Pazel

[Otter]

GENERAL

Name: Pazel
Gender: Tom
Age: 15 moons
Clan: loner
Rank: nadda

APPEARANCE

Body Type: average-sized
Fur: long brown
Eyes: yellow
Markings: black tabby stripes and splashes of tan. Tufts of black fur on his ears.
Overall: Pazel is the result of a purebred maine coone kittypet named Anabelle mating with a long-haired tabby loner named Whisky. The resulting kit retained the coloring, fluffy fur, and tufted ears of his mother, without the spectacular size of a regular maine coone. He is, in fact, of moderate size and build, although his thick, fluffy fur causes him to appear larger than average.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:

• Kind-hearted
• Protective
• Loyal
• Easily amused

Negative Traits:

• Quiet
• Absent-minded
• Doesn't listen well
• Poor conversational skills
• Rather anti-social

Likes:

• Studying things
• Climbing trees
• Watching the clouds
• Birds

Dislikes:

• Talking
• Being lauged at
• Clear skies during the daytime
• Eating mice or birds

Fears:

• Drowning
• Rabbits

Obsessions:

• Studying things
• Staring at things

Ideals:

• Trying to understand the world
• Loyalty

Other: Pazel is an odd kid. If one were to coax him into a conversation, he might randomly stop talking and stare at an ant as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. His mind wanders incessantly from thing to thing, though the result is not a hyperactive youngster, but a mellow, contemplative loner. An anti-social one, at that.

HISTORY

Family:

• Anabelle--mother
• Whisky--father

History:
When Anabelle's owners discovered she was pregnant, they knew immediately the father must be a feral cat. For this reason, they planned on giving the kit away the first chance they got. However, their plans changed when Anabelle gave birth to a seemingly-full maine coone kitten. Perfectly pleased by this, they later sold Pazel to a family deceived into thinking he was purebred. Needless to say, the family eventually discovered the truth and, feeling gypted, sent Pazel back. The original twolegs were so displeased that they simply kicked Pazel out onto the streets, where his father Whisky, recognizing the young cat's fur and knowing immediately whose son he was, found him and taught him the ways of the streets.

But not even Whisky could have expected the odd personality that would form from this young cat. Eventually the hardened street cat could take no more of Pazel's random staring and odd comments, and set him out into the forest to be on his own. This was not an act of cruelty by any means; Whisky had taught Pazel well in the ways of hunting, and the young tom was even a decent fighter, so Whisky was not sending his son out without a hope of survival. By then Pazel was 9 moons old.

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