Post by ♫Mistedfire♪ on Nov 14, 2008 22:46:30 GMT -5
Name: Chocolate [Choc]
Age: 37
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Outsider
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Choc gets her name from her chocolate colored fur. Her pale yellow eyes glow from a flattened face. She is compact and accustomed to scrambling up trees, her strong leg muscles to thank. Her feet, tail, and ears have dark, nearly black tips. Chocolate's eyes are large and round. Her fur is smooth and well-groomed, short on a short body.
Personality: Choc is kind by nature, but her instinct to survive pulses through her veins too. In an occasion that it was her or another cat, she would most likely chose herself. No, she's not selfish. She is caught up in the game of survival. But sure, she might help a lost cat survive. After all, she isn't a rouge. But she does not put up with boasters. They... Chew her nerves. The small cat listens in on twolegs and can understand some of what they say. Chocolate likes to study their literature, language, and beliefs. Just curious. And curiosity never killed the cat. I warn you.
History: Chocolate was born and lived without a name for a while. Seven moons, to be precise. Her mother was stressed with fifteen children to care of, (her father had died) so she did not name Choc. She [Choc] decided to leave. As the oldest, she was sick of listening to the kit's insolent "I'm better than you!" Then one week she was hanging around a twoleg settlement. Staying there, she found that "Choc" or "Chocolate" were words usually applied when the twolegs were looking at her. She took it as a name.
While she was there, she realized that twolegs could be dangerous, and various things were flung at her. Sometimes it was food. Othertimes it exploded. She collected it all, and found a home by an abandoned sandbox, which became her garden. Now and then she went back to the settlement, collected more, learned more...
Growing on the fringes of the forest, she did what she does best: Survive.
Role play example:
Choc was grateful for the sun, filtering through the leafy foliage. Spring, on the edge of summer. She bounded over to her little "garden." Sniffing the air for signs of the Clan cats who lived nearby, she padded onto the abandoned sandbox. It contained bits of junk that twolegs had thrown at her, and various flowers that she had managed to dig up and keep their roots intact. Most of Choc's flowers grew well in the sandy area, as Choc had mixed plenty of dirt into the sand, and rain had turned it into a type of soil. Lifting a drooping daffodil with a sable paw, she sniffed it's dying pedals. Daffodils were early spring flowers.
Walking to the more sandy part, she sniffed and ran her paw over various objects: a small, oblong metal ball, an icy blue stone, a doll's head, and other twoleg collectibles. Chocolate looked up at her Sleeping Tree, marveling at it's majesty, strength, and how perfect it was for sleeping.
Other: Sometimes she can be heard sayings: "Pros: It didn't explode" to bad things.
Age: 37
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Outsider
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Choc gets her name from her chocolate colored fur. Her pale yellow eyes glow from a flattened face. She is compact and accustomed to scrambling up trees, her strong leg muscles to thank. Her feet, tail, and ears have dark, nearly black tips. Chocolate's eyes are large and round. Her fur is smooth and well-groomed, short on a short body.
Personality: Choc is kind by nature, but her instinct to survive pulses through her veins too. In an occasion that it was her or another cat, she would most likely chose herself. No, she's not selfish. She is caught up in the game of survival. But sure, she might help a lost cat survive. After all, she isn't a rouge. But she does not put up with boasters. They... Chew her nerves. The small cat listens in on twolegs and can understand some of what they say. Chocolate likes to study their literature, language, and beliefs. Just curious. And curiosity never killed the cat. I warn you.
History: Chocolate was born and lived without a name for a while. Seven moons, to be precise. Her mother was stressed with fifteen children to care of, (her father had died) so she did not name Choc. She [Choc] decided to leave. As the oldest, she was sick of listening to the kit's insolent "I'm better than you!" Then one week she was hanging around a twoleg settlement. Staying there, she found that "Choc" or "Chocolate" were words usually applied when the twolegs were looking at her. She took it as a name.
While she was there, she realized that twolegs could be dangerous, and various things were flung at her. Sometimes it was food. Othertimes it exploded. She collected it all, and found a home by an abandoned sandbox, which became her garden. Now and then she went back to the settlement, collected more, learned more...
Growing on the fringes of the forest, she did what she does best: Survive.
Role play example:
Choc was grateful for the sun, filtering through the leafy foliage. Spring, on the edge of summer. She bounded over to her little "garden." Sniffing the air for signs of the Clan cats who lived nearby, she padded onto the abandoned sandbox. It contained bits of junk that twolegs had thrown at her, and various flowers that she had managed to dig up and keep their roots intact. Most of Choc's flowers grew well in the sandy area, as Choc had mixed plenty of dirt into the sand, and rain had turned it into a type of soil. Lifting a drooping daffodil with a sable paw, she sniffed it's dying pedals. Daffodils were early spring flowers.
Walking to the more sandy part, she sniffed and ran her paw over various objects: a small, oblong metal ball, an icy blue stone, a doll's head, and other twoleg collectibles. Chocolate looked up at her Sleeping Tree, marveling at it's majesty, strength, and how perfect it was for sleeping.
Other: Sometimes she can be heard sayings: "Pros: It didn't explode" to bad things.
