Post by rosemarie on Dec 2, 2015 1:50:10 GMT
Name: Slate
Desired Name: N/A
Age: 17 moons
Rank: N/A
Allegiance: Rogue
Birth Moon: The Cold Moon 2013
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Slate is a light gray tom with darker gray streaks spattering his coat.
The tips of his ears and tail are also dark gray. His eyes are light brown with hints
of gray-blue, and almond shaped. His muzzle tapers down narrowly to his strangely
small light pink nose. His whiskers are also slightly longer than most. He walks with
a distinct limp as he was born with his left front paw slightly twisted inward. Slate is
long-limbed and slender, and his features are surprisingly exotic for such a rough cat
Personality: Slate grew up in the wild, and in the wild you have two choices: kill or be
killed. Slate took this to heart and has slowly trained himself to be a skilled fighter,
although he can be ruthless sometimes. Around other cats he is quiet and even
slightly cold, but once he is comfortable around you he becomes much warmer.
Having grown up among hardened rogues, Slate can be a bit hard sometimes, and he
pushes others away in an effort to defend himself even when there is no need to. He is
also a bit proud and very sensitive when it comes to his deformed paw. However he has
found a way to use it to his advantage, and has become extremely adept and climbing
and navigating the tree tops.
History: Slate, unbeknownst to him, was actually born to a kittypet, a spoiled, fluffy little
thing that immediately abandoned the deformed kitten. Her Twolegs, upon finding the
she-cat's apparent distaste for her runt, took the kitten to a nearby forest and left him to
die. However, Slate was found by a group of wandering loners, who nursed him to health.
Once Slate was older, he cultivated a desire to make it on his own, and left the loners at
around 8 moons old. He has been wandering from place to place ever since, surviving
famine, drought, scraps with other rogues, and once even a badger attack. Now he has
found himself a home in the forest, and as adapted well. He lives in an old fox den under
the roots of a fairly large oak tree, and defends the territory surrounding it with ferocity.
Note: Slate is attracted to both toms and she-cats. (bisexual)
Desired Name: N/A
Age: 17 moons
Rank: N/A
Allegiance: Rogue
Birth Moon: The Cold Moon 2013
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Slate is a light gray tom with darker gray streaks spattering his coat.
The tips of his ears and tail are also dark gray. His eyes are light brown with hints
of gray-blue, and almond shaped. His muzzle tapers down narrowly to his strangely
small light pink nose. His whiskers are also slightly longer than most. He walks with
a distinct limp as he was born with his left front paw slightly twisted inward. Slate is
long-limbed and slender, and his features are surprisingly exotic for such a rough cat
Personality: Slate grew up in the wild, and in the wild you have two choices: kill or be
killed. Slate took this to heart and has slowly trained himself to be a skilled fighter,
although he can be ruthless sometimes. Around other cats he is quiet and even
slightly cold, but once he is comfortable around you he becomes much warmer.
Having grown up among hardened rogues, Slate can be a bit hard sometimes, and he
pushes others away in an effort to defend himself even when there is no need to. He is
also a bit proud and very sensitive when it comes to his deformed paw. However he has
found a way to use it to his advantage, and has become extremely adept and climbing
and navigating the tree tops.
History: Slate, unbeknownst to him, was actually born to a kittypet, a spoiled, fluffy little
thing that immediately abandoned the deformed kitten. Her Twolegs, upon finding the
she-cat's apparent distaste for her runt, took the kitten to a nearby forest and left him to
die. However, Slate was found by a group of wandering loners, who nursed him to health.
Once Slate was older, he cultivated a desire to make it on his own, and left the loners at
around 8 moons old. He has been wandering from place to place ever since, surviving
famine, drought, scraps with other rogues, and once even a badger attack. Now he has
found himself a home in the forest, and as adapted well. He lives in an old fox den under
the roots of a fairly large oak tree, and defends the territory surrounding it with ferocity.
Note: Slate is attracted to both toms and she-cats. (bisexual)