Post by dance on Feb 19, 2011 13:04:45 GMT -6
Name: Cheshire.
Age: Twenty moons/months.
Rank:Since when do housecats have ranks? None.
Allegiance:Spoiled kittypet. Homeless loner, at least now.
My pretty face: ***PICTURE HERE***
This dashing prince: Cheshire is a creamy white, once he's older it will change to pure white. His lovely breed is a Maine coon cat, his fur is long and silky soft to the touch. His head shape is the common shape of most Maine coons.
At birth, of coarse, Cheshire was born with blue eyes, later changing to a 'slightly' different pair of blinders. The eyes of Cheshire are odd-eyed, so he has a green eye and blue eye. He takes great pride in looking different, it is a gift to him. Well, it was, he's different now. I'll get to that later.
He is a poly-dactyl cat, meaning he has a special gene, which allows him to have six toes or more on at least one paw. He has seven toes on his front paws, and six on his hind legs. The bottoms of his feet seem to be more creamy then the entire built. It just doesn't seem to go away.
Don't worry, I don't bite.: Cheshire is a very bratty and spoiled cat, he was at birth as well. When Cheshire first began to explore the wonders of outside, he hated it. Hate. The outside world was stupid, who would want to live where you would have no human to stroke your fur? No food whenever you pleased? And on top of everything else, you would die at a younger age. As time continued on, Cheshire became bigger and bigger. Even though his growth rate was slow, he grew faster then more Maine coon cats. Becoming larger, his appetite grew with him as well. But this, was an appetite for power and greed. To escape at night and gain followers was now his main goal, even if it meant going to the outside world.
History, mystery?: Oh great, he was going to have to stay a feral cat now, thanks to him getting lost, then getting chased further, and further into the vast forest. Sigh, why did he get himself into this pointless trouble? Now, he was a wild cat, lurking the forest, searching for food. Mentally dying from the loneliness, it was crumbling him apart. He was lonely, he wished he would just die already! There was nothing live for now, was his so called gift, actually a curse? Hopefully not, it couldn't be. What was wrong with him? Was he losing sanity?
Notes from moi: He's named after the country, I honestly didn't name him after the creepy cat from Alice in Wonderland. Nothing else to report.
Age: Twenty moons/months.
Rank:
Allegiance:
My pretty face: ***PICTURE HERE***
This dashing prince: Cheshire is a creamy white, once he's older it will change to pure white. His lovely breed is a Maine coon cat, his fur is long and silky soft to the touch. His head shape is the common shape of most Maine coons.
At birth, of coarse, Cheshire was born with blue eyes, later changing to a 'slightly' different pair of blinders. The eyes of Cheshire are odd-eyed, so he has a green eye and blue eye. He takes great pride in looking different, it is a gift to him. Well, it was, he's different now. I'll get to that later.
He is a poly-dactyl cat, meaning he has a special gene, which allows him to have six toes or more on at least one paw. He has seven toes on his front paws, and six on his hind legs. The bottoms of his feet seem to be more creamy then the entire built. It just doesn't seem to go away.
Don't worry, I don't bite.: Cheshire is a very bratty and spoiled cat, he was at birth as well. When Cheshire first began to explore the wonders of outside, he hated it. Hate. The outside world was stupid, who would want to live where you would have no human to stroke your fur? No food whenever you pleased? And on top of everything else, you would die at a younger age. As time continued on, Cheshire became bigger and bigger. Even though his growth rate was slow, he grew faster then more Maine coon cats. Becoming larger, his appetite grew with him as well. But this, was an appetite for power and greed. To escape at night and gain followers was now his main goal, even if it meant going to the outside world.
History, mystery?: Oh great, he was going to have to stay a feral cat now, thanks to him getting lost, then getting chased further, and further into the vast forest. Sigh, why did he get himself into this pointless trouble? Now, he was a wild cat, lurking the forest, searching for food. Mentally dying from the loneliness, it was crumbling him apart. He was lonely, he wished he would just die already! There was nothing live for now, was his so called gift, actually a curse? Hopefully not, it couldn't be. What was wrong with him? Was he losing sanity?
Notes from moi: He's named after the country, I honestly didn't name him after the creepy cat from Alice in Wonderland. Nothing else to report.