Post by toushiro on May 4, 2010 19:54:28 GMT -5
Name: Jasper
Age: 1 year
Sex: Male
Species: Cat
Breed: American Shorthair/Minx mix.
Occupation: none
Allegiance: none
Appearance:
Personality: A mute kitten, he never spoke in his life, a sort of special case, he is blind in his right eye, a scar over it, well, he's never opened it so its unknown if he could see in it or not. He likes to eat melon pan, a meat sort type of thing encased in two wheat breads. He is very young, yet very intelligent for his age. He wears a small silver chain around his neck, much like a dog's choke chain. He thinks he's a dog, so I wouldn't call him a cat if I were you. He's rarely hostile, yet when riled, much like anyone else who gets riled, is very dangerous. His personality suits his calm nature, yet he's michievious and sly, yet loyal to the core.
History:
He never knew his father, or what he was, just that he never came back. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he was the smallest one, and probably the weakest of the bunch. His mother was a breeding cat, pure black, and beautiful with eyes as orange as the sun. He, unlike his siblings who were all black or white, got homes quickly. He stood out alot, and thus being smallest, was learned more to be a little mistake child.
He never spoke, and he never played with the others, hed rather sleep with his mother and lay next to her than play with them. When he did, he played on his own, for his siblings never wanted him around anyway.
When they were all given away, he was told he could stay with his mother. He was overjoyed, and rarely was ever seen without a smile. He didn't like to fight, and thus became a total pacifist.
Sadly, good times always came to past. His mother was separated from him by minor meanings, before he was given to a home with many dogs. The dogs were slightly mean, yet were nice as well. He quickly forgot his cat ways, and became a dog in mindset, His fur was ruffled and longer, his eyes were rarely ever slits. His growls were not cat hisses, but menacing and dog like. His claws always stayed out, leaving them slightly dulled, yet still sharp. His vocals changed completely from cat to dog in a matter of a year. He was still young at the time, yet became dog merely instantly. It seemed he fit in more with the mutts than the kits.
Age: 1 year
Sex: Male
Species: Cat
Breed: American Shorthair/Minx mix.
Occupation: none
Allegiance: none
Appearance:
Personality: A mute kitten, he never spoke in his life, a sort of special case, he is blind in his right eye, a scar over it, well, he's never opened it so its unknown if he could see in it or not. He likes to eat melon pan, a meat sort type of thing encased in two wheat breads. He is very young, yet very intelligent for his age. He wears a small silver chain around his neck, much like a dog's choke chain. He thinks he's a dog, so I wouldn't call him a cat if I were you. He's rarely hostile, yet when riled, much like anyone else who gets riled, is very dangerous. His personality suits his calm nature, yet he's michievious and sly, yet loyal to the core.
History:
He never knew his father, or what he was, just that he never came back. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he was the smallest one, and probably the weakest of the bunch. His mother was a breeding cat, pure black, and beautiful with eyes as orange as the sun. He, unlike his siblings who were all black or white, got homes quickly. He stood out alot, and thus being smallest, was learned more to be a little mistake child.
He never spoke, and he never played with the others, hed rather sleep with his mother and lay next to her than play with them. When he did, he played on his own, for his siblings never wanted him around anyway.
When they were all given away, he was told he could stay with his mother. He was overjoyed, and rarely was ever seen without a smile. He didn't like to fight, and thus became a total pacifist.
Sadly, good times always came to past. His mother was separated from him by minor meanings, before he was given to a home with many dogs. The dogs were slightly mean, yet were nice as well. He quickly forgot his cat ways, and became a dog in mindset, His fur was ruffled and longer, his eyes were rarely ever slits. His growls were not cat hisses, but menacing and dog like. His claws always stayed out, leaving them slightly dulled, yet still sharp. His vocals changed completely from cat to dog in a matter of a year. He was still young at the time, yet became dog merely instantly. It seemed he fit in more with the mutts than the kits.