Post by Memory on Aug 17, 2007 2:01:14 GMT -5
They call me Chaos
You tell by my yowl that I am a Tom
Breed.Norwegian Forest Cat
I am one year and five months old
See me.
Chaos is a beauitful long-hair tom. His walk is somewhat "boncy" which makes she-cats giggle behind their paws. His golden eyes show that he is freindly,and can attack unwanting creatues at any given moment.
Sense me.
Am I insane? Maybe. I love to joke with she-cats,toms if I must. I love to jump in snow,scattering everywhere. Could I be mad? maybe,I attack things that aren't wanted,and I can shout out random words at random times. I'm very out-going and not silenced quickly.
If he is our freind,you chose the right cat. He jokes about himself,making a few jokes about you too. The fact that he jokes about his look takes alot of presure off the jokes about you,making him much more likeable. He listens to all that you have to say,and keeps your secrests locked up,where only you can hear them back. He is very loyal to what he belives is right and what's wrong. He;s a birht of an air-head though, he can shape out and not relize,well until he shouts a random word that brings him back into our world.
My past.
His mother was a very shy clan cat. His father was the leader,and arongint tom and he was feared my she-cats.
Three kits were born to his mother,himself of coure,and his two sisters.
As time flew,a strange illness,these clans know as White-cough,took over the clan,killing almost all.
He loved mother's next round of kits,and took one when they were old enough to eat hard food. He named her Gentlestream,and soon she grew.
After the illness left the clans,he went back. He felt evil then,and with his new sister by his side,they tore aparts the camp.All the cats were dead from the illness, and they really did tear it. The ripped up the medicine cat's herb storeage,saving the good ones for themselfs. They tore aparts all the dens,and threw the shreads everywhere.
But a leader was still alive,he renamed Thornwing,Chaos and banished him from the lands. Gentlestream was attacked by the leader,and Chaos killed him too. He took Gentlestream as far as he could,away from the camp,and tried to heal her.
But one cold morning,she said good-bye to Chaos,and killed herself,the apin was searing her heart into a void of blacknes. Chaos mourned the gentle sprirted she-cat,and bired her under a new tree by a stream the both loved.
He travels on now,sreaching for a home,and another kit to name after he beloved sister,Gentlestream
Other. n/a
You tell by my yowl that I am a Tom
Breed.Norwegian Forest Cat
I am one year and five months old
See me.
Chaos is a beauitful long-hair tom. His walk is somewhat "boncy" which makes she-cats giggle behind their paws. His golden eyes show that he is freindly,and can attack unwanting creatues at any given moment.
Sense me.
Am I insane? Maybe. I love to joke with she-cats,toms if I must. I love to jump in snow,scattering everywhere. Could I be mad? maybe,I attack things that aren't wanted,and I can shout out random words at random times. I'm very out-going and not silenced quickly.
If he is our freind,you chose the right cat. He jokes about himself,making a few jokes about you too. The fact that he jokes about his look takes alot of presure off the jokes about you,making him much more likeable. He listens to all that you have to say,and keeps your secrests locked up,where only you can hear them back. He is very loyal to what he belives is right and what's wrong. He;s a birht of an air-head though, he can shape out and not relize,well until he shouts a random word that brings him back into our world.
My past.
His mother was a very shy clan cat. His father was the leader,and arongint tom and he was feared my she-cats.
Three kits were born to his mother,himself of coure,and his two sisters.
As time flew,a strange illness,these clans know as White-cough,took over the clan,killing almost all.
He loved mother's next round of kits,and took one when they were old enough to eat hard food. He named her Gentlestream,and soon she grew.
After the illness left the clans,he went back. He felt evil then,and with his new sister by his side,they tore aparts the camp.All the cats were dead from the illness, and they really did tear it. The ripped up the medicine cat's herb storeage,saving the good ones for themselfs. They tore aparts all the dens,and threw the shreads everywhere.
But a leader was still alive,he renamed Thornwing,Chaos and banished him from the lands. Gentlestream was attacked by the leader,and Chaos killed him too. He took Gentlestream as far as he could,away from the camp,and tried to heal her.
But one cold morning,she said good-bye to Chaos,and killed herself,the apin was searing her heart into a void of blacknes. Chaos mourned the gentle sprirted she-cat,and bired her under a new tree by a stream the both loved.
He travels on now,sreaching for a home,and another kit to name after he beloved sister,Gentlestream
Other. n/a