Post by m e i l&co. on Oct 23, 2008 1:24:40 GMT -5
Name: Miel (say Mel as in Melanie or Marshmallows)[/i][/color]
Age: 31
Gender: She-cat
Personality:
Age: 31
Gender: She-cat
Personality:
Miel, is very much insane. She does know her distance though, even if at times she seems to have a crazy air about her. She would arrive with a sparkling grin, having mastered that evil grin for scaring the cats whom she preyed on. From her lineage Miel hides her emotion with a class of regal air, and a poise to shame any mixed breed cat.Description:
Thought fairly out of her mind, past her random outbursts of weirdness, Miel respects those around her and tries not to give into the hunger for cat’s meat. Having lived off of cat’s meat for such a long time, Miel has grown a very large liking for it. Out of her dearest respect for the cats around her, Miel will gladly eat normal meat to save their sanity. Unless of course, they lost that already.
Insanity, as everyone knows, leaves it’s victim with almost bi-polar personalities. Miel, is one major example. She is quite calm about frustrating situations, but during a snowstorm she could be panicked, trying to make sure everyone was around and safe. Other times, she could be angry at no one in general, yelling at practically nothing. After a quick douse of cold rain or river water Miel can be returned to a natural calmness.
Miel enjoys tunneling through snow, leaping through tree branches and dunking her head in cold water until she’s about to pass out. She doesn’t enjoy hot summer days, loud sounds or open spaces. She’s a pretty normal cat when it comes to her loyalty and where she belongs. It’s pretty much, who ever cats she follows and trusted become her ally and she would be forever loyal.
Lean, muscled and Plain; Three things to describe how Miel looks. It is fairly clear she has a taste for disaster. Any sensible cat would steer clear, mostly because of the lingering aroma of death and smoke clinging on helplessly .Miel is lean beyond point of savior, she appears to be half starved, but lean muscles grace the bones, making her appear strong too. Her fur, when clean, shows off a high lineage of careful breeding. Medium length mocha fur drapes over Miel’s frame, which a long stripe of darker brown followers her spine before flipping to line the underside of her short bushy tail. The same brown covers her ears and the tops of her eyelids, much like eye shadow. Tied tightly around her neck is a blue patterned bandana, which seems to match her golden eyes perfectly.History:
“mama! mama! Something’s wrong with me.” She pauses shortly to catch breath. “can I come back in?”Other:
“no dear, you aren’t part of this family anymore.” Mama replies cooly.
It started by the blaze in the fire place, three wonderful kits. Sure wonderful for a while. I was never one to brag about my looks. Jest had a reason to brag, the way his fur flowed no matter the place. It’s not my fault. I never did anything wrong to hurt Jest. But, he just tasted so fresh.
James was his twin. Yet, twins may look the same, they taste as if they were two different cats completely. What’s that? Oh sure, I ate them. Why, did you think I did something else. No, I craved their blood, their meat. After dear Mama kicked me out of her family’s warm home, I starved. Prey didn’t come as easily as the fights did.
I was nicknamed Kitten the Cannibal for eating the cats I killed. Blood seemed to permanently stain my paws, leaving a trail of murder behind me. I only ate the cats I killed for nothing else would wander past me. Humans were too big, and I didn’t want to waste food that could help me later. Cats, just were perfect.
After a month, or seven, I went back. I was lean, mean and I was starving. I had started to feel even more hungry, and the cats on the streets avoided me. I went home, and stayed hidden. First I killed dear old mother. She was stringy, and tasteless. After the rest of the family fell to my claws and jaws, I ate like a queen. Then, I burned the house. Who would think, to leave a blaze still burning.
It seems as if the same blaze had killed my home. Funny, huh?
I’m not sure how I ended up in this Valley, away from the city I was from, but something tells me that nothing I did will go to waste.
cannibalistic kitty? heck yes.
