Post by ☾ϟnightϟ☽ on Feb 11, 2011 20:31:00 GMT -5
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Name: Vixion
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Clan: N/A Loner
Position: Loner
Description:
Lithe bracken colored tom cat who blends in with his surroundings. Vixion has a white underbelly, boots and muzzle. His dark brown stripes cascade down along the flanks of his pelt. The ebony stripes that mark his front give his face a tribal type appearance. Through his medium thickness fur, the muscles underneath are clearly defined and toned. His eyes are a pale green with a tawny outlining.
Personality:
Vixion has an unwavering sense of nobility and pride. Even though this tom is a loner, he is always looking for ways to help a fellow cat in need. He can sense when suspicious characters are stalking about, which makes him useful in certain situations. He is, however, undoubtedly gullible. With this trait he is often made a fool of. When and if he catches some other cat in a lie or trick before they are able to carry it out, he takes action at once.
History:
Vixion was born as a kittypet, his mother's name was Bella and his father's Fritz. As he was wasting his kithood with his four brothers and sisters he began to notice that he was somehow different from his siblings. While they enjoyed the pampered life, he found that he possessed a dislike for the two-legged folk. One day, when he was about six moons old, he was presented with an opportunity that would change his way of life forever. It was around sundown when the two-legs were busy with some sort of gathering outside. They all seemed to be unfocused and intoxicated, and they left the door open.
He only told one of his siblings, Nelli, that he was leaving. She wasn't against her brother's choice, just saddened because he wouldn't allow her to go with him. His reason was because that it was "too dangerous" for a she-cat such as herself. When the two-legs weren't paying any attention on the still open door Vixion took his chance and ran out. He didn't hear any yelling after him, and he didn't care if they saw him or not. He wasn't going to look back, and he didn't.
After leaving his birthplace, he found that life wasn't going to be as easy as he had imagined it. He had to discover how to hunt, what to hunt and when to hunt on his own. Vixion discovered that he had a knack for climbing up and down trees and catching birds. With this, he found it only logical that he should make his home in a tree as well. He hasn't ever had a run-in with Clan cats, at least not yet, but he has heard about their trials, and admires their dedication to one another.
Name: Vixion
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Clan: N/A Loner
Position: Loner
Description:
Lithe bracken colored tom cat who blends in with his surroundings. Vixion has a white underbelly, boots and muzzle. His dark brown stripes cascade down along the flanks of his pelt. The ebony stripes that mark his front give his face a tribal type appearance. Through his medium thickness fur, the muscles underneath are clearly defined and toned. His eyes are a pale green with a tawny outlining.
Personality:
Vixion has an unwavering sense of nobility and pride. Even though this tom is a loner, he is always looking for ways to help a fellow cat in need. He can sense when suspicious characters are stalking about, which makes him useful in certain situations. He is, however, undoubtedly gullible. With this trait he is often made a fool of. When and if he catches some other cat in a lie or trick before they are able to carry it out, he takes action at once.
History:
Vixion was born as a kittypet, his mother's name was Bella and his father's Fritz. As he was wasting his kithood with his four brothers and sisters he began to notice that he was somehow different from his siblings. While they enjoyed the pampered life, he found that he possessed a dislike for the two-legged folk. One day, when he was about six moons old, he was presented with an opportunity that would change his way of life forever. It was around sundown when the two-legs were busy with some sort of gathering outside. They all seemed to be unfocused and intoxicated, and they left the door open.
He only told one of his siblings, Nelli, that he was leaving. She wasn't against her brother's choice, just saddened because he wouldn't allow her to go with him. His reason was because that it was "too dangerous" for a she-cat such as herself. When the two-legs weren't paying any attention on the still open door Vixion took his chance and ran out. He didn't hear any yelling after him, and he didn't care if they saw him or not. He wasn't going to look back, and he didn't.
After leaving his birthplace, he found that life wasn't going to be as easy as he had imagined it. He had to discover how to hunt, what to hunt and when to hunt on his own. Vixion discovered that he had a knack for climbing up and down trees and catching birds. With this, he found it only logical that he should make his home in a tree as well. He hasn't ever had a run-in with Clan cats, at least not yet, but he has heard about their trials, and admires their dedication to one another.
