Post by Elena on Jan 19, 2009 13:31:46 GMT -5
Name: Spots, nicknamed Cow
Rank: None; Farm cat.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 37 moons
Clan: None
Beliefs: Spots has never even heard of StarClan, but it’s unlikely she would believe in them if she did. Exactly what happens when you die, she doesn’t know, but you certainly don’t go to a perfect place devoid of problems, where you can see everyone else who’s dead, and talk to the living when you want.
Mentor/Apprentice: None, of course. x3;
Kin: Hobbes – father, ginger tabby farm cat.
Splash – mother, white farm cat with black patches.
Shade - brother, black farm cat with white paws and chest.
Mate: None.
Appearance: Spots is a somewhat large cat, although not to an extreme. Though she takes some food from the humans of the farm, she is still (give or take) about as lean as most wild cats, although admittedly a bit more well-fed than the Clan cats are now. Overall, she is powerful due to her size, but not particularly long or stocky in build. Her fur is medium-length, fluffy but not easily tangled, and makes her look slightly bigger than she is.
The reason for Spots’s name is rather obvious. The majority of her fur is snowy white, but large black spots take up a considerable amount of it too. On her head, a black ‘mask’ covers the back of her head, her ears, the sides of her head, and most of her face, the color sliding up to the bridge of her nose before ending right beneath her large green eyes. Her muzzle is all white, and the white climbs up the bridge of her nose to end in an asymmetric spike up above her eyes. Her nose is pink, and her white whiskers are normal length, reaching out in gentle arcs.
Slightly behind her shoulders, on her back, is a small black patch, and farther back, roughly over her hind legs, a larger black patch stretches down on both sides. Her fluffy tail is pure black as well, and the darkness extends slightly out past the base of it. Going down her left hind leg is an area of black, allowing a small V shape of white to split it, and a smaller piece of black wraps around her right. All four of her paws are white, though.
Despite Spots's large size, she has not had much fighting experience, making her easy to defeat for a Clan cat. If it came to it, she would have brute strength on her side, but little else. Her hunting skills, on the other hand, are exceptional; however, she has hunted few things outside of mice and rabbits.
Personality: Spots is not one to consider anything over logic. She dislikes foolish cats and will tell anyone that they are stupid without hesitation. She is very intelligent and strong-willed, but her manner towards others makes it difficult to like her. However, this isn't seen to be too much of a flaw to anyone but a Clan cat, as her lifestyle as a farm cat is not nearly as social as a warrior's. Without a group to follow, Spots is naturally somewhat difficult to befriend, and lacks a sense of what is "noble" as well, constantly putting herself first. This does not mean that she is an "evil" cat, just self-centered.
Surprisingly, Spots manages her temper very well, and though she can be intimidating, she is usually quite reasonable with others, so long as she doesn't think them lower than her. She dislikes accepting help from others, although she will admit she is wrong if a choice of hers clearly fails. She is nice enough towards anyone who she sees as on her level, and would be a natural-born leader if she wasn't so harsh.
History: Spots and her brother Shade was born to Splash on the farm, before the Twolegs there realized that their population of cats could indeed reproduce. Her father Hobbes didn't stick around long to be a father, and she never really knew him, although this didn't bother her too much. After about six moons, their mother taught her two children to hunt the rodents around the farm, and then separated from them a moon or so later. There wasn't an awful lot of danger on the farm, and the pair of siblings still saw their mother now and then.
As Spots grew up, tension between her and her brother rose, and eventually the two cats stopped working together, with the pair of them breaking apart at 10 moons of age or so. Spots began to get familiar with the surrounding land as well as the farm, and as she met other cats, she began to pick up the nickname 'Cow,' which stuck to her whether she liked it or not. She ignored it, although she's well aware that it is unlikely to be a compliment.
Roughly half a year later, Spots realized that she could not find her mother or her brother. Even now, she does not know if they are dead, or have just been sent elsewhere by the Twolegs.
Picture: None. x3
Rank: None; Farm cat.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 37 moons
Clan: None
Beliefs: Spots has never even heard of StarClan, but it’s unlikely she would believe in them if she did. Exactly what happens when you die, she doesn’t know, but you certainly don’t go to a perfect place devoid of problems, where you can see everyone else who’s dead, and talk to the living when you want.
Mentor/Apprentice: None, of course. x3;
Kin: Hobbes – father, ginger tabby farm cat.
Splash – mother, white farm cat with black patches.
Shade - brother, black farm cat with white paws and chest.
Mate: None.
Appearance: Spots is a somewhat large cat, although not to an extreme. Though she takes some food from the humans of the farm, she is still (give or take) about as lean as most wild cats, although admittedly a bit more well-fed than the Clan cats are now. Overall, she is powerful due to her size, but not particularly long or stocky in build. Her fur is medium-length, fluffy but not easily tangled, and makes her look slightly bigger than she is.
The reason for Spots’s name is rather obvious. The majority of her fur is snowy white, but large black spots take up a considerable amount of it too. On her head, a black ‘mask’ covers the back of her head, her ears, the sides of her head, and most of her face, the color sliding up to the bridge of her nose before ending right beneath her large green eyes. Her muzzle is all white, and the white climbs up the bridge of her nose to end in an asymmetric spike up above her eyes. Her nose is pink, and her white whiskers are normal length, reaching out in gentle arcs.
Slightly behind her shoulders, on her back, is a small black patch, and farther back, roughly over her hind legs, a larger black patch stretches down on both sides. Her fluffy tail is pure black as well, and the darkness extends slightly out past the base of it. Going down her left hind leg is an area of black, allowing a small V shape of white to split it, and a smaller piece of black wraps around her right. All four of her paws are white, though.
Despite Spots's large size, she has not had much fighting experience, making her easy to defeat for a Clan cat. If it came to it, she would have brute strength on her side, but little else. Her hunting skills, on the other hand, are exceptional; however, she has hunted few things outside of mice and rabbits.
Personality: Spots is not one to consider anything over logic. She dislikes foolish cats and will tell anyone that they are stupid without hesitation. She is very intelligent and strong-willed, but her manner towards others makes it difficult to like her. However, this isn't seen to be too much of a flaw to anyone but a Clan cat, as her lifestyle as a farm cat is not nearly as social as a warrior's. Without a group to follow, Spots is naturally somewhat difficult to befriend, and lacks a sense of what is "noble" as well, constantly putting herself first. This does not mean that she is an "evil" cat, just self-centered.
Surprisingly, Spots manages her temper very well, and though she can be intimidating, she is usually quite reasonable with others, so long as she doesn't think them lower than her. She dislikes accepting help from others, although she will admit she is wrong if a choice of hers clearly fails. She is nice enough towards anyone who she sees as on her level, and would be a natural-born leader if she wasn't so harsh.
History: Spots and her brother Shade was born to Splash on the farm, before the Twolegs there realized that their population of cats could indeed reproduce. Her father Hobbes didn't stick around long to be a father, and she never really knew him, although this didn't bother her too much. After about six moons, their mother taught her two children to hunt the rodents around the farm, and then separated from them a moon or so later. There wasn't an awful lot of danger on the farm, and the pair of siblings still saw their mother now and then.
As Spots grew up, tension between her and her brother rose, and eventually the two cats stopped working together, with the pair of them breaking apart at 10 moons of age or so. Spots began to get familiar with the surrounding land as well as the farm, and as she met other cats, she began to pick up the nickname 'Cow,' which stuck to her whether she liked it or not. She ignored it, although she's well aware that it is unlikely to be a compliment.
Roughly half a year later, Spots realized that she could not find her mother or her brother. Even now, she does not know if they are dead, or have just been sent elsewhere by the Twolegs.
Picture: None. x3
