Post by lynxfire on Aug 1, 2009 23:33:08 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Spike – Loner
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Spike is pretty scrawny. Living in the streets alone, he doesn't get much food to eat, though some Twolegs are sometimes generous enough to feed him scraps. He's only 6 moons old, a small cat, with his shoulder bones sticking out. His pelt is scruffy, not full and glossy like some other cats. It's short, a very dark brown with black tabby markings. He has an undercoat of white that runs up his legs to his belly. His eyes are brilliant green.
Personality: Spike is generally a scared, timid cat, because he is constantly overpowered by the older cats in the street. He has grown up to a hard life, and in effect has become quite selfish. This is not because he is unloving but rather because he has to fend for himself. When he is threatened, he appears aggressive, but this out of terror and not malevolence. If ever he meets a friend, he'd take to them and adore them completely. He is in need of a companion in his lonely world. He is loyal by nature and inhibited by experience.
History: Spike's parents are kittypets. He does not know who they are. His mother, though he does not know it, belongs to a rich Twoleg household. She met with a stray once and mated with him, but the Twolegs didn't know. When she gave birth, he was thrown out of the house. She sneaked out very often to take care of him, for she was a kind and loving cat, but soon the Twolegs locked her up in a cage so she would not do this. Spike has taken care of himself ever since. He makes his home in sparse bushes, and he has not yet survived a Leaf-bare; he dreads this time, because he doesn't know how he is going to survive.
Relatives: Spike's mother is a kittypet, and she is long forgotten, having been locked up. His father is probably out there somewhere, but he doesn't know him. Spike probably has siblings, too, but he has yet to find any. His memories of kithood are blurred, obscured by his moons of hardship.
Other: I'd like a family. =D It'd be cool! Anyone? He could have an evil father and a few siblings out there...
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Spike is pretty scrawny. Living in the streets alone, he doesn't get much food to eat, though some Twolegs are sometimes generous enough to feed him scraps. He's only 6 moons old, a small cat, with his shoulder bones sticking out. His pelt is scruffy, not full and glossy like some other cats. It's short, a very dark brown with black tabby markings. He has an undercoat of white that runs up his legs to his belly. His eyes are brilliant green.
Personality: Spike is generally a scared, timid cat, because he is constantly overpowered by the older cats in the street. He has grown up to a hard life, and in effect has become quite selfish. This is not because he is unloving but rather because he has to fend for himself. When he is threatened, he appears aggressive, but this out of terror and not malevolence. If ever he meets a friend, he'd take to them and adore them completely. He is in need of a companion in his lonely world. He is loyal by nature and inhibited by experience.
History: Spike's parents are kittypets. He does not know who they are. His mother, though he does not know it, belongs to a rich Twoleg household. She met with a stray once and mated with him, but the Twolegs didn't know. When she gave birth, he was thrown out of the house. She sneaked out very often to take care of him, for she was a kind and loving cat, but soon the Twolegs locked her up in a cage so she would not do this. Spike has taken care of himself ever since. He makes his home in sparse bushes, and he has not yet survived a Leaf-bare; he dreads this time, because he doesn't know how he is going to survive.
Relatives: Spike's mother is a kittypet, and she is long forgotten, having been locked up. His father is probably out there somewhere, but he doesn't know him. Spike probably has siblings, too, but he has yet to find any. His memories of kithood are blurred, obscured by his moons of hardship.
Other: I'd like a family. =D It'd be cool! Anyone? He could have an evil father and a few siblings out there...
