Post by Mockingbird on Jun 26, 2011 14:13:20 GMT -10
Name | Whisper
Gender | Tom
Age | 6 moons
Rank | Loner
Clan | Loner
Beliefs | He's just a young thing, so this young guy doesn't know quite what to believe yet. But he's old enough to know that with a life this hard, surely there couldn't be any sort of higher power that actually cared. If there's something out there, it's certainly not looking out for him.
Parents | Hobbes and Millie
Siblings | Cracker, Jack, Chip, Minnie, Frisco
Other Kin | Unknown
Mate | Goodness no!
Crush | Not yet.
Kits | Certainly not.
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet.
Appearance | Even for his age, Whisper is a large tom. He has large feet and a thick body, with a tail nearly as wide around as his front legs. He has a thick, fluffy pelt with several layers that keeps him dry and warm in the rainy seasons, and will be quite helpful for fishing and swimming as well. All over his coat are round black rings, spots and short stripes. His tail is wrapped in stripes like a raccoon, and on his face is a black mask. His paws are black as well, and he has bright yellow eyes. Whisper has beautiful silver fur as the majority of his pelt, and a white underbelly.
Personality | Whisper not only looks the part for his name, but has the personality to match. He's sneaky and cunning, and keeps secrets very well. He could probably snatch your mouse from under your nose if he felt like it. Luckily, this young tomcat is also viciously loyal and kind, not one to do harm to his friends for any reason. But enemies and rival clans beware, that loyalty combined with his talent for trouble will certainly keep you on your toes.
Somehow, this silly young tom always manages to get himself into loads of trouble, likely stemming from the fact that he was raised around a young boy that caused so much of it. He has a tendency to "accidentally" take too much food or "accidentally" shove his siblings into the water bowl. But his parents never gave him much of a scolding for it. They knew his antics would get him a good home someday when he couldn't live with them any longer.
The loyalty in him comes from the need to stick close with his siblings. Since they were so tortured by that young boy in the house so often, the only comfort they had was in each other. One of the few things Whisper's parents did teach him was to be loyal and kindhearted.
But even the kindest of cats can't love everyone, and loyal doesn't always mean trustful. Whisper isn't just a pushover. He will defend himself whenever necessary, and certainly does not just roll over and trust every cat he meets. Certainly not. Whisper knows when he's safe and when he's not.
Skills | Whisper has a quiet step and a fast foot, which means he'll be a great hunter and a wonderful scout. Unfortunately, since he lived in a kittypet house until now, he doesn't know how to do much other than what he learned playing with his brothers and sisters. His real skills are killing bugs and playing tricks on his siblings. Apart from that, he's a helpless little kit as far as the forest is concerned.
History | Whisper was born, to a nice, small family in a two-leg town, brought up by his mother and father in a basket in a kitchen. Raised in a kittypet home, he was looked after by a kind human family that took wonderful care of him.
They were a happy family of cats, hunting small spiders and beetles on the slippery kitchen floor, play fighting and now and then enjoying the outside sun when the humans weren't home. Whisper's youngest sister, Cracker, was his favorite playmate. The two of them liked to wiggle under the fence and go bounding around the edge of the forest, wondering what sorts of things happened on the other side of the trees. He was a happy kit growing up, and was excited always to be back with his family. They always came back when the humans called. They were good humans, and took lovely care of the kittens.
It was their son that caused the problems. That boy was always yanking on the cats' tails and rubbing their fur up their backs the wrong way. Now and then he would throw one across the room and chase it around with his cork gun. Unfortunately, Whisper was the toy on the day he decided to see if cats could swim. It had just stormed in the area and the current of the river was strong. Whisper went sailing into the frigid waters, crying out in terror.
As the current carried him downstream, his young and city softened legs could barely keep him afloat. He sucked in a few gulps of river water before finally washing up, shivering and soaked through even his thick coat, unable to force himself to move. He was lost and alone, cold and wet, hoping only to die before the predators of the forest could find him.
(This is where his entry post will begin.)
Gender | Tom
Age | 6 moons
Rank | Loner
Clan | Loner
Beliefs | He's just a young thing, so this young guy doesn't know quite what to believe yet. But he's old enough to know that with a life this hard, surely there couldn't be any sort of higher power that actually cared. If there's something out there, it's certainly not looking out for him.
Parents | Hobbes and Millie
Siblings | Cracker, Jack, Chip, Minnie, Frisco
Other Kin | Unknown
Mate | Goodness no!
Crush | Not yet.
Kits | Certainly not.
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet.
Appearance | Even for his age, Whisper is a large tom. He has large feet and a thick body, with a tail nearly as wide around as his front legs. He has a thick, fluffy pelt with several layers that keeps him dry and warm in the rainy seasons, and will be quite helpful for fishing and swimming as well. All over his coat are round black rings, spots and short stripes. His tail is wrapped in stripes like a raccoon, and on his face is a black mask. His paws are black as well, and he has bright yellow eyes. Whisper has beautiful silver fur as the majority of his pelt, and a white underbelly.
Personality | Whisper not only looks the part for his name, but has the personality to match. He's sneaky and cunning, and keeps secrets very well. He could probably snatch your mouse from under your nose if he felt like it. Luckily, this young tomcat is also viciously loyal and kind, not one to do harm to his friends for any reason. But enemies and rival clans beware, that loyalty combined with his talent for trouble will certainly keep you on your toes.
Somehow, this silly young tom always manages to get himself into loads of trouble, likely stemming from the fact that he was raised around a young boy that caused so much of it. He has a tendency to "accidentally" take too much food or "accidentally" shove his siblings into the water bowl. But his parents never gave him much of a scolding for it. They knew his antics would get him a good home someday when he couldn't live with them any longer.
The loyalty in him comes from the need to stick close with his siblings. Since they were so tortured by that young boy in the house so often, the only comfort they had was in each other. One of the few things Whisper's parents did teach him was to be loyal and kindhearted.
But even the kindest of cats can't love everyone, and loyal doesn't always mean trustful. Whisper isn't just a pushover. He will defend himself whenever necessary, and certainly does not just roll over and trust every cat he meets. Certainly not. Whisper knows when he's safe and when he's not.
Skills | Whisper has a quiet step and a fast foot, which means he'll be a great hunter and a wonderful scout. Unfortunately, since he lived in a kittypet house until now, he doesn't know how to do much other than what he learned playing with his brothers and sisters. His real skills are killing bugs and playing tricks on his siblings. Apart from that, he's a helpless little kit as far as the forest is concerned.
History | Whisper was born, to a nice, small family in a two-leg town, brought up by his mother and father in a basket in a kitchen. Raised in a kittypet home, he was looked after by a kind human family that took wonderful care of him.
They were a happy family of cats, hunting small spiders and beetles on the slippery kitchen floor, play fighting and now and then enjoying the outside sun when the humans weren't home. Whisper's youngest sister, Cracker, was his favorite playmate. The two of them liked to wiggle under the fence and go bounding around the edge of the forest, wondering what sorts of things happened on the other side of the trees. He was a happy kit growing up, and was excited always to be back with his family. They always came back when the humans called. They were good humans, and took lovely care of the kittens.
It was their son that caused the problems. That boy was always yanking on the cats' tails and rubbing their fur up their backs the wrong way. Now and then he would throw one across the room and chase it around with his cork gun. Unfortunately, Whisper was the toy on the day he decided to see if cats could swim. It had just stormed in the area and the current of the river was strong. Whisper went sailing into the frigid waters, crying out in terror.
As the current carried him downstream, his young and city softened legs could barely keep him afloat. He sucked in a few gulps of river water before finally washing up, shivering and soaked through even his thick coat, unable to force himself to move. He was lost and alone, cold and wet, hoping only to die before the predators of the forest could find him.
(This is where his entry post will begin.)