Post by RiiRii on Oct 10, 2012 5:00:57 GMT -10
Name ~ Zandaya
Gender ~ She-cat
Age ~ 20 moons
Rank ~ Farm Cat
Clan ~ None
Beliefs ~ Having never heard of Starclan or the dark forest or any clan of that matter, Zandaya has grown up under the belief of no god or creator and based her beliefs over the theory of evolution as her owners and the people who care for her on the farm talk about.
She does believe that cats can coexist with one another in the world and that there really is no need for violence between any cat of any kind, knowing that it's pointless.
If a cat was to wrong her beliefs, she would just acknowledge this fact; this also counted if the cat would wrong her family. She really listens to both views and isn't at all judgmental but will question their beliefs with her own and have a debate.
Parents ~ Mother, Maisy (A white and black she-cat with blue eyes.)
Father, Tarot. (A Tom with brown fur and green eyes and long whiskers)
Adopted Mother, Juniper. (A Caramel brown, sleek she-cat with blue eyes)
Adopted Father, Ash. (An ash grey tom with brown eyes)
Siblings ~ Adopted Sisters; Kayle (Golden-brown she-cat with light brown eyes)
Lily. (Milky white she-cat with grey spots)
Adopted Brothers; Ren (Creamy orange tom with light blue eyes)
Sam (Light brown tom with caramel brown tom)
Other Kin ~Ember (Golden orange she-cat) {Niece} Rolo (Chocolate brown tom){Nephew}
Mate ~ None
Crush ~ None
Kits ~ None
Apprentice/Mentor ~ None
Appearance ~ She was born a scrawny white and black she-kit. Eventually when she started growing up, she was always the smaller cat of the group. As she grown up, she became more bulkier and muscular.
Her pelt is a beautiful glossy white pelt with a black mask-like style to the top part of her head, marked with pink nose and a thin white line going over the top of her head.
She has a black pelt over her back, following down to her shoulders and hind legs. Her paws were pink and her flank was black too.
Her tail is white and thick, like a fox tail.
Finally, her green eyes will rest upon the top of her face.
Personality ~ Having been brought up under the impression of coexisting working together cats, she has become polite and gentle with a strong motherly appearance towards the kit.
She has a very strong heart and always so caring of every cat with strong beliefs towards each and every cat. She doesn't really like making enemies, but when she does become on the wrong side of a cat she releases a whole new mad and vicious she-cat.
All they have to do is hurt her family and she will lunge, it's one of her top peeves.
It's rare for her to come onto another cats bad side, but it has happened. She has a sort of sharp tongue and can simply use words that could strike at cats which will tick them off, worse than ticks on elders or elders sleeping on burrs.
An actual very mature she-cat, she is playful and can be quite hyper and crazy when she wants to be. She can have her selfish moments and her greedy moments. She always looks out for her family since they accepted her when she was a young kit who was abandoned, she puts them before herself. However, she does have selfish times where she places her own welfare before any other cat, growing too attached with her own body. She hates being demanded about and will refuse to obey any cat who wants her to do their chores for them.
She is a clean freak, she loves to clean and do things for herself. Each cat in her home has to clean and do their own nests, but if they demand or tell her to do theirs, she'll object to it.
Skills ~
Hunting on land ~ She stalks through the undergrowth of the corn and maize to find the mice and voles and any other small mammals.
In the farm, there are logs that hide mice beneath them. She leans against the logs and begins to shake the logs causing the mice to scatter, which the other cats will hunt and chase after.
She doesn't really go near the lake with the fish in, the lake is too deep and too dangerous to swim in due to the fishes like pike who are known to bite.
In the barnyard, she hunts through the hay, making it rustle and send the mice running in fear before leaping out and landing onto each mice, chasing while her kin curl them into a corner.
Fighting is something completely different, the farm yard has many rogue cats who they quite happily welcome to eat and rest for the night, especially in rainy weather.
However, there are times when cats come and challenging them to threaten them, but they refuse. Causing the cats to go after them. When the cats refuse to run, Zandaya and her kin form a circle and lunge and use each other as support. Using their lithe and thin bodies to fight.
Zandaya, fighting on her own, uses her surroundings to help fight. Climbing up on the wood and landing down against her foe and pinning them down before biting into their neck. If they retreat and swipe back, she lunges down against the cat and will scratch and claw at their neck and body.
History ~ Born an only kit, her mother and father never really aimed for her to be born so they placed her down outside of a barn door. As the rain fell, two farm cats walked towards the sound of Zandaya's pitiful mewling.
"Ash! Look!" A caramel brown and white she-cat gasped, running over towards the kit. "She's so small and scrawny and it looks like whoever left her here had left her quite some time. Their scent has been washed away by the rain..." she glanced towards Ash who examined the kit before nodding.
"Lets get her out of the rain and into the barn. Kayle and Sam are waiting for us to return with all this prey." With that, he traced his tail over the box filled with mice. "They're hungry."
The caramel brown and white she-cat turned and walked onward helping pull the box with the kit on her back, crying.
As they entered the barn door, the warmth entered Zandaya and made her feel warm, as she glanced towards the other cats. Two bigger kits raced down towards the two cats and dived into the box.
The caramel brown she-cat placed her down and guided her towards her belly to suckle.
"I'll call you Zandaya ~ Hello, Zandaya... My name is Juniper and I'll be your new mother." she pressed her black nose to Zandaya's head and smiled. Zandaya grew up in the Ranch since then.
Many moons passed and Zandaya matured, when she was just 10 moons old, the sun glowed bright in the sky as two cats walked through the corn before growling. Zandaya stared towards them as they watched her. They were young kits, clearly unable to defend for themselves. One was a white with grey spots over her body and the other was just a creamy orange tabby tom.
"Look, Ren!" the white and grey she cat mewed, fur ruffling and tail raised. "She's trying to stalk our mice!"
"Lets stop her, Lily!" With that, they both dived towards Zandaya causing her to rear and push them both away awkwardly.
As she staggered backwards and fell onto her side, she squirmed and rolled onto her belly before slashing the tom away with her paw. "I'm not after your mice!" she hissed, stalking backwards.
Kayle and Sam ran over and stood beside Zandaya. She was a lot smaller between the two cats and then towards the kits. They were relatively small, but she felt pitiful for them.
"Why not just let them eat the mice and let them grow up here? They look starved." she glanced towards the two small cats, their rib cages were visible in their fur.
After they ate, Zandaya listened to their story before looking towards her older siblings.
"Well, suppose mama and papa wont mind" Kayle mused, looking towards Sam who nodded.
"What are your names?" he added.
"My name is Lily and this is Ren. Can we stay here? The food is so yummy and we don't want to travel anymore, we ran away..."
"Of course." Juniper said softly, walking over towards them and smiling.
Many moons passed after that, Zandaya had became 20 moons.
Walking throughout the undergrowth of the corn field, learning from the owners of the farm about all kinds of things.
They had accepted that cats inhabited their farm land and were growing up, even put cat food out for them to eat and in return all they had to do was remove the mice and rats from their barn, garden and anywhere else they were prone to rise.
Juniper and Ash were given collars and became the farm house cats.
Kayle and Sam became mates with their own kits, Ember and Rolo.
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