Post by Midnight Butterfly on Sept 17, 2006 22:41:29 GMT -5
Characters Name: Midnightbutterfly, or Midnight
Gender: Female.
Breed of Cat (If any): Tabby perhaps, maybe Bombay.
Age (if not years, just kit, young, adult, elder, etc will work): An adult, beyond one year, but below five.
Character Description (either what your cat looks like, or a picture): A jet black feline with calm amber eyes, like the calm before the storm. Shes not very muscular, but actually very strong. With her sleek black semi-long coat and bushy tail, she looks rather deadly, but looks can be deceiving. Midnight is the butterfly within the bat, the bat with butterfly wings.
Character Personality: She is very quiet, not really finding a need to speak unless spoken to, and would rather listen to the voice of another then jabber on with her own. You can rant to her, yell at her, tell her about your day, tell her your secrets, the thing that is making you feel bad about yourself, and she will listen, no matter what. She will tell nobody unless you ask her to, and could not have your words pryed from her, even in death. This she-cat can, and will fight to defend herself and is actually rather good, though she tends to want to be left alone more offen.
Below that quiet and hard exterior, is actually a very sweet cat, very loving and kind, this is the butterfly. She can not fly, nor is she an insect or fragile, she is a quiet little girl who flutters about with grace, leaving those who speak to her feeling renewed and calm.
Character History: Midnight was a loner, always. She was born a stray, but left the confined city for a town, then a barn, then a forest. Near this barn though, she found her love, Harrow. She held him in her small heart, and met him by his den, where he lived at the time with his housefolk. He'd tell her about his day, and she'd listen and smile, sharing the trust they had in each other. Soon his random chatter turned into deep secrets, and this made her heart flutter. They were both truly in love, for they now both knew eachother more than anyone else could ever venture. Soon enough, Midnight discovered she was to have kits, but to her dismay, Harrow had now met her by the fence. He didn't for the next week, then the next month.
Her heart wasn't broken though, she knew he had a reason to do this, and that was perfectly understandable. She would still love him, and him, her, end of story. Even if he had run off with another cat, that was fine, and within her she now had a part of her love, a symbol of their everlasting love.
Soon she stopped waiting for him, and wandered deeper into the forest with her kits in her belly. She had heard whispers of clans of wild cats that believed and followed their stars, and this interested her. Ignoring the warnings, she left her normal world behind, and walked into the world of the clan cats.
Anything Else: Harrow, now dead, was her mate :3 Midnight also sees black butterflies, and it seems no one else can see them. Part of her imagination or not, she calls them free secrets, because she seems to see one every time someone tells her something special to them.
Gender: Female.
Breed of Cat (If any): Tabby perhaps, maybe Bombay.
Age (if not years, just kit, young, adult, elder, etc will work): An adult, beyond one year, but below five.
Character Description (either what your cat looks like, or a picture): A jet black feline with calm amber eyes, like the calm before the storm. Shes not very muscular, but actually very strong. With her sleek black semi-long coat and bushy tail, she looks rather deadly, but looks can be deceiving. Midnight is the butterfly within the bat, the bat with butterfly wings.
Character Personality: She is very quiet, not really finding a need to speak unless spoken to, and would rather listen to the voice of another then jabber on with her own. You can rant to her, yell at her, tell her about your day, tell her your secrets, the thing that is making you feel bad about yourself, and she will listen, no matter what. She will tell nobody unless you ask her to, and could not have your words pryed from her, even in death. This she-cat can, and will fight to defend herself and is actually rather good, though she tends to want to be left alone more offen.
Below that quiet and hard exterior, is actually a very sweet cat, very loving and kind, this is the butterfly. She can not fly, nor is she an insect or fragile, she is a quiet little girl who flutters about with grace, leaving those who speak to her feeling renewed and calm.
Character History: Midnight was a loner, always. She was born a stray, but left the confined city for a town, then a barn, then a forest. Near this barn though, she found her love, Harrow. She held him in her small heart, and met him by his den, where he lived at the time with his housefolk. He'd tell her about his day, and she'd listen and smile, sharing the trust they had in each other. Soon his random chatter turned into deep secrets, and this made her heart flutter. They were both truly in love, for they now both knew eachother more than anyone else could ever venture. Soon enough, Midnight discovered she was to have kits, but to her dismay, Harrow had now met her by the fence. He didn't for the next week, then the next month.
Her heart wasn't broken though, she knew he had a reason to do this, and that was perfectly understandable. She would still love him, and him, her, end of story. Even if he had run off with another cat, that was fine, and within her she now had a part of her love, a symbol of their everlasting love.
Soon she stopped waiting for him, and wandered deeper into the forest with her kits in her belly. She had heard whispers of clans of wild cats that believed and followed their stars, and this interested her. Ignoring the warnings, she left her normal world behind, and walked into the world of the clan cats.
Anything Else: Harrow, now dead, was her mate :3 Midnight also sees black butterflies, and it seems no one else can see them. Part of her imagination or not, she calls them free secrets, because she seems to see one every time someone tells her something special to them.
