Post by Pippin on Dec 2, 2009 12:32:53 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Maverick
Gender: Tom
Age: Kitten
History: Maverick grew up as the only kit to a pair of parents that lived in an old alley near the outskirts of the city. They made their home in a shady part of the neighborhood, between a seedy bar on the corner and a decaying apartment complex with a run-down yard that always stunk of dog and decay. Needless to say his parents were protective of the young kit, and rightfully so, but Maverick always felt as though he was stifled and not allowed to reach his full potential as an energetic young kit. He wanted adventure, and was not content to sit boredly in the back of the old cast iron stove that had become their home. He would sneak out during the day, when his parents were out on the prowl or asleep, to find adventure on the street. Of course, each time he was nearly trampled by hurried people walking on the street outside (a place he was forbidden to go), or nearly clipped by a passing taxi cab, and he almost never got away with it. His father would scold him and send him back to his corner, and his mother would gawk at how glad she was he wasn’t hurt and how he should listen to his father. But despite their warnings, Maverick just wouldn’t believe that they weren’t just being overprotective and preventing him from living his life the way he wanted.
It was one rainy night that it started. He had awoken late in the night to the tinny pattering of the rain against the metal roof of his home, and immediately felt restless. There was something in the air that night that called to him, and so he crept out past his sleeping parents and into the rain-soaked night. Having just been reprimanded for heading towards the street just two days prior, he decided to head back down the alley this evening to see what he could find. The odor of the dog-yard next door reeked in his nostrils, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Stupid dogs, he thought, and pressed his little face to the fence, trying to see what they were up to tonight. As luck would have it, their owner, a noisy and odorous drunk on his best nights, had forgotten to tie them up this particular evening. The dogs could smell him before he even got there, and raced towards him, barking and gnashing their large pointed teeth at the small kitten. Eyes wide, Maverick released a yowl of alarm and bolted as fast as he can across the alley and over the fence to the neighboring lot and beyond. He could hear the fence boards breaking behind him as he fled. Finally, he took refuge in an overturned oil drum a few streets away, shivering and shaking from fright and the weather. He waited until he thought it was safe, sniffling as the rain continued to pound on the metal structure overhead. It almost reminded him of home, the one place he never wanted to be, and yet the place he missed the most right now. Why had he left? Why hadn’t he listened? Slowly, the rain lulled him into uneasy sleep.
The next day, when he returned to the old stove, he found it empty. Claw marks raked the outside, and the door was knocked off its hinge, presumably by something large. Though he searched and called for his parents, no answer came. All he found where stray patches of fur of a familiar color and more claw marks inside. The realization of what must have happened hit him like a tidal wave. It was all his fault. The magnitude of it all was too much for him. Blinking back tears he ran, and didn’t stop running until he didn’t know where he was anymore. It just so happened that he ended up at the abandoned theater, and took shelter inside. Having nowhere else to go, he decided to stay there, unable to return to his home and face what happened, and afraid to go on into the city without any idea of where he was going or what he should do.
Personality: Maverick is a feisty young feline, who is constantly seeking to prove himself, both to his friends and tribe-mates, and to himself. Although rather small and young, he has convinced himself that he can take care of himself, and hates being treated like a little kid despite his rather immature nature. Though outwardly full of bravado and defiance, he is actually quite insecure about a great many personal things, such as the death of his parents, which he still blames himself for (though has trouble admitting it). He is loathe in showing others his feelings, and is quick to get defensive and angry when challenged to do so. His pride is easily wounded and he has a rather short temper, fueled in part by his impatient nature and his desire for adventure. He is highly energetic and determined, and generally doesn’t know when to give up, especially when something matters very highly to him.
He is generally untrusting of humans due to circumstances surrounding his childhood, and sometimes has trouble trusting even other cats. Contrary to his outgoing demeanor, Maverick often feels that he does not belong as part of the tribe. He longs to find a place where is accepted, and where he feels he can play an important part in the tribe, but again, he keeps that hidden from others, looking on such sentimental feelings and his own shortcomings as a sign of weakness.
When he does happen to connect with other cats (usually other kittens) he tends to adopt a playful though competitive attitude. Although approaching adolescence, he is still at an age where girls seem silly to him and are somewhat annoying to deal with, though he is beginning to notice some of the other female kittens in a different way. He is curious and adventurous as well, fascinated by the other customs of cats he is not used to, and particularly by the random bits of interesting things humans discard as ‘trash’.
Appearance: Maverick is a small male for his age, often making his easily mistakable for being much younger than he actually is. He is covered in a sleek, charcoal grey fur complimented by bright blue eyes. One front paw and one back paw, as well as the tip of his tail are a lighter, smoky grey, as is the shadowy area around his eyes.
RP sample: The small, dark grey kitten sat in the rigging of the old theater, one of his favorite places to be. From here he could see almost the entire theater, what with most of the curtains torn and no longer blocking his view. He would sit up here, alone, and watch the other cats that had made the theater their home as they played with each other, or explored the rather expansive space. He sighed, idly scratching circles into the wooden beam he sat on with his claws. He wished he could join in, play with some of the other kittens, or have them play with him. But who would want to play with him after what he’d done? Besides, he was just an alley cat, and it looked like everyone else had already made friends.
Suddenly, from behind him, a voice sounded somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder, and he nearly jumped a mile as it spoke. “Hello there.” The voice was decidedly feminine, and was followed quickly by a shrill giggle. Maverick grabbed the beam for dear life, scowling as he turned to see who it was. The voice belonged to a rather pretty queen kitten, with soft golden fur and bright eyes. Involuntarily, his scowl lightened just a bit when he saw her, though he replaced it quickly once he realized this. “What do you want?” he asked grumpily. The young queen giggled again and shook her head. “To play silly.” And before he could protest, she swiped a paw out at him and cried merrily, “You’re it!” before scampering off into the shadows. ‘It?’ thought, shaking his head, confused for a moment, ‘Queens’. But he couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched her go. She actually wanted to play with him. Deciding that perhaps this was a better alternative to his brooding, he scampered quickly after her, calling “Hey, wait up!”
Code: “Jellicle cats as we said are small”
Gender: Tom
Age: Kitten
History: Maverick grew up as the only kit to a pair of parents that lived in an old alley near the outskirts of the city. They made their home in a shady part of the neighborhood, between a seedy bar on the corner and a decaying apartment complex with a run-down yard that always stunk of dog and decay. Needless to say his parents were protective of the young kit, and rightfully so, but Maverick always felt as though he was stifled and not allowed to reach his full potential as an energetic young kit. He wanted adventure, and was not content to sit boredly in the back of the old cast iron stove that had become their home. He would sneak out during the day, when his parents were out on the prowl or asleep, to find adventure on the street. Of course, each time he was nearly trampled by hurried people walking on the street outside (a place he was forbidden to go), or nearly clipped by a passing taxi cab, and he almost never got away with it. His father would scold him and send him back to his corner, and his mother would gawk at how glad she was he wasn’t hurt and how he should listen to his father. But despite their warnings, Maverick just wouldn’t believe that they weren’t just being overprotective and preventing him from living his life the way he wanted.
It was one rainy night that it started. He had awoken late in the night to the tinny pattering of the rain against the metal roof of his home, and immediately felt restless. There was something in the air that night that called to him, and so he crept out past his sleeping parents and into the rain-soaked night. Having just been reprimanded for heading towards the street just two days prior, he decided to head back down the alley this evening to see what he could find. The odor of the dog-yard next door reeked in his nostrils, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Stupid dogs, he thought, and pressed his little face to the fence, trying to see what they were up to tonight. As luck would have it, their owner, a noisy and odorous drunk on his best nights, had forgotten to tie them up this particular evening. The dogs could smell him before he even got there, and raced towards him, barking and gnashing their large pointed teeth at the small kitten. Eyes wide, Maverick released a yowl of alarm and bolted as fast as he can across the alley and over the fence to the neighboring lot and beyond. He could hear the fence boards breaking behind him as he fled. Finally, he took refuge in an overturned oil drum a few streets away, shivering and shaking from fright and the weather. He waited until he thought it was safe, sniffling as the rain continued to pound on the metal structure overhead. It almost reminded him of home, the one place he never wanted to be, and yet the place he missed the most right now. Why had he left? Why hadn’t he listened? Slowly, the rain lulled him into uneasy sleep.
The next day, when he returned to the old stove, he found it empty. Claw marks raked the outside, and the door was knocked off its hinge, presumably by something large. Though he searched and called for his parents, no answer came. All he found where stray patches of fur of a familiar color and more claw marks inside. The realization of what must have happened hit him like a tidal wave. It was all his fault. The magnitude of it all was too much for him. Blinking back tears he ran, and didn’t stop running until he didn’t know where he was anymore. It just so happened that he ended up at the abandoned theater, and took shelter inside. Having nowhere else to go, he decided to stay there, unable to return to his home and face what happened, and afraid to go on into the city without any idea of where he was going or what he should do.
Personality: Maverick is a feisty young feline, who is constantly seeking to prove himself, both to his friends and tribe-mates, and to himself. Although rather small and young, he has convinced himself that he can take care of himself, and hates being treated like a little kid despite his rather immature nature. Though outwardly full of bravado and defiance, he is actually quite insecure about a great many personal things, such as the death of his parents, which he still blames himself for (though has trouble admitting it). He is loathe in showing others his feelings, and is quick to get defensive and angry when challenged to do so. His pride is easily wounded and he has a rather short temper, fueled in part by his impatient nature and his desire for adventure. He is highly energetic and determined, and generally doesn’t know when to give up, especially when something matters very highly to him.
He is generally untrusting of humans due to circumstances surrounding his childhood, and sometimes has trouble trusting even other cats. Contrary to his outgoing demeanor, Maverick often feels that he does not belong as part of the tribe. He longs to find a place where is accepted, and where he feels he can play an important part in the tribe, but again, he keeps that hidden from others, looking on such sentimental feelings and his own shortcomings as a sign of weakness.
When he does happen to connect with other cats (usually other kittens) he tends to adopt a playful though competitive attitude. Although approaching adolescence, he is still at an age where girls seem silly to him and are somewhat annoying to deal with, though he is beginning to notice some of the other female kittens in a different way. He is curious and adventurous as well, fascinated by the other customs of cats he is not used to, and particularly by the random bits of interesting things humans discard as ‘trash’.
Appearance: Maverick is a small male for his age, often making his easily mistakable for being much younger than he actually is. He is covered in a sleek, charcoal grey fur complimented by bright blue eyes. One front paw and one back paw, as well as the tip of his tail are a lighter, smoky grey, as is the shadowy area around his eyes.
RP sample: The small, dark grey kitten sat in the rigging of the old theater, one of his favorite places to be. From here he could see almost the entire theater, what with most of the curtains torn and no longer blocking his view. He would sit up here, alone, and watch the other cats that had made the theater their home as they played with each other, or explored the rather expansive space. He sighed, idly scratching circles into the wooden beam he sat on with his claws. He wished he could join in, play with some of the other kittens, or have them play with him. But who would want to play with him after what he’d done? Besides, he was just an alley cat, and it looked like everyone else had already made friends.
Suddenly, from behind him, a voice sounded somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder, and he nearly jumped a mile as it spoke. “Hello there.” The voice was decidedly feminine, and was followed quickly by a shrill giggle. Maverick grabbed the beam for dear life, scowling as he turned to see who it was. The voice belonged to a rather pretty queen kitten, with soft golden fur and bright eyes. Involuntarily, his scowl lightened just a bit when he saw her, though he replaced it quickly once he realized this. “What do you want?” he asked grumpily. The young queen giggled again and shook her head. “To play silly.” And before he could protest, she swiped a paw out at him and cried merrily, “You’re it!” before scampering off into the shadows. ‘It?’ thought, shaking his head, confused for a moment, ‘Queens’. But he couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched her go. She actually wanted to play with him. Deciding that perhaps this was a better alternative to his brooding, he scampered quickly after her, calling “Hey, wait up!”
Code: “Jellicle cats as we said are small”
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