Post by cloudy on Jan 14, 2011 11:42:33 GMT -6
Name: Klaus
Age:
Gender: Tom
Mate/Crush: Well, he’s had a few flings, but every relationship he’s been in never amounted to anything, and it was a sort of mutual agreement it never would. :3
Loner because: He was born that way, and never had a chance to be a part of either a Clan or a Twoleg family.
Kin: Juniper | Mother | Status Unknown
Alfa | Father | Spore
July | Sister | Yellow
Too many half siblinsg to list.
Residence He moves around the warrior forest, but at night he goes to the loners barn to socialize, fight and sleep in a warm nest.
Description: By looking at Klaus, you can easily tell that Alfa is his father. The two share a ginger pelt, though Klaus’ is paler and sandier in colour. They are both tabbies, but Klaus’ pelt looks as though it was formed out of sun rays, rather than the tawny flames of his father’s fur. Also, Klaus has snowy white fur placed between his eyes, down his chin, over his throat and tipping his from paws. Another difference is that Klaus is a much lankier, gangly build. Alfa is raw muscle, big, brawny and deadly. Klaus is slimmer, leaner, and instead of being a fighter, is more of a runner. His legs are long and graceful, his torso shaped and curved out of the sun’s rays. That being said, Klaus also has a capacity for disaster. His long and sharp claws show the potential to unleash a huge injury on an opponent. So, no, Alfa and him aren’t twins, but they bear some resemblances.
Klaus has a face more like his mother’s – sweet, happy and playful. His head is a round shape, with cherubic features. How can you look at that face and see anything but good?
One resemblance? The eyes. The eyes are very much the same. They are tawny, amber, calculating eyes that seem to see right through you. Eyes that change quick as wind, quick as water. One moment they can be all warm and friendly, the next they can be raging with anger. Klaus has a soft, pink little nose that matches the colour of his pads exactly. Overall, he’s a good looking boy (what could you expect, coming from someone like Alfa?), not quite as handsome as is father, but that’s hard to be, anyways. If he and Alfa are placed side by side, you’ll see the resemblance.
Personality: Much like in appearance, Klaus has some traits of Alfa and some of his own. Let’s start with what makes him Alfa’s son.
Firstly, he’s charismatic. Klaus can charm almost anyone and everyone, with his sweet appearance and gentle demeanour. He’s had a lot of flings, too, like Alfa. Whereas Alfa charms she cats to use them, then ditches them, Klaus simply has little flings, little one night stands, and the sometimes it’s him who gets up and leaves first, and sometimes it’s the she cat. The she cat’s never truly fall in love with him, just like he never really falls in love with them.
Secondly, there’s something a little frightening about Klaus. He’s a very sweet, gentle cat, but sometimes a feeling grows inside of him, the feeling of anger and frustration. He lets it build and simmer for a while, before unleashing it in unexpected, violent ways. So far, his only true outburst has been when he killed his younger brother, but that was truly accidental. It sounds harsh, to say it so plainly, but that’s what happened. His siblings were fighting around him, and he and his brother to closer to the edge of the loft. His brother was pushed, fell, and died. True, Klaus did not really make an effort to pull or catch his brother – in fact, he did the opposite – but he has felt guilty for that, and the guilt still lives deep inside him. To keep that from happening again, Klaus tries to be careful about channelling his rage into more innocent, safe things. For example, regular fights in the loner’s barn. No cats get hurt too badly, and as long as Klaus doesn’t relieve too much rage at a time, it’s safe enough.
So, Klaus can be like Alfa, since he’s a charmer and has a sinister side, but he also takes after his mother, and is truly a good cat at heart. He was one of the younger kits in his immense litter, something that influenced him greatly. He was always the little brother, tagging along, asking too many questions and believing almost everything answered. Often times an older brother or sister would swat him away, annoyed, but Klaus never got discouraged. He would simply trot away obediently, a big grin plastered over his little ginger face. He was obedient and consistently followed orders, to the point where he could get used. His older brothers and sisters, as well as his mother, words were law, and everything they said was true. If they asked for him to go away, he would. If they asked for him to get them a bit of food, he would. If they asked him to jump off of a cliff, he would.
Because of how blindly Klaus follows orders, he’s a bit oblivious to the world around him, and the fact that it contains as many bad cats as good. Klaus simply can’t help but see the positive in everything, maybe because he’s just optimistic by nature, but most likely because he’s afraid of what he might see if he opens his eyes.
History: Eight kits. Can you imagine trying to raise eight kittens, alone? It would be no easy task, that’s for sure. For Juniper, it was too much. She had fallen in love with a mysterious, handsome loner who promised her great things and a happy future. It didn’t matter she was quite young, and, though goodhearted, not very motherly. She knew, once she found out she was pregnant, her strong and brave mate would help her care for the beautiful kits. They would grow old together, laugh together and watch their kits grow to be amazing cats. Yes, Juniper had their whole future planned out, and it was completely perfect. Her whole fantasy came crashing back to reality once she saw Alfa’s expression when she announced the news. It was disgusted, yet, seemed satisfied as well. Before she could say another word, he turned tail and left her.
Suddenly her swollen belly did not represent good times to come. It represented pain, tragedy, and work she knew she could not handle. Nine kittens were born, and this number would mean a great deal of joy to other queens, but to Juniper, it confirmed her depressed thoughts and feelings. She might’ve been able to deal with two, or even three, but nine was too much. Now, understanding these feelings, when she noticed there was a stillborn kit she should’ve been happy right? Nope. Juniper was a complex, moody cat, and everything was bad, bad, bad now.
She did her best to feed her kittens and herself. After days spent laying in the hay in the damp, dusky barn, she would escape for a few minutes to get some precious breaths of fresh, cool air. Then she’d go back to her little burdens.
She did love her kits, really, she did. But she forbid herself from growing close to them, because she knew deep in her heart she could not give them what they needed – emotionally, physically or mentally. She could not nurse them all, and she knew that eventually some would die, despite her efforts. She could not bear to see this “unavoidable” dilemma and so, one summer night, escaped. She left ten plump mice for the kits and stole away into the night, never to return.
After a few days, the kits crawled down and found the mice. Klaus was among them. He was one of the younger kits, but despite this was as strong and healthy as the oldest one. The kits each took one mouse, and tucked into them heartily. Klaus finished his in one day, while other kits managed to savour the food and make it last for an extra day.
Soon, though, every kit was hungry again. They tried hunting, but even the most agile could not manage to catch anything. Nobody had taught them to hunt, and their noise kept the mice hiding. They had two mice left, and arguments arose about who would be able to eat them and how they should be divided. Well, one thing led to another until the mice had rotted while the kits argued. A tom leapt on the crowfood and gobbled them up. The kits broke out into fights, vicious fights, and angry fights. The hunger made every kit delirious. But with Klaus something more happened. The sweet, playful little brother every cat loved turned into something frightening. He leapt at one of his brothers and attacked him with more ferocity than any other cat there that day. He felt satisfaction as his claws dug into soft flesh, and teeth ripped apart his brother’s ginger kitten fur. His brother screamed and backed away. He did not want to fight. But Klaus didn’t let him go. He almost ripped the ginger cat apart. He would’ve killed him, right then and there, but the little tom backed away suddenly. His back legs slipped off the loft, and he dangled precariously. Klaus stalked over and, instead of pulling him up, raked his claws against his brother’s paws and watched him fall down to the hard ground below. The death was instant.
Once Klaus saw his tiny brother laying dead there, he snapped back to normal. What had he done? He looked at his blood soaked paws, and tasted blood... his kin’s blood. He did not realize his own strength, and his own capability for destruction.
The kits around him stopped fighting. They all looked at him, as he began to whimper. Nobody blamed him. They were all fighting, it just happened that they were too close to the edge. The kits separated and slunk away.
Over a few days, hunger weakened them all, and a disease from the crowfood spread. Kit after kit died, suddenly. Soon, there were only a few left, Klaus among them. Terrified of the spreading illness, he decided it was time to flee the barn, before it was too late. So, along with his sisters, they left and set out to make themselves a home.
Klaus has faint memories of his mother, but he has never met his father. For some reason, he really does want to. Maybe it’s because he’s the only tom in his group, maybe because he’s never had a fatherly presence in his life. Either way, Klaus does feel the need to bond with his dad, whoever and wherever they may be.
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