Post by Atropos on Aug 3, 2010 20:23:29 GMT -8
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WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Fern[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Female[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
18 months[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
None[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
Loner[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Silver longhair with amber eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Somali x DLH. Long silver sorrel coat (silver and white with ticked red hairs along her back) with mild feathering and pluming with a chest ruff. Amber eyes. Shallow marks on her shoulders, back, and hindquarters from escaping dogs in a yard. Her build is fairly light with long legs. Being of a Somali cross, her general appearance is almost like an exotic wildcat, though a little drowned by the excess of fur from her sire.[/sub]
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Although asserting independance, she still carries a typical naive and curious kitten-like trait. Not a strong fighter and will usually choose to run before getting into a heavy spar. Level-headed, but sometimes slightly snarky and overconfident. With her former family raised as kittypets most of their lives, she doesn't have the tough, plucky personality of most loner cats. Other kittypet traits include average hunting abilities (mice, but not birds or rabbits), trust for twolegs, and more of a desire to play.[/sub]
YOUR FAMILY TREE
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Mother - Sanna - Silver sorrel Somali - Loner
Father - Unknown DLH - Silver - Loner
Siblings - 2 siblings, names forgotten - Loners
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
The alleyways were noisy with evening excitement. A car whizzed by, sending bursts of water after a recent rainfall shooting into the air. A silver she-cat, Fern, soaked to the bone after diving into a deep puddle. However, the water didn't wash off the blood or scent of raw chicken, being the guilty party of a raid on a pair of pet dogs. Not the most streetwise of creatures, barely out of her kithood, she dashed into the busy streets. Behind her were two terriers, possibly of the Irish breed or a mix. Endless energy, they quickly dug out from their yard to follow her. They gawked as the cat ran like a mad-beast into potential death.[/sub]
With traffic ceasing, the dogs see her heaved onto the curb after narrowly escaping the wheels of death. The pair continued their way and dashed after her. Knowing she wasn't out of danger yet, she struggled to her paws and with cat-like nimble abilities, leaped onto a chainmail fence, struggling to keep her balance on the narrow platform. The dogs stopped and barked, with anger burning in their eyes after the little intruder tried to make away with part of their dinner. The wooden slats began to shake, and Fern nearly lost her grip. Heart pumping, she made it to a brick wall to recover. Being so light had their advantages. Distracted by the shouts of twolegs, the dogs ran off for shelter. Resting in a bed of ivy crawling over the wall, Fern rested. Her back, shoulders, and hindquarters were cut and bleeding from her initial escape from the dog's yard, cramming herself through an old dip in the fence for a fast escape. Although not big, they stung her muddy skin as she cleaned up the dirt, blood, and splinters.
