Post by Singe on Feb 11, 2008 20:41:25 GMT -5
Name | Singe
Gender | Female
Breed | Mixed
Age | One year, six months
Description | In colors, beautiful sage green eyes, followed by a grey tabby coat with white socks, tail, and muzzle.
In body, rather small for a full grown female, and pretty thin, but much stronger than she looks.
Personality | This little feline is quite a moody thing. She's got a dangerous spark in her eyes, one that can't be tamed, and a sharp tongue to match her claws... Claws that one could meet easily with the first wrong move they make.
She's pretty nice once you get to know her, though sarcasm is still a second language to her. However, she's still incredibly hard to damage emotionally. Chances are she'd still hurt you, though.
She's also not afraid to speak her mind, and doesn't like being told what to do, usually.
History | Fire.
The female now known as Singe had once been a kittypet, living with her mother and the rest of her siblings in the cozy house of an elderly lady.
The old lady was forgetful.
The fireplace was left burning, and a rebel spark leapt to wards the rug. A blaze quickly started.
Singe's mother quickly brought the confused young kit outside, then darted back to get the others. She never returned.
The neighboring strays took her in, and since she was too horrified to remember her own name, they dubbed her Singe.
Singe fell, and she fell fast.
A dark, unforgiving nightmare. Depression.
Months went by.
Finally she emerged from the haze, and began to gather strength, rebuilding herself piece by piece. She didn't want to be the weak little scared thing. She didn't want to return to the nightmare either.
She grew into quite the fine young female.
And the toms couldn't touch her, unless they wanted to lose an eye.
She grew tired of the city, with it's silly stray cats and ugly humans. Air wasn't that clean either.
And freedom of the forests was so much more appealing.
Anything Else | Nope.
Gender | Female
Breed | Mixed
Age | One year, six months
Description | In colors, beautiful sage green eyes, followed by a grey tabby coat with white socks, tail, and muzzle.
In body, rather small for a full grown female, and pretty thin, but much stronger than she looks.
Personality | This little feline is quite a moody thing. She's got a dangerous spark in her eyes, one that can't be tamed, and a sharp tongue to match her claws... Claws that one could meet easily with the first wrong move they make.
She's pretty nice once you get to know her, though sarcasm is still a second language to her. However, she's still incredibly hard to damage emotionally. Chances are she'd still hurt you, though.
She's also not afraid to speak her mind, and doesn't like being told what to do, usually.
History | Fire.
The female now known as Singe had once been a kittypet, living with her mother and the rest of her siblings in the cozy house of an elderly lady.
The old lady was forgetful.
The fireplace was left burning, and a rebel spark leapt to wards the rug. A blaze quickly started.
Singe's mother quickly brought the confused young kit outside, then darted back to get the others. She never returned.
The neighboring strays took her in, and since she was too horrified to remember her own name, they dubbed her Singe.
Singe fell, and she fell fast.
A dark, unforgiving nightmare. Depression.
Months went by.
Finally she emerged from the haze, and began to gather strength, rebuilding herself piece by piece. She didn't want to be the weak little scared thing. She didn't want to return to the nightmare either.
She grew into quite the fine young female.
And the toms couldn't touch her, unless they wanted to lose an eye.
She grew tired of the city, with it's silly stray cats and ugly humans. Air wasn't that clean either.
And freedom of the forests was so much more appealing.
Anything Else | Nope.