Post by Blaze on Dec 15, 2009 19:25:55 GMT -5
Name: Cattivo
Age: Adolescent/ About 17
Tribe: None at the moment
Appearence: Pale Brown tabby with bright green eyes, has a striped brown, gray, and white tail. has one big white blotch around his left eye and a studded collar
Personality: Skittish, a little paranoid, and scared. He was once abused so he's a little scared he always has that look in his eye like he's saying "Please don't hurt me." And he's sad and lonley.
Faults: Can get too scared and run away from cats that want to befriend him. He also is not to eager for exciting things in life.
History: Cattivo was once a happy kittin, playing with the butterflies, and scurrying around. Until he was 5 months old, his parents were killed by his humans and they even threatend to kill him. He has some good scratches and scars to proove it. He escaped from his evil owners and wondered the streets alone.
Sample Post: "No! Not me! No! No! " he said as a human approached him with a knife. He suddenly woke up and found himself back in the woodsby his sleeping tree. "Just a dream" he mumbled to himself. he went over to the lake to lap some water to refesh his dry throat. he started to walk down the gritty road, and the sky grey. He suddenly knew it was gonna be an ordinary day.
Age: Adolescent/ About 17
Tribe: None at the moment
Appearence: Pale Brown tabby with bright green eyes, has a striped brown, gray, and white tail. has one big white blotch around his left eye and a studded collar
Personality: Skittish, a little paranoid, and scared. He was once abused so he's a little scared he always has that look in his eye like he's saying "Please don't hurt me." And he's sad and lonley.
Faults: Can get too scared and run away from cats that want to befriend him. He also is not to eager for exciting things in life.
History: Cattivo was once a happy kittin, playing with the butterflies, and scurrying around. Until he was 5 months old, his parents were killed by his humans and they even threatend to kill him. He has some good scratches and scars to proove it. He escaped from his evil owners and wondered the streets alone.
Sample Post: "No! Not me! No! No! " he said as a human approached him with a knife. He suddenly woke up and found himself back in the woodsby his sleeping tree. "Just a dream" he mumbled to himself. he went over to the lake to lap some water to refesh his dry throat. he started to walk down the gritty road, and the sky grey. He suddenly knew it was gonna be an ordinary day.
