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Post by Watermelon on Jul 28, 2012 1:04:24 GMT -5
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Name: Watermelon
Gender: Female
Age: Six
Clan: None as of yet.
Rank: None as of yet.
Personality: Watermelon is cautious, but hates waiting on things. Her first instincts are usually to observe and stay out of sight. She doesn't really like being the center of attention, but knows its bound to happen because of her paws. She's always asking questions, and frequently asks them multiple times to different cats. This is a trait that has gotten her into trouble in the past, but she doesn't let it stop her. Finding out what others have to say is always interesting to her.
Physical Description: Watermelon is a sandy white color, with soft orangeish markings, and two brownish red markings over her eyes. She's a lean cat, a little leaner than she should be, having come from a two-leg place. She has almost shockingly blue eyes for her coloration,a long, feathery tail, and an extra claw on each paw. ______________________________ History Watermelon came from a two-leg nest, abused and hurt from the larger two-legs, while their kit tried to protect her from them time and again. Watermelon ran away when the two-leg kit let her out of the house first time.
Kithood name - Apprentice name - Warrior name -
General background info: ______________________________ Family Yes. Mother- Her mother is a Kittypet named Pillow- a white Queen with green eyes, and a mottled brown and gold tail. clan- None.
Father- Her father is unknown. Its suspected that he's an Angora mix because of Watermelons eyes, tail, and her paws. clan- None. Loner, perhaps.
Brothers and Sisters - Esther, a tan and gold she-cat with very long fur, and Silver, a white, gray and pale gold tom with bright gray eyes, and one extra toe on his back right paw. clan/s- None. ______________________________ Sample RP Post: Watermelon looked up to the blue sky with a thrill that ran right to her paws as she took a few short paw steps away from her two-leg kit, who watched on like her mother, Pillow, would have if she'd been out with her. At least, that's what she thought would have happened. The grass was springy, this close to the two-leg nest, and it took a minute for her paws to get used to the odd texture. She'd never been outside of the nest before, and now that she was, she found that the grass wasn't as soft as it looked. It was better. It smelled strange, but it didn't smell like the nest did, at least. The two-leg kit got up, meowing something or other to Watermelon, but Watermelon wasn't interested, and moved farther away from the kit. She looked back, and realized suddenly that this was her chance. She could run off into the yard and do what she wanted! She eyes the large trees, and felt the foreboding of their size wash over her like the water that the two-legs liked to wash her in. She moved away from them just as the door to the nest opened, and a large two-leg came out to yowl at the two-leg kit. They began yowling at each other, the larger one grabbed the smaller one and began to drag her inside as Silver ran out of the door. She went up to meet him, ignoring the yowling two-legs. She was used to it- they yowled all the time, after all.
His ears were down, and his back fluffed up at the grass beneath his paws. It was his first time out as well, but something was wrong, Watermelon knew as soon as she say him.
“You have to leave!†Silver meowed.
“What? What do you mean, I have to leave?†Watermelon stared at her brother, perplexed. Was this one of his new games?
“The two-legs are taking us away in carriers. I don't know where they're taking them, but Mother told me to run. I think we should.â€
“How can we? There's a fence all the way around the nest! How will we get away if they can catch us?†She knew he was right if their mother had warned them to run. She had always talked about the time when they would always be free together in the forest or some other nest. But there was suddenly no time. With a horrible yowl, the male two-legs was running at them. She arched her back defensively and turned tail, running, her brother hard on her paws just behind her...
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Post by Shatteredstar on Jul 28, 2012 1:13:37 GMT -5
Runaway kittypet accepted :3 Welcome to Atrophy!
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Post by Watermelon on Jul 28, 2012 1:14:24 GMT -5
Thank you! ^.^
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