Downykit

Downykit is currently a kit of FallClan.

Name- Downykit

Gender- Tom

Clan- FallClan

Rank- Kit

Family- Sunstriker (mother), Humble (father), Frecklekit (sister), Seedkit and Warblerkit (brothers), Silkfur (adoptive mother), Fireflyleap (adoptive father kind of), Knikflower and Archshade (grandparents), Redsplash and Gorseblaze (uncles)

Friends- uh

Enemies- uh

Appearance
Downykit is a small tom with long, soft white fur. It is mottled with large patches of gray, both pale and dark, and a few swirls of silver. His pelt is thick and smooth, dragging along his frame like downy feathers, hence his name. I don’t exactly remember his eye color, but I think they’re green.

Personality
He’s typically serious, calm, and quiet, if a bit standoffish. I’ll add on to this later.

Kithood
Downykit was born in FallClan. His mother, Sunstriker, died shortly after giving birth to him, his sister Frecklekit, and his brothers, Seedkit and Warblerkit. The four of them were taken in by a stationary queen named Silkfur instead. The only other kits in the nursery became apprentices when Downykit was only one moon old, so for the most part, he and his siblings had the whole den to themselves.

His father was unknown to the Clan, but he was a loner named Humble whom Downykit and his littermates would never get to meet. They were still able to spend time with their grandparents, though - Sunstriker’s parents, Archshade and Knikflower, whenever they went to the elders’ den. Silkfur’s son Puddlepaw often came by as well, for her was FallClan’s only medicine cat at the time and felt responsible for losing their mother. As a result, he wanted to at least have a part in the kits’ lives.

When they were one moon old, an old friend of their mother's - Fireflyleap - moved to FallClan. He sort of filled the role of their father. Downykit didn't dislike him, but he didn't really have any special feelings toward the tom. For the most part, he just felt pretty neutral about him.

Downykit didn’t enjoy running about and playing or exploring nearly as much as his littermates did. He preferred to stay in the nursery and not talk to anyone. He wondered constantly about his parents, and while he respected Silkfur for taking care of him, he never really thought of her as his mother. And while he recognized that Sunstriker’s death hadn’t exactly been Puddlepaw’s fault, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat bitter towards him. He never held it against the apprentice, but he couldn’t shake off the thoughts of what could have been.

Whatever the case, Downykit hasn’t done much yet.