Niptuck
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I don't want to be pretty. I want to be better. I want to be perfect.
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Post by Niptuck on Jul 6, 2008 13:34:25 GMT -5
N.a.m.e
Niptuck
A.g.e
26 moons
G.e.n.d.e.r
She-cat
P.e.r.s.o.n.a.l.i.t.y
Niptuck is strong and sharp. Her personality came from the twoleg she lived with for her second year. Despite the fact she grew up rather pampered, she still can pull her weight. Dare say she’d ever have to fight though. Might break one of those perfectly manicured claws.l Throwing words like daggers is more her style. Underneath the frozen top is a lonely, longing cougar just waiting to be loved by the right tom.
D.e.s.c.r.i.p.t.i.o.n
I'll photoshop that asap.
Niptuck is a snow white in pelt color. She spends all the time she needs keeping her coat the elegant white that she loves. Even if that might be hours. She found that crest toothpaste worked the best on it. But none of that mint goodness out here. What is the soft kitty pet to do? Her eyes, round and clawing, are sky blue. Deathly sky blue. The pitch black pupils hold the same warm eeriness. Around the outside of her eye is the thinnest rim of black; tattooed on eyeliner.
H.i.s.t.o.ry
Niptuck when a kit was tested on with cosmetics such as Botox, new ways to nip and tuck, and semi-permanent eyeliners. One of which turned out to be not so semi-permanent. She underwent the painful treatments with respect and tolerance. Thinking maybe the next needle will make her worthy. Maybe the next product will make her loveable. And one day it worked, a rich business woman bought the animal testing lab out and safely transporting the animals to proper care. Niptuck and her mother though stayed with her. Mrs. Woolf who must have been in her mid-80’s as her hair was as white as Nippy’s, and her eyes as deathly sky blue. Mrs.Woolf and Niptuck got along perfectly. Both striving to look only better then their best, and loving to be loved. Mrs.Woolf had a sharp terrifying personality that Niptuck quickly picked up.
Simply a year after Niptuck had found her wonderful home, her twoleg passed away. Niptuck didn’t allow herself time to grieve, and quickly ran, leaving her elderly mother with hopes she might pull on. She wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like she came from. No real glamour there. Onto the streets the kittypet went, she would have been sworn dead be day break if it wasn’t for the attitude she had picked up in the last 12 moons. One night, camping out under the stars with a group of stays that had taken her in a cat began to tell stunning tales of cats that lived in a valley not far from there. The led happy lives, and took care of themselves. They called themselves ‘clan cats’ and raised loving family out their in the fields. That was all that Niptuck needed to hear. The next night after sad drawn out good-byes Niptuck left to find the clans…
O.t.h.e.r
Could you complete her?
My appolagies for the sloppy writting. I must have finished this around 1AM last night. [/sub][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Bane on Jul 19, 2008 5:01:56 GMT -5
I'm reeeaaallly sorry for the delay =(
Accepted. Wonderful app.
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Post by .::Umberwings on Dec 21, 2008 0:00:17 GMT -5
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