Post by PookaPrince on Dec 1, 2015 8:25:30 GMT
Name:
Rover
Desired Name:
None
Age:
23 Moons
Rank:
N/A
Allegiance:
Loner
Birth Moon:
Hunter's Moon 2014
Gender:
Tom
Appearance: X
Fawn tabby tom with pale hazel eyes
Rover is a scruffy looking pale brown tabby with hazel eyes bright with mischief. His short fur is mainly a light brown, with a pale underbelly that reaches up to his chin and darker brown stripes littering his coat. He has a slender body with long legs he uses mainly to run away. His most notable feature is his ears, which are noticeably larger than average and cut in several places.
Personality:
Affable - Curious - Show-off - Resourceful - Audacious
Living in the big city meant you had to be of two things: tough or smart. Rover chose the latter option. Capable of analyzing a situation and making decisions on the fly, he can talk himself out of most any situation. Don't think he's all talk and no walk though. Rover's just as quick on his feet as he is with his tongue, and while he can't deliver any knockout punches, his blows are fast and precise. That being said, city life taught him enough about self-preservation to know better than to go picking fights he can't win, and if he can't beat em, join em. Loyalty to him is just another card in his hands, something to be played at just the right moment. To him, life is just a big game. And he's not afraid to play a little dirty.
History:
Rover's birth home was a whole different world compared to his current forest den. Where he came from monsters were just as common as twolegs, prey was whatever leftover twoleg dish you found in the alleys, and everything was fast. As a kit, Rover saw more than one cat get left behind for not keeping up with the rest of his world, and he resolved early on to not be one of them. He spent most of his kithood kissing up to the twolegs around him, begging for scarps of food and places to stay the night. He had multiple owners without any of them ever really owning him. As he grew older and his soft kitten fluff got shorter and messier, twolegs wanted less and less to do with him. As the moons went by he learned to hunt and steal food for himself, whilst avoiding the multiple dangers around him. Until one day his luck ran out. While trying his luck at begging again with a couple of twolegs who seemed friendly enough, one of them managed to sneak up behind him and wrap something around his throat and dragged him into a shiny den in the back of a monster. He thought he'd be stuck in that den forever, until it fell out of the back and onto the side of a monster path, with the monster leaving him far behind in the middle of nowhere. It took till sundown but he managed to get the den to open and escape, a bit bruised and ruffled but despite everything alive. Now he's trying to adjust to the slowed down life of the forest he's found himself in.
Rover
Desired Name:
None
Age:
23 Moons
Rank:
N/A
Allegiance:
Loner
Birth Moon:
Hunter's Moon 2014
Gender:
Tom
Appearance: X
Fawn tabby tom with pale hazel eyes
Rover is a scruffy looking pale brown tabby with hazel eyes bright with mischief. His short fur is mainly a light brown, with a pale underbelly that reaches up to his chin and darker brown stripes littering his coat. He has a slender body with long legs he uses mainly to run away. His most notable feature is his ears, which are noticeably larger than average and cut in several places.
Personality:
Affable - Curious - Show-off - Resourceful - Audacious
Living in the big city meant you had to be of two things: tough or smart. Rover chose the latter option. Capable of analyzing a situation and making decisions on the fly, he can talk himself out of most any situation. Don't think he's all talk and no walk though. Rover's just as quick on his feet as he is with his tongue, and while he can't deliver any knockout punches, his blows are fast and precise. That being said, city life taught him enough about self-preservation to know better than to go picking fights he can't win, and if he can't beat em, join em. Loyalty to him is just another card in his hands, something to be played at just the right moment. To him, life is just a big game. And he's not afraid to play a little dirty.
History:
Rover's birth home was a whole different world compared to his current forest den. Where he came from monsters were just as common as twolegs, prey was whatever leftover twoleg dish you found in the alleys, and everything was fast. As a kit, Rover saw more than one cat get left behind for not keeping up with the rest of his world, and he resolved early on to not be one of them. He spent most of his kithood kissing up to the twolegs around him, begging for scarps of food and places to stay the night. He had multiple owners without any of them ever really owning him. As he grew older and his soft kitten fluff got shorter and messier, twolegs wanted less and less to do with him. As the moons went by he learned to hunt and steal food for himself, whilst avoiding the multiple dangers around him. Until one day his luck ran out. While trying his luck at begging again with a couple of twolegs who seemed friendly enough, one of them managed to sneak up behind him and wrap something around his throat and dragged him into a shiny den in the back of a monster. He thought he'd be stuck in that den forever, until it fell out of the back and onto the side of a monster path, with the monster leaving him far behind in the middle of nowhere. It took till sundown but he managed to get the den to open and escape, a bit bruised and ruffled but despite everything alive. Now he's trying to adjust to the slowed down life of the forest he's found himself in.