Post by Silentheart on Feb 5, 2011 19:19:26 GMT -6
I am named Ghost
I am a Tom
By rank, I was born a Kittypet but now I claim myself as a Loner
My age is 7 moons
Now you see me; Click
Now you dont; Ghost earns his name by his appearance alone. He is a very pale cat, and very sleek in build. He is long and tall, not at all thick or stocky, his tail lengthening him, coming out long and curling high over his back. All across his pale frame, however, is colour, for he has very tabby-esque stripes of a almost reddish brown colour, like a tiger, that as well as stripe him, accept and etch his face, making his eyes seem deep set, giving him a look of wisdom, even at such a young age, hardly an apprentice, if he was a clan cat. He is still small, like an apprentice, and its obvious that he'll never be the largest cat, although he shows promise to grow into a tall, speedy tom. His eyes also hold a phantom like gaze, venomous green, with a spitfire poison in them to boot, many cats avoid him for the cold, quick to judge look that he'll throw sharply in any direction.
You won't like me; Ghost is known around twolegplace for being a young kittypet, who rarely returns to his twolegs- another reason they call him "Ghost", that, despite his age, is notorious for his sharp tongue and dark ways. You can normally find him slinking through the alleys, or the edges of the forest like a rouge phantom, and most cats avoid him, some, because they know of his reputation, others, because they think hes no more than an apparition. However, hes not the worst cat you could think of, for any cat willing to approach him, and get to know him, and get past his rough tongue and poisonous glare. Once that is bypassed- as well if you can get him on your side, you'll gain a quick and loyal ally, who won't back down from a fight, and in fact, will fight for you until his last breath, and its an ally for life. This loyalty makes him a noble cat, despite his stronger reputation as a cold spirit.
But you don't know me; Ghost was born to two kittypet parents, but his father disappeared soon after he, and his siblings, were born. Not minding much, they rest of them stayed happily in a twoleg home, and their owners took decent care of them, as twolegs so try to do. It wasn't long, however, before he was ripped from his kin, and given to new twolegs, who gave him some kittypet name, a collar, and let him roam the garden. Soon restless, he began escaping, and wandering the town, making enemies and few friends. Upon returning to his twolegs, they began to call him, "The Ghost", and it stuck with him, Ghost for short, and that was how he introduced himself to other cats.
He heard of the forest Clans from an old loner who lives in an abandoned car on the outskirts of town. He ran into the old tom, who somewhat took him in during nights when Ghost didn't want to go home, and on these nights, he shared with him the stories of the forest, the cats who lived there, as well as stories of the city, but this loner was hostile to most cats, and so, taught Ghost how to fight, and have him his witty, sharp tongue. Too soon, however, the old loner died, and Ghost was once again alone, but still wasn't keen to go home, although he'd skirt around the edges of the old nest, sometimes letting his humans spot him, like a Ghost, he never approached them, making his new home on the wild side of the fence, turning away from the life of a kittypet.
I am a Tom
By rank, I was born a Kittypet but now I claim myself as a Loner
My age is 7 moons
Now you see me; Click
Now you dont; Ghost earns his name by his appearance alone. He is a very pale cat, and very sleek in build. He is long and tall, not at all thick or stocky, his tail lengthening him, coming out long and curling high over his back. All across his pale frame, however, is colour, for he has very tabby-esque stripes of a almost reddish brown colour, like a tiger, that as well as stripe him, accept and etch his face, making his eyes seem deep set, giving him a look of wisdom, even at such a young age, hardly an apprentice, if he was a clan cat. He is still small, like an apprentice, and its obvious that he'll never be the largest cat, although he shows promise to grow into a tall, speedy tom. His eyes also hold a phantom like gaze, venomous green, with a spitfire poison in them to boot, many cats avoid him for the cold, quick to judge look that he'll throw sharply in any direction.
You won't like me; Ghost is known around twolegplace for being a young kittypet, who rarely returns to his twolegs- another reason they call him "Ghost", that, despite his age, is notorious for his sharp tongue and dark ways. You can normally find him slinking through the alleys, or the edges of the forest like a rouge phantom, and most cats avoid him, some, because they know of his reputation, others, because they think hes no more than an apparition. However, hes not the worst cat you could think of, for any cat willing to approach him, and get to know him, and get past his rough tongue and poisonous glare. Once that is bypassed- as well if you can get him on your side, you'll gain a quick and loyal ally, who won't back down from a fight, and in fact, will fight for you until his last breath, and its an ally for life. This loyalty makes him a noble cat, despite his stronger reputation as a cold spirit.
But you don't know me; Ghost was born to two kittypet parents, but his father disappeared soon after he, and his siblings, were born. Not minding much, they rest of them stayed happily in a twoleg home, and their owners took decent care of them, as twolegs so try to do. It wasn't long, however, before he was ripped from his kin, and given to new twolegs, who gave him some kittypet name, a collar, and let him roam the garden. Soon restless, he began escaping, and wandering the town, making enemies and few friends. Upon returning to his twolegs, they began to call him, "The Ghost", and it stuck with him, Ghost for short, and that was how he introduced himself to other cats.
He heard of the forest Clans from an old loner who lives in an abandoned car on the outskirts of town. He ran into the old tom, who somewhat took him in during nights when Ghost didn't want to go home, and on these nights, he shared with him the stories of the forest, the cats who lived there, as well as stories of the city, but this loner was hostile to most cats, and so, taught Ghost how to fight, and have him his witty, sharp tongue. Too soon, however, the old loner died, and Ghost was once again alone, but still wasn't keen to go home, although he'd skirt around the edges of the old nest, sometimes letting his humans spot him, like a Ghost, he never approached them, making his new home on the wild side of the fence, turning away from the life of a kittypet.
