Post by Heathclaw on Mar 6, 2011 0:03:51 GMT -6
Name: None
Age: 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Love Interest: None
Residence: Some Two-leg place alley, close to the ThunderClan border.
Kin: None known
Description: The first thing most cats notice about this cat is that he is big. He'd been a large kitten, and growing up as a pampered kittypet didn't make him any smaller. The loner life has trimmed off some of the pudge, but he still couldn't be called slim by any means.
His long tabby fur is fairly well kept for a loner- all he needs to do each day is eat and sleep, and that leaves him a lot of time for grooming and other vestiges of his former life. Indeed, he's managed to keep up his appearances pretty well out on his own- while not exactly handsome, there is a bit of charm in his features, at least, at first glance.
His greenish yellow eyes are dull and listless- and that listlessness transfers over to his whole demeanor, this cat is lethargic, and never moves quickly unless it is absolutely necessary.
Personality: A long time ago, this cat was your typical, happy-go-lucky kittypet: Sheltered, safe, and devoted to his two-legs. No longer. He quickly learned that the world outside his two-leg nest is a harsh one, and having to live in it has shaped him into the cat he is today.
This cat is much more of a realist than an idealist- he is pragmatic and down to earth, mature, and not prone to fits of fancy or rage. Indeed, it's a rare thing for him to show much of any emotion at all. He has a neutral outlook on the world- he wouldn't kill a cat in cold blood, but he wouldn't go out of his way to save a cat in danger, either. He is pessimistic, cynical, and doesn't understand sentimental actions from most other cats, but he is hardly spiteful or malicious.
Since becoming a loner, he's lived in a fog from day to day, zombie-like. Reclusive by nature, he spends a lot of time in his head, pondering things, like the circumstances that have led him to this life, and his purpose in living it. This tendency to space out, along with a distrust of strangers, makes him hard to interact with. To this day, he is still hung-up about losing his two-leg. He has a strong survival instinct, keyed in to an acute fight or flight response, and yet in a hopeless situation, he would probably accept the hand he was dealt.
History: This cat's memories began in a two-leg nest. His memories of other cats were foggy at first, and nonexistent later- for him, his world consisted of the inside his two-leg nest, and the two-leg that took care of him. His two-leg called him Garth, so Garth he was. Life was good- Garth had no shortage of food, care, or affection from his two-leg, and in his youthful ignorance, he needed nothing else, save for an outlet for his kittish enthusiasm, which was provided by all the nooks and crannies his two-leg nest gave him to explore.
But all good things come to an end. As the moons passed, Garth's two-leg was starting to move slower. He would play with the young cat less often, and when he did, he seemed listless and tired. And then, one day, other two-legs came into their place, and while Garth hid under the couch in fear of these strange new creatures, he watched as his two-leg was taken away.
On that day, the cat called Garth began to die. The two-leg place that he'd spent his life in was now empty and lonely, and there was no food for him here. Within a week, he'd burrowed his way out and found himself outside in the wide world of the two-leg place outside his nest. That was the day that his struggle for survival began.
He started off scavenging, following his nose to wherever the food was, pulling it out of trash cans and streetsides. He avoided other two-legs at all costs, they were the ones that had taken his two-leg away. The kindness of other cats taught him how to hunt. The aggression of others forced him to learn how to fight, and when to flee. As time passed, Garth, the pampered kitty-pet of the two-leg nest, faded from existence, and was replaced by this cat, the loner with no need for a name.
Other: Major Arcana XIII: Death
Roleplay Example: The moon is full tonight, he thought, looking up at the night sky. A full moon was troublesome. The extra light made it easier to be spotted by two-legs and prey alike, it obliterated shadows, and it just made him feel plain uneasy. On a night like tonight, he'd have gladly rolled over and gone back to sleep, but his growling stomach clearly had other ideas. With a groan, the loner pulled himself out of the dirty rag that served as his nest, and rolled onto his feet.
Where to go? The two-leg food place? That was too far a trip. The dump-place? It stank up to the stars, but there was always something edible there... along with a potential recipe for an upset stomach. He didn't need that tonight. The forest? It was certainly close by, and the mice there were among the best he'd eaten... but the forest made him as uneasy as the moon- he always felt like he was being watched there, by those "wild cats", the ones that he'd heard ate bones. Not like there was a problem with eating bones, or at least, cracking them to get at the marrow. But the prospect of fighting a wild cat didn't appeal to him either.
"Aargh..." he growled, annoyed at having thought himself into a circle. "Forest it is. If I run into any trouble, I can just run away. And if it comes down to a fight... well... no one would miss me." And with that, he turned and set his paws towards the woods on the edge of the two-leg place. What does fate have in store for me this time?
