Post by Kitty on Nov 11, 2009 18:15:27 GMT -6
Name: Tom
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom (XD)
Mate/Crush: Open
Loner because: He was born that way
Kin: Daffodil, Mother, deceased; unknown father; no siblings
Description: Tom has a very gentle-looking exterior. He's got a soft, white pelt. The only spots on it are a few gray tabby stripes on the top of his head. He always keeps his fur well-groomed and neat (he could almost be considered OCD in that department). He almost has a mane around his neck, as the fur there gets longer than the rest of his pelt. His big, amber eyes nearly always have a dull, blank look to them, rarely showing hints of curiousity or anger, and never, ever gleaming with laughter or warmth. He comes across as a rather cold cat, but seems perfectly harmless at first glance. His pelt has no scars, except for one on the inside of his left foreleg.
He is a well muscled, broad shouldered tom. He's not large - closer to average-sized. His face is round-ish, with also rounded, large ears. Tom has long, elegant white whiskers surrounding in neat rows around a pink nose. He is a rather handsome loner.
Residence: Here and there, mostly wandering around the Clans' territories, in Twolegplace (near the Clan territories), and the Loner Barn.
Personality: Even though Tom looks gentle, almost kittypet-like, he is much different on the inside. If you think he's cold, rude, or even slightly depressed, you're thinking exactly correctly. He prefers independence, practically refuses all company, unless you catch him at a good time, and is neither a leader nor a follower.
Not only is Tom the things listed above, he's also timid and doesn't trust anyone. You'd have to really get to know him for him to even start talking in more than brief phrases, even onger for him to start really trusting you. It takes him a while to get lonely, since he claims that he has the stars and moon for company, or the sun if asked during the day.
He is very antisocial. He prefers to keep to himself. But, Tom is a pretty good fighter and hunter, and loves tree-climbing. He is hard to befriend, but when you do become friends, he'll be very loyal, and help you when he's needed.
History: Tom was born as an only kit to a sick mother. He, too was sickly, but after about a moon of life, he recovered, His mother, though, was still bad off. She seemed to keep holding on to life for the sake of her kit, whom she loved more than anything in the world. Daffodil taught him to hunt when he became old enough, too old to milk-feed, and he learned fast. She taught him what little fighting moves she knew, how to tree-climb. Just one session would bring on a nasty coughing fit and wear her out completely. Poor Daffodil made it until Tom was about five moons old, old enough to hunt and (mostly) take care of himself. Tom woke up one morning and his mother's body was cold. Confused, he waited for a few days for his mommy to wake up, but wake she did not.
He managed to catch a few scrawny mice and live off that. After a quarter moon of waiting, Tom knew. Mommy wasn't going to wake up. He thought back to the last words she'd said to him: "Be strong, Tom. You'll be fine. I love you." And then she'd gone to sleep.
He'd been in the middle of deciding what to do when Turtle came up. Turtle was a broad-shoulder, large tabby tom, who was well muscled and covered in battle scars. He was filled wiht sympathy at the sight of a kit with a dead mother, approached the kit, and offered to help him. Scared at the cat's sudden appearance, tom hid, but was soon coaxed out. Turtle introduced himself, offered to bury Daffodil.
"Bury her? Why?" Tom protested.
"Because she's gone, little kit. Dead."
And Tom had began to sob. He refused to leave Daffodil's side, even though he'd known she was dead, it was worse when someone actually said it. Turtle waited, and after a wile, Tom gave him his permission. Tom helped bury her.
Tom trusted Turtle completely after that, and Turtle became like the father Tom had never had. Tom stayed with him for almost five moons. Then Turtle ordered him away.
"I'm done taking care of you, kit. Leave me alone." And Turtle had snarled, and scared little Tom ran off into the bushes, not stopping until he reached the Clan territories.
He became very closed off, trusting no cat, letting no cat in. He discovered that always wearing a blank expression helped, as no one could decipher his thoughts then. He wandered the Clan territory, nothing worse happening to him than being chased off. The only time he'd been caught, the worse he'd gotten was a scratch on the inside of is foreleg, which quickly healed over. He spends some nights in the loner's barn, some in the trees, some wherever he can find a cubby to curl up in. And so he goes on, living his lonely, dreary life.
Roleplay example: The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town.
Other: My first non-Clan tom! *huggles*
Except she's not rude, just antisocial.