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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:19 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Pepperkit.
I'm a proud member of no clan, Imma rogue!.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a rogue kit.
My kin include Mother--Hauntedheart;Father--Cinderwing; Brothers--Foxkit and Vulturekit; Sister--Mercykit. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Being awesome
~Telling people how awesome I am
~Annoying Mercykit and the rest of my siblings
~Play-fighting
~Getting into trouble
~Learning how to fight
~Being alone
My least favorite things...
~Being told what to do
~Cats denying my awesomeness
And, my fears.
~My siblings being hurt
~My parents being hurt
~Growing up and having a clingy she-cat for a mate
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Kesesese, the easiest way to sum me up is that I'm AWESOME! And I like parading around and telling everybody that I am, even if it annoys them. But I don't care, cuz well, duh, I'm AWESOME. Kesesese, what else...oh, well I'm very clever and sneaky, and I use those skills to get into all sorts of trouble. I hate it when people try to boss me around, cuz that's MY job. And when they do, I always talk back and insult them, and then of course, reiterate how AWESOME I am. Even though I'm the same age as my siblings, I always call them my little siblings, cuz I'm AWESOME. I'll pick a fight with any cat that upsets me, even if that cat is ten times bigger than me. I'm fiery, loud, exceedingly stubborn and I fear nothing! Some cats say I'm arrogant and haughty, but they're just jealous that they're not as awesome as me! Kesesesese....
It's what I am, like it or not.
Well, I guess you could say that I'm AWESOME looking! I've got an awesomely grey pelt and awesomely clear blue eyes that are usually filled with mischeif. I have sharp, perfect little white teeth that I use to rough-house with my siblings, and sharp little claws to shred things with! My voice is raspy and loud, usually proclaiming to the world how AWESOME I am. Some cats say it's annoying, but they're just jealous!
My history, don't go poking around!
I don't have history yet really, but you can bet that I'll make it!! Kesesesese....
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:20 am
. : About Me : . My name is Jewelle.
I'm a proud member of no clan. I'm a city cat, don't ya know, hun?.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons.
I'm a city cat.
My kin include no one, darling, and quite frankly, no one needs to know.... . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Fame
~Toms with fame (no matter how ugly you are, sugar...)
~Wooing unsuspecting toms with my charms (but only if you've got fame, darling...)
~Making all the other she-cats jealous (seems you just don't have that same spark!)
My least favorite things...
~Any she-cat competition (ugly nobodies...)
~Weak toms (No fame, no game, hun...)
~Getting my pelt dirty
And, my fears.
~Aging
~Getting ugly
~Not being famous
~Being replaced by an ugly nobody
~Having kits
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I like fame, darling, it's what keeps me alive. Some people call me snobbish, but I can't help that I'm better than everyone else! I love it when other ugly nobodies get jealous of me, since they know they can't ever be as great as me. But anyway, darling, I care immensly about my appearance, seeing as that's the only thing people see. Especially you famous tomcats out there who are looking for dainty thing like me to hang on their tail, but only if you have fame. The real reason I want you is simply to become famous! But of course, being the manipulitive, beautiful cat that I am, I can easily pull you into my grasp. Don't worry, hun, I won't hurt you too bad. Just as long as you give me the fame I need, you'll be fine. I'm smooth-talking, seductive, and sneaky, and have both high taste and high matenaince needs. You had better do what I ask, otherwise I get very pouty and throw a temper-tantrum.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm not gonna lie, sugar. I'm absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. I have long, slim limbs, including an abnormally long tail. My pelt is a rich, deep golden-brown, with black spots gracing it everywhere. My face has high-cheekbones, and is overall angular in shape, with big ears to better hear your secrets with. My eyes are a dazzling emerald green that stops toms dead in their tracks. I don't really need my blinding white teeth or my short, curved claws, but if I did, I would most certainly beat you with them. I have a rich, sensual voice, that sounds like little bells when I giggle. So to sum up, darling, I'm an angel.
My history, don't go poking around!
I don't really like to talk about it, but I suppose I'll tell you. I was born to a single mother, the oldest of three kits. My father ran off after he realized that she had us, and he didn't even say goodbye. She was overcome with grief, and to top it all off, our rich twoleg kicked us out once we were born. So we were reduced to eating crowfood and disease-ridden rats just to survive. This all took a terrible toll on my mother, who resorted to bad habits to try and take away the pain. She would come back to the shack dazed and confused, and when my siblings and I tried to comfort her, she would hiss at us that we would end up like nothing, just like her. She eventually died in an angry fit when she fell into a storm drain and broke her neck. My siblings and I parted, and ever since then, I have roamed the city trying to gain fame and thus prove my mother wrong.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:20 am
. : About Me : . My name is Valiant.
I'm a rogue, but plan on joining SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm twenty moons.
I'm a rogue, but hope to be a warrior.
My kin include Scarlett, my mother, and Angel, my sister, both dead. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-The stars.
-Swimming.
-Toms.
-Flirting.
-Fish.
-Fighting.
-Sunshine.
-My fur.
My least favorite things...
-Kill-joys.
-Uptight cats.
-Getting blood on my fur.
-Shark.
-Heights.
And, my fears.
-Shark coming back to life.
-Drowning.
-Dying. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
True to my name, I'm very strong-willed and determined. I stick by what I believe in, and don't let anyone get in my way.
I have a habit of being very loud, and love to laugh. I don't enjoy being bossed around, but know when to step down.
I'm fiercely protective over those I love, and I'm very friendly once you get to know me.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm not afraid to admit that I'm beautiful, because I am.
I have piercing green eyes that sparkle, and long, black fur that I have a habit of grooming. I have one white splotch on the tip of my tail and a few white hairs on my chest.
Part of my right ear is missing from a rough fight a few moons back, and I have a large scar on my shoulder, one that's very wide, and a smaller one on my cheek.
My history, don't go poking around!
When I was born, it was to an alley cat named Scarlett who was kicked out of her home because her twolegs didn't want to look after her kits. I had one sister, Angel.
Scarlett named me Raven. My mother had run away after her twolegs refused to take her back in, and ended up in a small colony of sorts, one filled with other alley cats. Most of them accepted us and gave us food and treated us like family. It was nice to have a warm place to sleep and other cats to play with. We were mostly accepted because of their leader, Aura. She was an extremely nice cat who loved everyone she met. When she saw us in our pitiful state, she took us in immediately. Aura became like a second mother to us. For the first ten moons of my life, everything was good. Then, one night, while we were all tucked away, fast asleep, a rogue who had been terrorizing the colony for a a moon or so had finally gathered the courage to attack. What a coward. I can still remember how his fangs glinted in the moonlight, covered in blood. The screams and cries of my friends still echo in my ears. They will haunt me forever. He had brought friends with him.
But he wasn't after us, he wanted a pack of cats to follow him so he could fight the other cats around us and take over the area. So, naturally, he went straight for the leader of the group. Aura had been recovering from a nasty fight with a pack of raccoons in her den and was easily overthrown by the moster. As her lifeless body lay in her nest, the tom jumped to the highest point, introduced himself as Shark and took over the assembled cats. He forced us to fight and trained us hard. It was a horrible life from then on. Eventually, my mother got sick of the way Shark wastreating us and formed a rebellion. Eager to prove myself, I joined in, against my mother's will, and trained in secret.
Five moons after Shark arrived, we finally fought back. In the dead of night, we silently killed his guards and snuck into his den. But somehow, he was waiting for us. Snarling, he jumped on the first cat who appeared, my mother. He killed her, right in front of my eyes, then went after my sister. That was too much for me. Mustering all the strength I had, I went after Shark, consuming by grief and rage, I fought. We battled until sunrise, both covered in blood and scratches. In the end, I killed him, nearly ending up dead myself. Lying there, half-dead on the ground, the other survivors gathered around me, and did everything they could to stop the bleeding. I survived, thanks to those who loved me.
As I grew stronger, the older cats in the group decided to rename me Valiant in honour of my bravery. From that point on, I decided I was going to live up to my name and be as strong as I could.
When I was seventeen moons, word of these 'Clans' reached my ears. The life there sounded better than what I had here, and I left, without a word. I talked to many cats along my journey, trying to find the Clans. Weary and tired, I made it. For now, I'll just stick to watching and waiting, trying to choose which Clan I'll join.
Maybe it's time to start over.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:59 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Alera.
I'm a proud member of the twolegs' house hold.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 22 moons.
I'm a kittypet.
My kin include Judith (mother), Samuel (father), Ariel (sister), Ishval (brother).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Mother
~ Father
~ Ishval
~ Ariel
~ My Twolegs
~ Going outside
~ Sunny spots
My least favorite things...
- Cerberus (Twolegs' dog)
- Rain
- CAGES!!
- Sloppy cat food
And, my fears.
X Going back to that place
X Being locked up again
X The "cutter" (the vet) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hello, my name is Alera. I'm a gentle and quiet she-cat. People say I'm skittish and easily frightened, but after you hear my story, you'll understand why. I prefer the quiet life, which has finally been granted to me, I must thank "Scar" for it. Being affectionate is one of my specialties, but I'm not a lap cat. I will come and comfort you when you are upset and I will stay be your side. I'm distrusting at first, however, if we meet under the right circumstances, I will be your friend from the get go. I must tell you, though, once I'm your friend, I'll be by your side for life. With my undying loyalty, don't expect me to take kindly to a one night stand.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a small grey and white she-cat. My fur is what is considered "baby fur." Even though I'm nearly two twolegs years, whatever those are, old, my fur is still soft and slightly fluffy like a kitten's. My ears and the top of my head are a soft dusky grey. They same dusky grey spreads across my back and melts into the soft grey of my tail. The rest of my fur is white. I'd say I look very simple, but "Scar" thinks it makes me beautiful and endearing. Along with that, my eyes are pale green, a pleasant color, if you ask me.
My history, don't go poking around!
My story makes me shudder at some points, at others, it makes me purr at the memory. So here is my story:
I was born to a beautiful grey and white she-cat named Judith. My father was a ginger tabby called Samuel. I don't remember much for the first moon or so, but after my eyes opened, the memories become as vivid as if it were happening now. Judith gave birth to my sister Ariel and me under a dumpster in an ally. My sister Ariel, like me, had soft grey and white fur with pale grey-green eyes. After we were born father wasn't around much, he was always away, digging in the dumpsters, trying to scrape enough together to feed us. The mice were scrawny and the rats were fierce. Stray dogs chased father away from most of what he could find.
There was another cat, my brother, Ishval. He was a brown tabby, I don't remember him much, it's been too long, but I remember he was always there. Ishval was older than Ariel and me by about twelve moons or more. He was always helping Samuel hunt, or he would be guarding the dumpster where Judith tended to my sister and me.
Even when Ariel and I were about two moons old, mother wouldn't allow us to venture out from beneath the dumpster. She said it was to dangerous, and she was right, it was. It all started that night, the night it was pouring rain. That should been reason enough no to venture out, but I was an idiot! Back then I was the bold one, the one always getting into trouble. And Ariel, well, she was shy and scared, she didn't want to go, she said we should wait for Mother or Father. But I just had to insist on us braking the rules, didn't I?
That night, mother had gone with father and brother because we were growing and more food had to be found. Mother had trusted that Ariel and I would stay put beneath the dumpster. But Ariel and I set paw out in the alley for the first time. Everything was so huge! Much larger than we has ever imagined, for we had never set paw beyond the edge f beneath the dumpster. It started out fine, we had a sniff around poking our noses into cracks ans feeling the wind and rain for the first time. Ariel hated it, but I loved it, the feeling of freedom. It seemed to be perfect until suddenly everything changed. There was a sound, a loud crashing, snarling, and a raging growl. That was when we saw it. A dog.
It came charging towards us, thundering across the pavement. Ariel shriek that we had to get back to the safety of the dumpster, but it was raining so heavily that we couldn't see the dumpster any longer. In a panic Ariel and I went racing away, down the ally. We became even more lost, but that didn't matter, the only thought that ran through my mind was that I had to run, I had to survive.
All of a sudden an even louder roar could be heard ahead of us, but Ariel and I were to afraid to stop running, we ran on. Our legs ached and our lungs screamed for air. All at once, we came bursting out of the ally and flew out onto a huge thunderpather. A monster, larger than one I've seen since, came swooping down on us. I don't know or remember exactly what happened, but a swoosh of air came and a blood curdling shriek split the air, only to be cut off. That, I know for sure, was Ariel.
When I next opened my eyes, everything was silent except for the sound of rain beating against the pavement. When I could get back on my paws, what I saw was so horrifying that I never want to remember it. Ariel was crushes, no, flattened on the cement. There was blood everywhere, such a grotesque seen, that at first, I couldn't believe that that was my sister. The sister who I trusted and loved. The sister who I had accidently brought to her death. But, then again, the dog was even more mutilated then my sister was, it had also been hit by the monster.
I collapsed after that. But when I opened my eyes again it was to the sound of my mother's grief filled wails. She, father, and Ishval had gathered, finding Ariel dead and me unconscious. It was also then that another monster came thundering towards us, but this one stopped in time. However the twoleg leaped out of the monster's belly and came running towards us. It captured mother, father, brother and me.
We were taken to the "cutter." The twolegs stuck things in me that made me feel sick and then I was thrown into a cold metal cage. The cage was placed with other cages, where twolegs would come and gawk, sometimes taking a cat with them when they left. Lots of cats screamed and cursed at the twolegs, shrieking insults at them, but they didn't understand. I was in a cage near Ishval, but one day, a twoleg came and took me away. that was the last I saw of my family. I was almost three moons old by them.
The twoleg was kind and fed me lots, but by then I hated and was scared of twolegs. She had two kits that shriek and pulled my tail whenever they saw me, that was why, one day, I ran away. I took my chances and slipped out the entrance to the twoleg nest. She chased me and yelled, but I didn't look back. I kept running and running, for as long as my legs would carry me.
I wandered for almost four moons, scraping for food and being chased by twoleg kits and their dogs. It wasn't until I was so worn down that I slunk into an ally one rainy night. It was cold and I was ready to die. The rain had soaked through my fur, my was plastered to my body, and my ribs stuck out like bare branches. At first I didn't see it, but there was a male twoleg sitting in the ally. However, at this point I didn't care anymore. I staggered over to him and collapsed. I fully expected to be beaten away, but instead he gently picked me up and held me close to his chest, keeping me warm and drying me off.
He took me back to his nest that night and gave me a warm bath. As it turned out, he lived the quiet life with a pretty garden. He didn't keep me locked up or penned in. In fact, he gave me the option to leave, but I chose to stay with him. He gave me food, shelter, and a place to sleep. He lived alone and I was the only one had had to give love to. I call him "Scar" because of a big "X" shaped scar on his forehead, I do not know what other twolegs call him. He also had brown skin and dark red-brown eyes. I spend lots of time with "Scar," but I also like the freedom he gives me and I go outside everyday. I owe "Scar" my life and he's the only twoleg I could ever love.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:46 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Vai, don't forget it, Cutie.
I'm a proud member of the streets, Baby!
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 19 moons old.
I'm a street cat.
My kin include Nada~. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
► Successful manipulation.
► Attractive toms
► Sounds of agony
► Winning 'games'
► Being called pretty
► The feeling of her claws sinking into flesh
► Cuddling.
► Snuggles
► Fighting more than one cat at once
► Muscles ;D
My least favorite things...
◄ Being alone
◄ Being rejected
◄ Losing
◄ Cowards
◄ Those who complain
◄ Water
◄ Rain
◄ Love
And, my fears.
▼ Water
▼ Loosing Jinx
▼ Being tortured
▼ Growing old
▼ Drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Vai tends to attract the spotlight where ever she goes. She wouldn't have it any other way. She has an intelligent mind for plotting and manipulating but she gets distracted by petty things like her looks or attractive toms. She knows how to fight and loves doing so but the only thing she loves more is having a tom fight for her. If she had her way she would make an annual game of making toms battle for her in an arena. She tends to flirt and tease toms during battle. There's another side of Vai that acts more like a kitten,sitting in the background, observing and wanting comfort and acting like a school-girl. There are rumors that claim that she's bipolar. With either personality, she has a weakness for strong, dominant toms.
It's what I am, like it or not.
V is a tortie with black being the base color and having orange and white molted together. Her sparkling, ice blue eyes tended to command most of the attention . Vai's figure was small and petite, basing most of her fighting style on speed, agility and finesse. Most would say her looks and poise makes her an attractive temptation.
My history, don't go poking around!
The first thing Vai remembers is a warm nest, yellow lights shining above as a motherly figure pushed her closer to nurse. Vai refused, too busy looking around with blurred eyes. Dark. The next memory was a scene of her beautiful mum sleeping on a sofa with Vai's three brothers surrounding her, she felt happy then. Then it goes blank. The last memory of her kithood she was around the age of 8 moons, she was outside in the cold. She shivered as raindrops fell onto her pelt. She was surrounded by brown walls, though she could see the sky. Vai attacked the soaking wet box which submitted to her without problem. Dark.
Vai was a young she-cat, warrior age, speaking to an old tom, her teacher. He helped her learn the ways and lifestyle of the streets. Dark. Battle practice, learning how she could use her lack of size to her use. Dark. Teacher demanded she test what she learned on her own. Dark. Vai was trotting along the sidewalk at night, toms surrounding her, she fought them, rolling backwards through one tom's legs and having the two others claw each other instead of Vai. She leaped onto the unhurt tom's back, sinking her fangs around the back of his neck and clamping down, shaking her head violently, tearing through the flesh to which the white spinal cord was showing. There was no noise, just the pumping in her ears. Pain, then darkness.
V was wounded, laying back at the meeting place of her and her teacher. receive a lesson in healing using fluff from inside cushions and pieces of fabric. More pain, then dark. That was all she remembered of importance, other than the death of her teacher, old age. The days of her being alone were dreadful and she thought of ending her life herself.
Soon-- she met Jinx, who is now her best friend and partner in crime. That is when her personality truly started to develop into the flirtatious, manipulative vixen of the streets. She found herself back in the swing of street life, thinking more like a psychotic schoolgirl than anything else. OOC sad ( She and Jinx will have a meeting basically right after Vai gets accepted. XD))
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:27 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Thorn.
I'm a proud member of the streets.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons old.
I'm a street cat.
My kin include no one.
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
- Violence
- Spilling blood if necessary, or just for amusement
- Stealing
- Certain food
- Making good deals
- Meeting up with some other good street cats
- Fights
- Mischief
My least favorite things...
- Cats who are pathetic
- Weaklings
- Innocence
- Cowards
- Twolegs and kittypets
- Immaturity
- If Jinx disobeys his orders
- Love
And, my fears.
- Losing food
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Thorn can be very serious as well, but once in a while he'll crack a chuckle when he chats with his good street friends. The tom is willing to spill blood to possess food. Or just for enjoyment. Sometimes he isn't afraid to hurt Jinx if he has to. The tom is more sociable than Jinx, who stays distant. He's quite tough and contains that strength he needs to stay alive in the streets.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Thorn is a fairly handsome tom. He's only well known for his strength, his speed can get better. His fur is a dark, gray colour. Thorn's fur is moderately long, not too long. And his eyes contain that dark, dangerous green shade.
My history, don't go poking around!
Thorn was always a street cat. He never dared to inch closer to the Twoleg territory. As a young kit, he learned to live without parents. He get by on the streets by using his claws as a deadly weapon. Thorn grew more stronger by day. But there was something he really needed. A cat who will work for him.
Thorn would try to meet up with cats and check for their abilities of work. They would either be too weak or only focus on his looks. It was too irritating. Then that's when he spotted Jinx in a battle. Her battle impressed Thorn, she was swift and strong. That's when he decided to challenge her in a battle, to test her skills further.
Thorn ended up defeating her, but he was indeed tired and exhausted. He won't show his weakness too easily. Jinx was forced to work with him, and that's when they roam the streets together. . : About Me : . My name is Jinx.
I'm a proud member of the streets.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 20 moons old.
I'm a street cat.
My kin include no one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Causing harm
- Sometimes being left alone
- Decent neighbors
- Finding some good food
- Danger
My least favorite things...
- Immaturity
- Sensitive cats
- Love, just pathetic
- Crowded areas
- Complaints
- Kittypets
And, my fears.
- None . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Jinx doesn't mind being distant or quiet from the other cats. She usually tags along with Thorn everyday. Only reason is because he's pretty mature and less whiny. Jinx is very mature and tends to take things seriously, never did she laugh a bit from a joke. If she has to cause harm, then there is no hesitation.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Jinx is a slender gray tabby. She has a bit of white under her chin and belly. Her eyes has a very light sapphire colour, with a tint of dark shade. She is well known for her beauty and strength for two reasons. One, she takes advantage of her beauty to steal food from other cats. Two, she uses her strength to slice open the skin of any cats who bug her.
My history, don't go poking around!
You can say that, Jinx wasn't always a street cat. She, in fact, was a kittypet back in her days. She despised everything about the kittypet life. The food they served wasn't satisfying, the Twolegs wouldn't stop touching her fur and the other Twolegs were a bunch of lazy cats. It was dull in the Twoleg den. Nothing exciting to look forward to.
However Jinx's constant violent behaviour caused the Twolegs to despise her the most. As a result, they got rid of her by putting her in a strange box. Then they left that box in town and left her alone. She wasn't upset, in fact she took this as an opportunity. It was freedom!
Jinx then lived her life on the streets. Her daily schedule will involve digging through the trash to find some food, seducing other cats into giving her food and fight other cats just for amusement.
One day on the streets, Jinx was challenging a large, white tom. He looked vicious alright, but nothing about his appearance caused Jinx to flinch. Like that, she jumped in the air and attacked him on the back. With a couple of struggles, he was down. No more was his fur white, it was a light crimson red.
Then right after the battle she noticed a tom approach her. He was known as Thorn. The tom wasn't as vicious as the big white cat, however he did contain muscles. Thorn challenged Jinx in a battle, but if he wins, Jinx would have to work for her. However if it's the other way around, then Jinx would get all the shiny items she want. Challenge was accepted.
The battle was long and vicious. Many street cats were intrigued by the intense battle. Jinx would take him down, however Thorn would take the lead. Eventually, Jinx was defeated. She wasn't happy but Thorn was willing to share his food with her. Thorn has more power however he was quite impressed with Jinx's skills.
As for Jinx, her job is to find food, kill or injure any cat who ticks them off and follow Thorn's commands.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 1:56 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Asteria.
I'm a proud member of the city life, don't mess with me.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 30 moons.
I'm a city cat, I bite.
My kin include no one you need to know about. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-The night sky.
-Solitude.
-Stars.
-Dreaming of a better life.
-Swimming.
-The darkness.
-Her home.
-The smell of flowers, but she'll never tell.
-Toms and kits. Although she doesn't act like it.
My least favorite things...
-Having to eat rotten food at times.
-Ignorant cats.
-Cats who get above themselves.
-Younger cats who act like they know it all.
-Having her sleep disturbed.
-Cats staring at her scar.
-Cloudy nights.
-Not understanding.
And, my fears.
-Her twolegs coming to find her.
-Not being able to find food.
-Reliving 'that night'
-At times, dying. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Asteria is very tough, very quiet. She doesn't enjoy loud conversations, and thrives when there is only one other voice besides hers. She has been through it all, and isn't very trusting when it comes to other cats. Asteria has a habit of being snappy when provoked, and won't hesitate to raise a claw to anyone who mistreats her.
Deep down, Asteria has a motherly side to her, which is why she puts up with younger cats, and watches out for them. She has no love for other she-cats though, they irk her, and all of them are stuck-up fame-seekers anyways. She doesn't need that. Asteria will never admit to loving anyone, or anything, but sometimes, she wants to know what love is, too. Most of the time, she sits quietly, judging other cats by how they act and treat other cats. That's how you learn about them, by watching. That's when their true character shows. She is very patient, but has a wild temper, so if there's a gang fight going on, she'll choose the upper side and let loose, usually bringing them to victory. Deep down, Asteria longs for a companion, one who will never abandon her.
Asteria retreats back to her silence, always watching.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Asteria is a maine coon, so she has very big bone structure, resulting in her being one big cat. She has thick dark black fur, seemingly course, but actually very soft to the touch. Asteria has puffs of white spread out across her large body, mostly by her neck and on the tip of her tail.
She has very crooked, wicked sharp teeth, pristine white and shiny. Her claws match her teeth, long and pointy, able to inflict much pain when she tries. Her long tail sweeps across the ground, and makes a very good blanket on those cold winter nights.
As for her eyes, one is a shockingly bright amber, flecked with gold, and the other is forever shut by a long scar that goes from a little bit further than the top of her eye, all the way down to her nose. She has no problem with it, although it is a bit of an inconvience. As for her scars, Asteria has gotten many over the years, but only a few are plainly visible, like the long gash on her shoulder, and the one running up her left leg. Those are reminders of what she has been through, and Asteria treasures them.
My history, don't go poking around!
Asteria was born to a street cat, one they called 'Brigette'. She was quite well known among the streets, especially with the toms. Brigette had a habit of flirting with a tom, then leaving after a day or so. She got bored easiy and had no time for the woes of a tom's heart.
Eventually, one day, when Brigette was roaming around, looking for food, she met a tom, one that actually captured her heart, instead of the other way around. The two fell in love, and one day, he revealed a secret. He was a kittypet, a house cat. Brigette was shocked, but he convinced her that the life of a kittypet was much more appealing than the life poor Brigette was living now. He wanted her to come and live with him, enjoy the life of luxury, eat whenever she wanted to, sleep in a warm bed. Eager to get off the streets and live with the tom she loved, Brigette agreed and followed him home. The twolegs he was living with were both middle-aged cat fanatics and welcomed Brigette into their house with open arms. For a moon or so, she enjoyed everything a kittypet life had to offer, lapping up the attention. When Brigette discovered she was pregnant, that's when everything went wrong. She only had one kit, Asteria.
For a few moons, Asteria lived happily with her mother and father, until the day the twolegs brought home a dog. Brigette had a deathly fear of dogs, and refused to stay in the house with it. She told her mate she had to leave, and took off, leaving Asteria with her father.
Frightened by the huge animal now roaming her house, Asteria thought, at her young age, that she had to follow her mother. So, one night, Asteria snuck out through the cat flap and disappeared, searching for Brigette.
After searching for what seemed like forever, Asteria met a street cat, named Liss, who took Asteria in and showed her how to survive while searching for her mom. Eventually, Asteria gave up searching for Brigette, and decided to stay with Liss, who was better than her actual mother, anyways.
After a few moons of peace, a gang of cats came into the city, each and every one of them big, tough, and ready to kill. They spotted Liss and Asteria right away and gave them the ultimatium of either getting out of the city, or dying.
Getting her stubborness from her mother, Asteria refused, wanting to stay in her cozy little box with Liss. Furious at being snapped at by a kit, the leader of the gang slashed her across the left eye with his sharp claws, leaving a long gash that would later, scar. While Asteria was trying hard not to pass out from the pain, the gang brutally injured Liss, and left the two there to die. A few hours later, Asteria dragged Liss to the nearest house and feebly scratched at their door before passing out once again.
Luckily, the human that lived there brought them to the vet, where they stitched up Asteria and tried to save Liss.
When Asteria awoke, she somehow knew Liss was dead. It caused the she-cat great grief, but she was a street cat, she could cope. When the stitches finally came off, Asteria was laid out by the door of the vet's office, maybe to stretch her legs, but she took off, escaping the hands of the twoleg and disappearing into the alleys.
As she grew up, she grew largely in size, ending up bigger than most cats. Her scar gave her an advantage, as it frightened most cats. She soon found a nice city she liked and grew up there, silent and watchful, as she slowly grew a thick skin and got over Liss' death. Asteria never forgot her mother, though. She hoped and hoped Brigette would show up, but she never did.
One sunny day, the gang came to her city. The same ones that had killed Liss and gave Asteria her scar. Outraged, and now bigger than the leader, she pounced on him unexpectedly and killed him, right in front of his followers. She was soon jumped by all seven of them, and barely survived. She managed to kill some, but soon took off running when none of the othe street cats came to her aide
After jumping from city to city for a moon, Asteria finally found one she liked. Now, she resides there, waiting for the gang to find her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:49 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Flur.
I'm a proud member of the Resistance!
I'm a she-cat, why do you want to know?!
I'm 18 moons old are you writing this down?!
I'm a kittypet.
My kin include I'm all alone.. I mean..I HAVE AN ARMY!!! . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
❥ Things that won't kill me or hurt me.
❥ Chatting
❥ Being comforted
❥ When people pet my luscious fur- only when they stroke GENTLY!
❥ Toms... sometimes, when they don't want to kidnap me.
My least favorite things...
☠ Baths
☠ Being stared at
☠ Poison
☠ Dirty things
☠ Scary things
And, my fears.
☣ Water
☣ Loud noises
☣ Being startled
☣ Monsters
☣ Twolegs she doesn't know
☣ Cats she doesn't know
☣ The dark....(bad things happen at night..)
☣ Weird smells
☣ Unknown food
☣ Ghosts
☣ The dreaded scrubber(Toothbrush)
☣ The 'others'
☣ Etc... . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Flur is the product of scary movies and horrifying stories. She fears anything and absolutely everything. If someone moves too fast, she will yelp and play dead... A corpse that whimpers constantly. Flur is one of the biggest believer and creator of conspiracy theories. She believes she is being watched at all times and often walks in circles when she's nervous. She has trust issues She has issues in general.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Flur is a dainty, fluffy pure white she-cat with gorgeous green eyes. Unlike most kittypets, she isn't plump, rather a bit underweight. When she gets scared she doesn't eat and occasionally... looses her previous meal... But thanks to her twoleg and the horrible scrubber with it's overpowering stench and taste, Flur's teeth are as shiny white as her pelt. Flur believes her twoleg is trying to keep Flur looking pretty enough to be a sacrifice.
My history, don't go poking around!
Flur was born and raised from an ex-breeder, who sold her mother, father and all of her siblings, deciding to keep Flur as her 'pet'. As a kitten, Flur was forced to watch the scariest of scary horror flicks, giving her constant nightmares. The neighboring cats didn't help, filling her mind with conspiracy theories and telling her all of the scary in the world was real and happening RIGHT UNDER HER ROOF!! She nearly fainted just thinking about it now.
She knew that her twoleg, Pen(actually Jen) gave her family to the 'others' a mix between twoleg and cat who are repulsive and cruel. Flur knew she was going to be sacrificed to them. She wouldn't go, no, no, no she would rather die than go off to the 'others'. They watched her, they always watched her, waiting to take her and gobble her up!
Well... even though she had never seen one of the 'others' she still knew they existed, everything on that magic box(tv) was real! Flur wasn't going to be tricked by the 'others' spy cats who laughed at her and called her paranoid. The 'others' wanted her to lower her guard so they could pounce and keep her as a slave. That wouldn't happen! EVER! Thus, she created the resistance, a group against the evil 'others' So far the member count is 1. Flur. (Oh yeah, I did just make a paranoid cat. XD)
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