Post by whitewhisker on Feb 15, 2009 9:41:18 GMT -5
Name: Rookwing
Age: 37 moons
Gender: She-cat
Personality:
Age: 37 moons
Gender: She-cat
Personality:
One word - Defiance.Description:
Being alone since living with a Tribe, she's learned self-defence about the way she looks aswell as how to hunt near enough effectively. She's not exactly confident but is no longer nervous and jumpy. Though admittedly she would still flinch if someone made a loud noise behind her.
Traditional Siamese cat colours. Dark brown face, paws and tail, dark beige back, flanks and upper legs and a cream belly. Light, troubled blue eyes.History:
One end toe missing from her right hind paw. She has several scars across her forelegs and face - in particular, one from the top of her head, down across her nose and the right side of her mouth. Bruises across her shoulders are still visible, and she still has a large green patch across her chest.
Her burns as still red but not raw and blistered as they were. Apparently the fur may never grow back properly, if at all.
As abused as a cat can get. Rookwing's Twolegs were cruel and heartless - taking pleasure out of hurting her. She lived with them since she was taken from her mother at three mooons old. From there on in, it was hell.Other:
She was kept in a small cage, only big enough for her to turn around in, and has been kicked, thrown and had things thrown at her more times than she can remember. Her worst experience was when the Twolegs sprayed choking green mist on her fur (hair-dye) and covered her in some strange smelling water that they then drank from (vodka). The Twolegs then took a flame to her fur and the poor young cat went up in smoke. To their disappointment, and her relief, the nest was fitted with such things as sprinklers which automatically turned on and put out Rookwings pelt. She's been left with horrific burns - half her pelt, extending from her neck down her back, tail, right hind leg and right side, has been burnt away - revealing red-raw burns and blisters.
Her left side and chest managed to escape the flames but is still tinged with green from the hair dye. Her shoulders, hips and abdomen are all severely bruised, and she's sustained two broken ribs. She's also missing a toe on her right hind paw - a Twoleg 'mishap' with scissors. She has scars across her face and forelegs - there were others but they were replaced by the burns.
Unable to escape, Rookwing was forced to endure over two years of such vicious and unforgiveable treatment before the Twolegs tired of her. Unbelievably mal-nourished and still bleeding from her latest trip out of the cage - Rookwing was tied in a plastic bag and dumped in a garden pond. Fortunately, the owner of the garden did notice the lumpy plastic bag, wailing at the top of its voice, come sailing over their wall and land with a splash in the cold water.
Once rescued from the pond, Rookwing ran like she'd never run before. In fact, she had never run before. She had no muscles to speak of and not enough energy left in her to fuel a mouse for an hour - but by StarClan she ran.
Keeping herself going on fear and adrenaline alone, she didn't stop travelling until she was two days away from Twolegplace. Starved, she ate whatever she could find that smelt okay, mushrooms, grass, nettles.. Thankfully for her, she ran into a cat Tribe mere days after stopping to eat and they took her in. They cared for her and taught her to find food for herself, but she was never a natural hunter. She struggled to make friends because of her appearance and eventually, thanking the Tribe cats for all they'd done for her, she left.
Now she's found the valley of the Clans. She hopes to fit in more here than she did with the Tribe, as their territory was too cold and harsh for her.
Looking like she does, Rookwing doesn't expect to find friends, she just wants acceptance.
She enjoys her freedom more than you can imagine - after being in her cage, the breeze in what remains of her fur feels fantastic!
