Post by Kitty on Oct 29, 2009 17:01:24 GMT -6
Name: Clover
Age: 50 moons
Gender: She-cat
Mate/Crush: Open
Loner because: She doesn't have housefolk anymore. Or she left them, or whatever you want to call it.
Kin: None {{Open}}
Description: Clover is a very fluffy she-cat. She is slightly larger than the usual cat. But that might just be the fur. She is soft, as in, not only her fur, but she isn't very muscled or tough. Even though she scavenges most of her food, her kittypet life was good to her, and she is slightly overweight, even though she's lost weight the longer she's been homeless. She has a long body and tail. Her nose and pads are a pink-brown color.
Clover's long pelt is a silky white. She has brown tabby spots, one stretching all across her back and covering her ears and eyes and tail. Her muzzle is white, and a little white stripe reaches up to her forehead. She has wide, amber eyes. She looks young for her age, and is actually rather pretty.
Residence She currently has no permanent residence and it found wandering around Twolegplace. She has been found staying at the loner barn a couple times, though.
Personality: Underneath a gentle-looking exterior is a gentle cat. Clover is a pleasant cat to be around. She rarely seems to have a bad word to say about any cat. She is caring and kind, and enjoys good-natured teasing. She is easy to love, and appears to love others easily, too. She can be easily excited.
Of course, she can't be all good. She seems to be exceptionally good at hiding her true feelings, so if she is upset, she might still appear to be happy. She is easily hurt emotionally (although she is easily hurt physically, as well). She is also a bit prone to over-reaction, and is over-protective, as well. She's also a little wary and closed off to new acquaintances, but after a while she warm right up!
History: For a loner, Clover has had a pretty "soft" life. She hasn't been in any fights - none where claws were unsheathed, at least.
Clover started out as a kittypet. She was a kittypet up until she was about thirty moons old. Then, her housefolk started packing up something they called "boxes" with all their Twoleg things. Whenever Clover walked by one of them, they'd shoot her worried glances. Finally, all the Twoleg things were packed up into the so-called boxes. Clover was put into her cat carrier and taken to a building. A building filled with cages. Cages containing many other cats.
Her housefolk talked to the female Twoleg behind a table. Clover could understand a little bit of their talk. Her housefolk said something like, "Safe...good home...bad." Then the youngest Twoleg reachedi nto the carrier and pulled a very confused Clover out. She petted her, whispered a goodbye that the she-cat recognized from her time inthe nest, and then replaced her inthe carrier. Next thing Clover knew, her ousefolk were gone.
The female Twoleg behind the table came over and picked up the carrier. She began cooing little comforting phrases at the now extremely confused shecat. Clover understood the words "okay", "settled in", "nice cage here", and a couple others. Then she was being carefully placed in a vacant cage.
The cage contained a small bowl of food and water. There was a little folded up blanket in the back corner and a small litter box in the front corner. Something she'd heard her housefolk call paper was spread out on the floor of the cage. Feeling dejected and much more confused than she had in her life, Clover plodded to the blanket and laid down on it.
Days past, and, though Clover waited, her housefolk did not return. Days turned to weeks. Still they did not come.
The Twolegs there were nice, though, and some of the cats in the surrounding cages were too. She could talk to them if she wanted. Twolegs came to pet her and give her more food or water and clean her litter box. But she fell into a state of depression, wondering why she was here and where her housefolk were, and why they'd left her in the first place.
After a couple weeks in the cage, other Twolegs started coming in. They'd look at her, and the other cats in the room. Sometimes they left with one. But they were almost always the younger cats that were taken. Rarely was an older one taken by a Twoleg. Another week passed, and Clover became less hopeful that her Twolegs would return.
After a moon in the cage, an elderly Twoleg looked at Clover. That Twoleg seemed to like her. He talked to the nice Twoleg behind the counter and she nodded, did some stuff with the papers, and came over to Clover's cage. She carefully moved Clover to another cat carrier and handed her to the Twoleg. He said thanks and then hey were walking out the door and getting into the belly of his monster.
Clover lived with him a few weeks. He was very kind and petted her and fed her. But one day, a big, white monster with flashing light on its top came up to the nest. Twolegs jumped out and ran inside with what looked to be a portable bed. Her new housefolk was loaded onto it and taken outside and put into the belly of the white monster. Then the monster was gone and Clover was all alone.
Her Twoleg had had a cat flap put in, so she could go out onto the screened-in back porch. After running out of food and her Twoleg not returning, she started becoming very hungry. She went outside and clawed a hole in the screen. Casting wistful glances over her shoulder, she walked out. She never went back and has no idea how her Twoleg is doing.
Now, she gets her food from nice Twolegs who set out food for their own kittypets, but let her eat too. Occasionally, she an catch a mouse, but they are usually old and scrawny. She wanders Twolegplace and came across the loner barn. She occasionally stays there now.
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