Post by Shadow Spirit on May 13, 2009 20:10:19 GMT -5
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Age:
Gender: Tom
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Emperor
Age:
96 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:
Description:Emperor is a relatively quiet tom, reserving his words for when he feels they are really needed. He has seen a lot in his 96 moons and he is quite a wise and determined tom, offering guidance to cats much older than himself. This tom is usually calm and patient, almost impossible to rile up, choosing to ignore bullies rather than engage in a fight. In truth, he'd probably make an excellent medicine cat with his ability to absorb information or at the very least a near prophetic addition to any clan.
The only reason he would bare his fangs or claws would be to protect his friends. His heart hurts grievously that he was not more help to his tribe before...
History:
Other:Emperor was once the leader of a small tribe of cats that lived just outside the valley, near a large twoleg place known as a "city." His cats had grown up with him, gathered together for protection since they were all young kits. Time after time, they watched Emperor's quiet resolve get them out of one bad situation or another and admired his modest bravery. Sadly, after many moons of taking care of his tribe, twolegs invaded the abandoned lot they had sheltered in and began to swarm around his friends. Most were killed on the spot, bludgeoned to death with large, oddly-shaped stones or beaten with heavy sticks. All those that were not already dead were taken away, writhing and screaming, to be thrown at the feet of the twolegs' dogs. Emperor tried to drive the humans away, but they outnumbered him and overpowered him easily. Just as he was about to be fed to their monstrous dogs, he bit down hard into the arm of the twoleg tom that was holding him and was dropped to the ground. Fearing for his life, he fled as fast as his paws could carry him, the heart-rending cries of his dying friends still in his ears. Now he wanders the valley, scenting cats and hoping to find somewhere safe to live.
He has a most hateful fear and loathing of all dogs and twolegs and hopes to never, EVER catch site of either again.
