Post by Yoko on Aug 18, 2009 21:17:03 GMT -6
Name: Winnie
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
M/C: nope
Cutter: nope
Kin: Winifred, Helen, Pebblepaw
Description: A slender cutie, Winnie is a cat of average build for her age. Like her brother, Drake, the most of her kittypet weight goes to her belly. Her muscles are far leaner than either of her brothers. Her legs are long and slender, allowing her to move in graceful strides. Her fur is sand-colored and is shorter than Drake’s but is still quite soft. The markings are more dark brown than black. They are without pattern, except her tail. Her tail is thin and the fur on it is wispy. Her paws are bare of any marks. They come higher up her legs. Her eyes are wide and amber.
Collar: Usually pink, white with gold hearts on special occasions
Personality: Polite isn’t a strong enough word. This she-cat is obsessed with manners. She says “please” and “thank you” more times a day than she eats or drinks. She’s finicky, and constantly grooming. If there’s anything that she despises more than rudeness, it’s filthiness. She really is kind-hearted, but so strict that she spends more time scolding her brothers than helping them through problems. Deep down, she loves them more than anything in the world.
Winnie loves her two-legs very much. She will perform any trick they ask. She will rub against them all day if she can. She will sit in their laps for hours being stroked without complaint. She knows she is their favorite and struggles hard not to brag about it.
History: Three tiny kittens crammed into a small cage with their mother Winifred. They had been born in the metal web, and knew of no other place at the time. Winifred was a sweet, loving mother. She never spoke a harsh word to her kits, and often told them of what their lives would be like when they would be chosen. She spoke of her own twoleg home fondly, but never spoke of why she had to leave. Perhaps the she-cat simply didn’t have time. The kits were taken from Winifred, all three crying and squealing, when they were three moons old. Luckily, they were sold together.
The nest they were brought to was large and full of strange objects. Two big twolegs carried them to a room and placed them in a warm basket. They were fed well and soon they began to learn about they’re new life. The twoleg’s said many strange things, but the first time they said “Winnie” she knew they meant her. They said it with such softness, such kindness and they looked at her the same way. She’s been bonded with them since.
Having spent the most time with their twolegs, Winnie picked up on a lot of their habits. She learned what they liked and what they disliked. She learned how to read their expressions. When they are sad, she stays close. When they are angry, she keeps her brothers quiet. When they are glad, she plays and makes sure her brother’s are kind.
Lately, Drake and Tybalt have been out and about more. Though she is reluctant to set paw in the backyard, she is curious as to where they go. She’s been debating going herself, secretly of course.
Roleplay example: None needed.
Other: She’s the keeper of her brothers.
