Post by Seastorm on Jul 19, 2008 18:49:13 GMT -5
[Name]
. Halloween
[Status]
. Loner/kittypet
[Gender]
. She-cat
[Age]
. Three years, 36 moons
[Personality]
Distant, but friendly; self-centered, but selfless; blatant, but slippery. She doesn't hate twolegs, likes them even, and knows far more about them then the average clan cat, and so knows that there's a big difference between a bad one and a good one. She's not owned by anyone, with no sense of responsibility or loyalty; or so she says.
[History]
Her mother was a kittypet. Her father was a kittypet. Her twoleg family, if one could call it that, named her Charlie. A year after her birth, 12 moons, there was a fire. Though no one was hurt, the family was forced to give their cats up. But before she could be placed in a cage to be shipped off to who-knows-where, the young she-cat made a run for it, and got away.
After roaming the streets for a few days, she was finally adopted once more the night of Halloween. Her next twoleg named her after that night, and treated her well. But eventually, Halloween thirsted for a wilder life. When she came upon a group of patrolling clan cats in her daily expeditions into the forest, they attacked her. A normal kittypet wouldn't have stood a chance, but Halloween was in no way pampered. She held her own in the fight until somene finally caught on that the tresspasser wasn't just going to be chased off. Finally the fighting stopped, leaving Halloween with quite a few scratches but nothing serious, and the cats began to explain their way of life to her.
It was interesting. But it wasn't something the loner wanted. She declined a grudging offer to see their leader, and from then after kept off the clan cats territory.
Halloween developed a temporary liking for a loner tom at one point, and though she doesn't care for him anymore, the short time spent together resulted in a litter of kits which she gave to DiamondClan- Demonpaw, Dawnpaw, Bearpaw, and Silverpaw.
Currenty, she'll only stay in a twoleg nest during nights. For the day, Halloween can be found somewhere in the loner lands. She'll sleep with her twoleg some nights; other nights she'll end up staying in the house of another cat-friendly twoleg. Sometimes she'll choose to sleep under the stars.
[Roleplay Example]
...do you really need this from me? Oh well, what the heck.
Halloween shivered in the light of the full moon as a breeze ruffled her fur. Her paws shifted slightly on the shingles of the roof she stood on as she watched the night through narrowed eyes. An ear flicked. There was a small scar there, from a battle long passed, but the she-cat barely gave it another thought. This was her territory. She coexisted with these twolegs, (even the ones that seemed to hate cats with a passion) and was proud of that. After all, what clan cat could understand a twoleg? Communicate with one?
Her tail flicked as she saw a rat scuttle out of a garbage can below. Hm, to chase or not to chase? A mischievious grin swept across her bi-colored maw as she slipped silently from the roof to the pavement. The jolt from the sudden impact shot up her legs, but it was a feeling she had grown used to; she leapt from high places all the time. In the blink of an eye, Halloween was on top of the rat, pinning it to the cement with a single unsheathed paw. Its head thrashed, seeking flesh to plunge its nasty teeth into, but its captor kept out of its reach.
Hm, to play with or not to play with? Or should she just kill and eat it like "normal" cats do? The loner snorted, lifting her paw to let the rat go. She hunted for the sake of hunting...but she didn't need the meal tonight.
. Halloween
[Status]
. Loner/kittypet
[Gender]
. She-cat
[Age]
. Three years, 36 moons
[Personality]
Distant, but friendly; self-centered, but selfless; blatant, but slippery. She doesn't hate twolegs, likes them even, and knows far more about them then the average clan cat, and so knows that there's a big difference between a bad one and a good one. She's not owned by anyone, with no sense of responsibility or loyalty; or so she says.
[History]
Her mother was a kittypet. Her father was a kittypet. Her twoleg family, if one could call it that, named her Charlie. A year after her birth, 12 moons, there was a fire. Though no one was hurt, the family was forced to give their cats up. But before she could be placed in a cage to be shipped off to who-knows-where, the young she-cat made a run for it, and got away.
After roaming the streets for a few days, she was finally adopted once more the night of Halloween. Her next twoleg named her after that night, and treated her well. But eventually, Halloween thirsted for a wilder life. When she came upon a group of patrolling clan cats in her daily expeditions into the forest, they attacked her. A normal kittypet wouldn't have stood a chance, but Halloween was in no way pampered. She held her own in the fight until somene finally caught on that the tresspasser wasn't just going to be chased off. Finally the fighting stopped, leaving Halloween with quite a few scratches but nothing serious, and the cats began to explain their way of life to her.
It was interesting. But it wasn't something the loner wanted. She declined a grudging offer to see their leader, and from then after kept off the clan cats territory.
Halloween developed a temporary liking for a loner tom at one point, and though she doesn't care for him anymore, the short time spent together resulted in a litter of kits which she gave to DiamondClan- Demonpaw, Dawnpaw, Bearpaw, and Silverpaw.
Currenty, she'll only stay in a twoleg nest during nights. For the day, Halloween can be found somewhere in the loner lands. She'll sleep with her twoleg some nights; other nights she'll end up staying in the house of another cat-friendly twoleg. Sometimes she'll choose to sleep under the stars.
[Roleplay Example]
...do you really need this from me? Oh well, what the heck.
Halloween shivered in the light of the full moon as a breeze ruffled her fur. Her paws shifted slightly on the shingles of the roof she stood on as she watched the night through narrowed eyes. An ear flicked. There was a small scar there, from a battle long passed, but the she-cat barely gave it another thought. This was her territory. She coexisted with these twolegs, (even the ones that seemed to hate cats with a passion) and was proud of that. After all, what clan cat could understand a twoleg? Communicate with one?
Her tail flicked as she saw a rat scuttle out of a garbage can below. Hm, to chase or not to chase? A mischievious grin swept across her bi-colored maw as she slipped silently from the roof to the pavement. The jolt from the sudden impact shot up her legs, but it was a feeling she had grown used to; she leapt from high places all the time. In the blink of an eye, Halloween was on top of the rat, pinning it to the cement with a single unsheathed paw. Its head thrashed, seeking flesh to plunge its nasty teeth into, but its captor kept out of its reach.
Hm, to play with or not to play with? Or should she just kill and eat it like "normal" cats do? The loner snorted, lifting her paw to let the rat go. She hunted for the sake of hunting...but she didn't need the meal tonight.