Post by Jet/Hareleap on Nov 7, 2009 23:46:59 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Freed/ kittypet
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Kittypet
Rank: Kittypet
Description: Freed is an brown ticked tabby. His breed is an Abyssinian. His fur is short. His eyes are bright green. A long scar runs down his left flank, from where a rouge attacked him.
Personality: Freed is the care-free type. He usually jokes around with his companions. Still, when he wants to, he can be very demanding, and bossy. He is a big flirt with pretty she-cats. He prefers she-cat company to toms. He usually blanks out though. His attraction to she-cats distracts a lot of the time.
History: Freed was born to Dusty, and Taylor, two Abyssinian at a nearby cattery. When he was two moons old, he was sold to his housefolk. He became a big hit with a lot of neighboring kittypets, especially his soon to be best friend, Dean.
Dean was a blue ticked tabby Somali, a little more than moon older than Freed. Dean was more of a shy cat, so at first, they didn't get along. When Freed five moons, he was attacked a crazed rouge. The rouge sliced open his left flank, and was about to kill him when Dean came to his rescue. Dean chased off the rouge, and brought Freed back to his owners. Later, after Freed was healed, he looked for Dean. Surprisingly, Dean told him he always looked up to him, not being shy or anything (being bold). Freed told Dean that he looked to him as well, being able to hold a civil tounge. After that, the two became the best of friends.
When Freed was eleven moons, he heard of a fire at his old home, the cattery. The fire took his mother's life. After that, Freed constantly went out, looking for a lady friend. Many late nights, Freed would be outside, looking for any other daring kittypets to become mates with.
Relatives: Dusty (father/alive)
Taylor (mother/dead)
Other: Volug, grim as always, grinned a little. Home....finally. He watched Bismuth kill a mouse. He and Bismuth had been hunting for the small group, just them two. Still, he learned some new techniques. A rather plump vole was scurrying across the cliff. The ginger tom lunged toward it. His paw reached out, sending the vole flying toward the ocean. Using his other paw, he knocked the vole back onto the cliff. The shocked little creature was then killed as the cat's claw snuffed out its life. Picking up the vole, he walked toward the group. Dropping it in front of them, he spotted another vole.
He ran after it, strangely enough it was running toward him. Then a gannet lunged at it. The bird slayed the vole with its beak and started devouring, paying no heed to the cat. Gannets lived here, that's what he forgot, he thought, sneaking up on the large bird. He lunged, shredding a few feathers on its right wing, making it earthbound. The bird stood up, stared at the ginger tom, and pecked at him, hard. His claw shot out, slicing through its throat. Picking it up, he brought it back to the pile of food. "Gannets and seagulls live around here" He said.
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Kittypet
Rank: Kittypet
Description: Freed is an brown ticked tabby. His breed is an Abyssinian. His fur is short. His eyes are bright green. A long scar runs down his left flank, from where a rouge attacked him.
Personality: Freed is the care-free type. He usually jokes around with his companions. Still, when he wants to, he can be very demanding, and bossy. He is a big flirt with pretty she-cats. He prefers she-cat company to toms. He usually blanks out though. His attraction to she-cats distracts a lot of the time.
History: Freed was born to Dusty, and Taylor, two Abyssinian at a nearby cattery. When he was two moons old, he was sold to his housefolk. He became a big hit with a lot of neighboring kittypets, especially his soon to be best friend, Dean.
Dean was a blue ticked tabby Somali, a little more than moon older than Freed. Dean was more of a shy cat, so at first, they didn't get along. When Freed five moons, he was attacked a crazed rouge. The rouge sliced open his left flank, and was about to kill him when Dean came to his rescue. Dean chased off the rouge, and brought Freed back to his owners. Later, after Freed was healed, he looked for Dean. Surprisingly, Dean told him he always looked up to him, not being shy or anything (being bold). Freed told Dean that he looked to him as well, being able to hold a civil tounge. After that, the two became the best of friends.
When Freed was eleven moons, he heard of a fire at his old home, the cattery. The fire took his mother's life. After that, Freed constantly went out, looking for a lady friend. Many late nights, Freed would be outside, looking for any other daring kittypets to become mates with.
Relatives: Dusty (father/alive)
Taylor (mother/dead)
Other: Volug, grim as always, grinned a little. Home....finally. He watched Bismuth kill a mouse. He and Bismuth had been hunting for the small group, just them two. Still, he learned some new techniques. A rather plump vole was scurrying across the cliff. The ginger tom lunged toward it. His paw reached out, sending the vole flying toward the ocean. Using his other paw, he knocked the vole back onto the cliff. The shocked little creature was then killed as the cat's claw snuffed out its life. Picking up the vole, he walked toward the group. Dropping it in front of them, he spotted another vole.
He ran after it, strangely enough it was running toward him. Then a gannet lunged at it. The bird slayed the vole with its beak and started devouring, paying no heed to the cat. Gannets lived here, that's what he forgot, he thought, sneaking up on the large bird. He lunged, shredding a few feathers on its right wing, making it earthbound. The bird stood up, stared at the ginger tom, and pecked at him, hard. His claw shot out, slicing through its throat. Picking it up, he brought it back to the pile of food. "Gannets and seagulls live around here" He said.
