Post by rainsong on Oct 7, 2008 15:02:24 GMT -5
Name: Lucy or Mosspelt/paw
Age: 25 moons (or the equivilent of 14 years old in human years)
Gender: She-cat
Personality:
Age: 25 moons (or the equivilent of 14 years old in human years)
Gender: She-cat
Personality:
Is a very quiet and slightly shy she-cat. Isn’t really very rambunctious and isn’t very brave, though she wishes that she could become braver. Likes to learn and find out new things, but isn’t very keen to learn things about fighting or things like that. Cares very deeply for her friends and does her best to help them, even if it costs her something herself. Is prone to unnecessary worrying about small things, and has a very good memory when it comes to things other cats have told her. Tends to be the voice of reason and think things through thoroughly before she makes any big decision.Description:
Is a typical blue Somali, with a darker stripe of fur going down her tail. Her ears and feet are darker then the rest of her. Her back fur has a more grayish tint to it then her belly fur does, the color lightening until it reaches a light tan at her belly. Her face is mostly the light tan color, save for her forehead and the top of her head, which are the gray tinted color. Her eyes are light a light blue color. Her coat is unusually soft and she’s very pretty.History:
Grew up as a kittypet in a small Twoleg cabin deep in the woods. Is only half kittypet, since her father was a wild born rouge cat and her mother was a kittypet who lived with the same owner. Has caught prey before because she lived in such a rural place but didn’t hunt regularly. Her mother was killed by a local bear when she went out one night when Mosspelt was young, so she was raised by the Twoleg that lived there after that. Has never met her father but has been told he was a kind and wise wild cat.Other:
Is friends with her Twolegs dog, so doesn’t fear dogs as much as she should. Always longed to meet her father and wondered who he really was and if he's still out there somewhere. Often takes long walks in the wood surrounding her home, compeltely unaware of Clan territories or boundrylines.