyes look at the world as though it were a bundle of new opportunities, a world of wonder and a sea of honey to swim into. Everything is interesting to the gaze undulled by concrete-hued world of adulthood. Though, sometimes her nosiness gets her into trouble - and it likely will in her adolsecence. Likewise, she shows some intolerance for the incurious, believing those that cannot see the everyday beauty of the world are not worth listening to. Although understanding and willing to play mediator, there are some cats she cannot relate to. Those that inflict pain without reason are those she finds she can never get along with. Those that cause pain are regardless looked down upon, but she is deigned to find rhyme in chaos and reason in madness.
Hartkit is clumsy, not only because of her lanky frame and too-big paws but mentally as well. Awkward and ungainly, she often stumbles on her words and fumbles with her paws. In a clan of adept hunters and virtuouses, she finds herself faltering in the field of fishing, hunting, and stealth. She is no lummox or oaf, though - despite how she may appear, she is quick to pick up on new concepts. She makes mistakes quite a lot, and is often cowed from doing so due to her own anxieties. Patience and kindness are essential to allow this little flower to flourish to her fullest.
✦ For your future consideration...
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Shadow of Yesterdays: Overshadowed by the eminent figures of her late parents, Hartkit feels as though she cannot possibly hope to live up to those standards. In childhood, she often shies away from others and their judgment. Even as she grows up, the crushing weight of legacy sinks deep into her, and it seems that she is doomed to always live in the shade cast by her peers.
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Blood in the Water: I fully intend for Hartkit to be a devoted, loyal warrior of Thunderclan. Even as detractors try to pull her elsewhere, she will always find her place in Thunderclan. I do think it would be interesting to have some sort of manipulation or incentive to turn tail from her birthplace, and she has to make the tough decision between gratification and gratitude.
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Strong for her Sake: Hartkit is a bulky, muscular cat, and this fact almost superimposes itself onto every little thing about her. With paws too strong for her own good and clumsy nature knocking her into tough situations and out of the good graces of many, Hartkit soon comes to despise the strength so coveted by others and inherited from her parents. As she grows, she will learn to harness her strength to help others. Most importantly, she will learn to be strong for her own being and not because it simply benefits others.
Miscellanous Notes:
─ I will be transparent in saying that there may be periods of time where I cannot post for a week or two. My life tends to get hectic without much foresight. That being said, I really want to play out Hartkit's life and will do so to the best of my ability!
─ Alternative names (in no order of preference): Stagkit, Leopardkit, Oakkit, Bearkit, Deerkit, Elkkit
─ Future names (in order of preference): Hartbriar, Hartspirit, Hartgorse, Hartflame, Hartwing, Harttongue
