Post by ZįмŁocķ on Jan 25, 2011 16:10:20 GMT -6
Name: Myxa<3
Age: 10 Moons
Rank: Loner~
Allegiance: Loner~
Picture: Here. Thank you Bloodynight<3
Appearance: This short tom is silver in color, with black spots all over his body. He's a very small tom, who could get in and out of places without anyone knowing. He is very slender and skinny, almost looking as if he starves (which he doesn't), and he is very short-furred. His ears are always perked right up; he is always curious as to what and where sounds are coming from... His eyes are always large, oval, and lime green. The green sometimes looks faded, but that usually depends on the lighting! Right in the middle of his eyes, the black slit, it’s actually a bit larger than what it’s supposed to be. You would think that’s a problem, but in pure honesty, it hasn’t changed a thing! His silver fur always seems to shine under the sunlight or the moonlight; it’s just that pretty… The black spots are more up on the top of his pelt rather than the bottom, which actually holds two stripes on each side of his body. His legs are small and thin, barely any muscle on them whatsoever. It holds almost no black spots on any; his legs are pure silver with a few white patches near the paws. His pads, tongue, and nose are pink, bright pink, while his whiskers are snow white. He usually keeps his claws in his paws, sheathed, so they are still clear. His tail, very skinny and about normal length, is FILLED with black spots and stripes. Okay, maybe not filled… more like 10 spots all separated and maybe two stripes… The tip of his tail is pure black along with the tips of his ears. His underbelly and stomach is pure white, along with the insides of his legs.
Personality: This young tom is different from most… Let’s just say, a lot of cats look at him crazy because of what Myxa actually thinks what he is… He thinks he is an um, well… a bird. He calls himself a rare bird. And he actually does try to eat bugs and stuff… He thinks that his feathers haven’t grown in yet, along with the ability to fly. He does climb on every hill or tree and jump off, flapping his win—I mean, arms, hoping to fly. He doesn’t injure himself much; he actually just shrugs it off. It’s as if he doesn’t know or understand pain whatsoever. Any cat he sees, he doesn’t run away, you would think he does since he thinks he’s a bird… but actually, he just jumps up and greets them with a big happy smile. He doesn’t care what others say about him; then again… he doesn’t really talk to many. He tries not to, well, the cats do. Unless they don’t know whom he is. One of his goals, well, not really a goal, but he wants to look everywhere. And know every place there is. He doesn’t really know why, he just thinks that would be like, AMAZING. He doesn’t fight at all; he is more like a pacifist. He avoids any fighting. Although, if he saw someone who he loves or something, getting hurt or something similar to that, he WILL attack. He just doesn’t know that part about him, not yet…
History:
WHAT HE KNOWS::
Okay, he doesn't really know a thing about his past. He just thinks that he was a lonesome bird he fell out of his nest and his ma couldn't find him.
The last thing he remembers is stumbling around a while, and then watching a few birds hang out together, talk, chitter, and stuff.
Did I mention before that he fought like a bird? Yeah, he saw a lot of bird fights... and bird deaths.. That's how he learned, some of it anyways, and he soon got sickened by fighting and death in that way.
This is why he mostly thinks he's a bird...
WHAT ACTUALLY IS TRUE::
When he was a little tom, he was in a litter of three. He had two sisters, who looked almost exactly like him. They were always called the “little doves” by his mother. It always calmed him down when he was so fidgety and didn’t want to do anything, and he just wanted to scream and cry. He was always insecure, even when he didn’t think he was a bird.
He thought that everything would be okay if they were together. That nothing would break the family apart. His father left a while ago; he didn’t like the sound of kits. He thought of it as more mouths to feed. That it would starve them all. It caused a lot of grief for his mother, she wept all the time, until she saw the five little bundles… Yes, five.. Two of his siblings died at birth. They were both black in color, resembling his father… His mother took it as a sign that the father would never return, no matter what happened. They were going to be his brothers, but… as you can see… they weren’t no longer. They belonged somewhere else, that’s what and how his mother saw it. They didn’t have a reason to be in this world, and that they shouldn’t have to deal with all of this pain and suffering. She was a bit.. on the off side.
After a few moons, when he was about… Idk.. 9 moons old, something strange has happened. That sign of hers was wrong. That sign was TERRIBLY wrong. It was the COMPLETE opposite. And this is what changed his life forever. This is what made him forget and run away. His father came back, yes, with blood all over his paws and a large Cheshire grin. His mother knew he was a killer, but she didn’t think he would hurt her. She didn’t think he would come and give her this grin that he gave to all of his victims… She blocked her babies, and took every blow and hit that his father gave her. It was terrifying for the kits. Myxa was lucky to get away, only because he went to protect his ma, but… he got swiped away and he was smacked right into the side of the wall. A large bump rose on his head, and he stumbled out, and just passed out at the entrance. His… sisters…. And mother… wasn’t so lucky…. His father thought he was actually dead, so he… just left him there.
When he woke, he was dazed and was unsure of his surroundings. All he knew was his name and age. He knew he was 9-10 moons old. He walked around a bit, and started to watch birds. He looked at himself, and nodded. This is where he discovered he ‘was a bird’. He will always remember those times sitting there… watching the little birds try to flap their wings… and everything.
NOTE::: I HAVE made this kitty before. I c+p'd his stuff, because explaining it over and over is difficult
and I made sure it's all what i wanted, etc. :< Sorry if it's a problem, if so, tell me. >< And I'll change words around.
Age: 10 Moons
Rank: Loner~
Allegiance: Loner~
Picture: Here. Thank you Bloodynight<3
Appearance: This short tom is silver in color, with black spots all over his body. He's a very small tom, who could get in and out of places without anyone knowing. He is very slender and skinny, almost looking as if he starves (which he doesn't), and he is very short-furred. His ears are always perked right up; he is always curious as to what and where sounds are coming from... His eyes are always large, oval, and lime green. The green sometimes looks faded, but that usually depends on the lighting! Right in the middle of his eyes, the black slit, it’s actually a bit larger than what it’s supposed to be. You would think that’s a problem, but in pure honesty, it hasn’t changed a thing! His silver fur always seems to shine under the sunlight or the moonlight; it’s just that pretty… The black spots are more up on the top of his pelt rather than the bottom, which actually holds two stripes on each side of his body. His legs are small and thin, barely any muscle on them whatsoever. It holds almost no black spots on any; his legs are pure silver with a few white patches near the paws. His pads, tongue, and nose are pink, bright pink, while his whiskers are snow white. He usually keeps his claws in his paws, sheathed, so they are still clear. His tail, very skinny and about normal length, is FILLED with black spots and stripes. Okay, maybe not filled… more like 10 spots all separated and maybe two stripes… The tip of his tail is pure black along with the tips of his ears. His underbelly and stomach is pure white, along with the insides of his legs.
Personality: This young tom is different from most… Let’s just say, a lot of cats look at him crazy because of what Myxa actually thinks what he is… He thinks he is an um, well… a bird. He calls himself a rare bird. And he actually does try to eat bugs and stuff… He thinks that his feathers haven’t grown in yet, along with the ability to fly. He does climb on every hill or tree and jump off, flapping his win—I mean, arms, hoping to fly. He doesn’t injure himself much; he actually just shrugs it off. It’s as if he doesn’t know or understand pain whatsoever. Any cat he sees, he doesn’t run away, you would think he does since he thinks he’s a bird… but actually, he just jumps up and greets them with a big happy smile. He doesn’t care what others say about him; then again… he doesn’t really talk to many. He tries not to, well, the cats do. Unless they don’t know whom he is. One of his goals, well, not really a goal, but he wants to look everywhere. And know every place there is. He doesn’t really know why, he just thinks that would be like, AMAZING. He doesn’t fight at all; he is more like a pacifist. He avoids any fighting. Although, if he saw someone who he loves or something, getting hurt or something similar to that, he WILL attack. He just doesn’t know that part about him, not yet…
History:
WHAT HE KNOWS::
Okay, he doesn't really know a thing about his past. He just thinks that he was a lonesome bird he fell out of his nest and his ma couldn't find him.
The last thing he remembers is stumbling around a while, and then watching a few birds hang out together, talk, chitter, and stuff.
Did I mention before that he fought like a bird? Yeah, he saw a lot of bird fights... and bird deaths.. That's how he learned, some of it anyways, and he soon got sickened by fighting and death in that way.
This is why he mostly thinks he's a bird...
WHAT ACTUALLY IS TRUE::
When he was a little tom, he was in a litter of three. He had two sisters, who looked almost exactly like him. They were always called the “little doves” by his mother. It always calmed him down when he was so fidgety and didn’t want to do anything, and he just wanted to scream and cry. He was always insecure, even when he didn’t think he was a bird.
He thought that everything would be okay if they were together. That nothing would break the family apart. His father left a while ago; he didn’t like the sound of kits. He thought of it as more mouths to feed. That it would starve them all. It caused a lot of grief for his mother, she wept all the time, until she saw the five little bundles… Yes, five.. Two of his siblings died at birth. They were both black in color, resembling his father… His mother took it as a sign that the father would never return, no matter what happened. They were going to be his brothers, but… as you can see… they weren’t no longer. They belonged somewhere else, that’s what and how his mother saw it. They didn’t have a reason to be in this world, and that they shouldn’t have to deal with all of this pain and suffering. She was a bit.. on the off side.
After a few moons, when he was about… Idk.. 9 moons old, something strange has happened. That sign of hers was wrong. That sign was TERRIBLY wrong. It was the COMPLETE opposite. And this is what changed his life forever. This is what made him forget and run away. His father came back, yes, with blood all over his paws and a large Cheshire grin. His mother knew he was a killer, but she didn’t think he would hurt her. She didn’t think he would come and give her this grin that he gave to all of his victims… She blocked her babies, and took every blow and hit that his father gave her. It was terrifying for the kits. Myxa was lucky to get away, only because he went to protect his ma, but… he got swiped away and he was smacked right into the side of the wall. A large bump rose on his head, and he stumbled out, and just passed out at the entrance. His… sisters…. And mother… wasn’t so lucky…. His father thought he was actually dead, so he… just left him there.
When he woke, he was dazed and was unsure of his surroundings. All he knew was his name and age. He knew he was 9-10 moons old. He walked around a bit, and started to watch birds. He looked at himself, and nodded. This is where he discovered he ‘was a bird’. He will always remember those times sitting there… watching the little birds try to flap their wings… and everything.
NOTE::: I HAVE made this kitty before. I c+p'd his stuff, because explaining it over and over is difficult
and I made sure it's all what i wanted, etc. :< Sorry if it's a problem, if so, tell me. >< And I'll change words around.
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But LOL I love the bird/cat idea. xD