Post by irrational on Jun 24, 2010 14:56:52 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Storm
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Clan: Kittypet
Rank: Ruler of Da Mice. -notreally-
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Short and thin
Fur: A rather smokey grey color
Eyes: Dark green
Markings: One scar on her left shoulder, parting the fur, where a mean cat scratched her.
Overall: Height isn't all that matters, you foolish thing, and how dare you think so! After all, the kittypet known as Storm is not tall by any means of the word, but rather short. She is also thin, giving her an almost malnourished look, although she tends to stuff her face if she happens to be locked inside at night, which is almost every night.
The kittypet has a short smokey gray coat, hence her name. There is a scar on her left shoulder; it received medical treatment, if you can call dabbing at it with gauze medical treatment, but still it scarred. She has dark green eyes that are generally shielded as to not betray her emotions.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: *Talkative
*Motivated
*Honest
*Dignified
Negative Traits: *Far too curious
*Isn't always concerned with her own safety
*Stubborn
*Opinionated
*Arrogant
*Excessive Pride
Likes: Milk, exploring, goofing off, and climbing trees.
Dislikes: Dogs, Twoleg kits, very serious cats, and swimming
Fears: Twoleg kits and drowning
Obsessions: She's obsessed with exploring the entire territory
Ideals: Honesty and being reliable
Other: Storm is by far not your average kittypet. Her dream is to explore the entire territory and it has become an obsession of hers. She's a prideful creature and becomes rather arrogant when her pride is injured. Such does not mean she isn't social, though; Storm is a talkative cat, always ready to meet new cats.
HISTORY
Family: Mother; Sandy
Sister; Mouse
Father; Noah
History: The outcome of a brief fling, Storm was born to Sandy, the sister of Mouse. She does not really remember her mother; she was young when she was given away and those memories fade easily as one grows. Nor does she care to find either of her parents. Her life is good enough as it is, after all.
Storm has lived with the same Twolegs since she was young and with the same two horrible Twoleg kits, that enjoy pulling her tail. She has given them some nasty scratches, but luckily her Twolegs are fair and tell the kids not to bug the cat. Fat lot of good that does. Anyhow, Storm's obsession with exploring...everything started when she was six months old; by then, she knew everything about her house and her backyard. She wanted to know more and so she ventured outside of her fence. Since she stayed out for the whole night, she has been locked in during the night ever since.
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