Post by moof on Jan 19, 2009 20:11:58 GMT -5
Name: Chewy
Rank: None; loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 moons
Clan: None
Beliefs: Well, Chewy doesn't really know about StarClan very well. A couple of times he had heard gossip from some other cats, about StarClan. They are supposedly some kind of dead cats watching over their 'Clans' that the wildcats live in. Who would believe that kind of mousedung? Chewy was sort of interested in the subject at first, but then he just decided to let it go. Maybe someday he would find out the mystery behind StarClan... and maybe not. He would just go on with life as it is.
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Kin: Kallie [mother, deceased], Frank [brother, deceased], Brick [father, deceased]
Mate: None. He can only dream.
Appearance: Chewy has a pelt of black and white. His chest, forepaws, tail-tip, and a bit of his face are a snowy white color that never really becomes dirty or dusty looking. The rest of his pelt is pretty much jet black. Chewy has magnificent eyes, a brilliant green color that stands out greatly among the suttle colors of his fur. He has long pitch black ears, with black hairs and black insides. His pads are black and his nose is quite unique. About 1/4 of the cat's nose is pink, and the other 3/4 is black. His legs are lean and muscular, to which he can easily tread through water or mud in tough situations. Chewy has a long thin tail with a white tip that looks like a gadget that twolegs call a "paintbursh". His fangs are short and thin, and his claws are curved and pointed.
Personality: Chewy's personality depends on the cat that he's talking to. It changes quite often, and some cats think he has bipolar disorder. But he doesn't. Because i'm pretty darn sure that cats don't know what 'bipolar' is. Anyways, if he is talking to a sweet little she-cat, he'll be kind and gentle. But if he's speaking with a burly old mean tom, he'll try and impress the cat or come up with good comebacks to get inside his head. He's quite weird that way. He is very hostile towards twolegs and stays far away from them, so that he doesn't get beaten like before. [More on that later].
He is.. rather boring, you could say. The tom doesn't like to express his opinions. He is a thoughtful cat, and sometimes ponders situations for quite awhile. His mind is always drifting off, to random memories. Eventhough he may put up an act in front of other cats, inside, Chewy is a softie. He is sensative and takes things personally, or maybe he just over-thinks things.
He rarely meets with other cats, but enjoys company very much, though, he may bore them. Chewy wishes for a companion, to travel with, or... just to talk to. He grows lonely all by himself in the world. It's quite sad, actually. Very, very often, he catches himself murmering to himself about what he did that day or what he ate... because he can't really tell anyone else. He is just a lonely loner.
History:
3 moons
As a kit, Chewy grew up happily with his brother Frank and his mother Kallie. Plus, a sister that he can't remember. Until, one day they were taken outside and put in a brown cardboard box. That day, many twolegs came by and admired the kits, and eventually they were all taken away from the twoleg nest and brought to a new one. Luckily, Kallie, Frank and Chewy went to the same nest.
When they arrived at the twoleg nest, it was actually quite pleasent. There were two twoleg kits that played with him, and let him sleep on their bed at night. But one day, the twoleg kits never came back. They just.. disappeared. Chewy wasn't sure what happened to them, they could have moved twoleg houses, or perhaps died? Whatever it was affected the twoleg man. Alot.
At first, he was just quiet, and the cats never saw much of the man. But after a few moons, he seemed.. angry. He began taking his anger out on the three cats.
7 moons
At seven moons, the man's anger had turned into pure hatred, it seemed. Chewy wasn't sure what they had done. Maybe they were the reason that the twoleg kits disappeared? He doubted it, but it could be so. (I guess I'm saying that the man became depressed, then an alcoholic...)
-Story-
Kallie sighed and pulled Frank off of Chewy. He rolled his eyes and licked his chest. "Mommm, why can't we playyy?" Chewy whined. Kallie gave his a look and kneaded the ground.
"Honey, if the twolegs catch you horsing around, you are to get a beating for sure." The she-cat grumbled sadly. Chewy looked at his paws and sat down with a plop. They were never allowed to do anything fun. That stupid twoleg ruined everything.
"This stinks." He mumbled and watched Frank bathe himself. A sudden bang sounded from the side of the room and Chewy whirled to see what it was. A twoleg stood in the doorway, gripping the handle. A glass bottle dropped from his hands, and shattered on the ground. He had his big paw covers on, so Chewy assumed that the twoleg had returned from wherever he went in the daytime. The man's face was red looking and he stepped into the room with his clonking paws. It screeched some words and grabbed up a chair. Without delay, the male hurled it across the room and it hit the wall loudly. All was silent for a few heartbeat.
The twoleg cursed under his breath and looked at the cats. Chewy felt his brother freeze beside him. Before he could tell Frank to stay calm and still, the tom did exactly the opposite.
Frank scittered away from the large paws and ran under a table, hiding from the raging twoleg. The powerful twoleg didn't stop though. He clambered across the room and threw the table over. It seemed as though the large table fell in slow motion, straight towards Frank. With a screech, it landed directly on top of the cat and made a great crunching noise. At that moment, Chewy knew his brother was dead.
15 moons
A bit after the "Frank" incedent, Kallie became deathly ill. Chewy did his best to look after his mother, but he was still a small cat and wasn't sure what to do. Of course, the insane twoleg didn't do anything to help the she-cat with her illness, so she slowly died each day and struggled to hold on to her life.
Eventually as time passed, so did Kallie. The day was mournful, but Chewy was grateful that finally her suffering had ended. After that, the twoleg continued to beat and injur him, finally ending in Chewy running away. Off into the wild.
21 moons [current]
Chewy roams around in search for a meaning of life. So far, he hasn't found one. But he tries and keeps life interesting. Sometimes he bumps into a cat or two, and mostly tries to be friendly, gaining a new acquaintance here or there. Other times, he travels to beautiful places and soaks up all of the magical wonders at the place. When he really gets bored, he roams around the outside of his old twoleg nest. He plans to get revenge someday. He didn't deserve to be treated the way that he was. And neither did his brother or mother. They would still be around if it wasn't for that crazed idiot.
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