Post by Holly on Feb 28, 2008 17:47:16 GMT -6
Name: Scrabble
Gender: Tom
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Kittypet
Clan: Kittypet
Picture: This is optional. It will not replace the Physical Description though.
Physical Description: What does your cat look like? Have at least three lines here.
Personality: Scrabble is a fun loving type of cat. He likes to make jokes and have fun. He can be very stern and very serious. Scrabble seems to be a mixture of both. He seems to be a mixture of practically everything for a matter of fact. You never can guess how he'll react to a situation.
History: Scrabble was born in a tiny little box with no brothers or sisters. His mother watched over him dearly, and named him Menor, which means little. When Menor grew a little older, still a kit though, found out that the box that was his mother's and his nest was in a cold, drafty, spider webby shed. When his mother, Viola, would go out to hunt, she would tell Menor to stay in the box and not to leave it at all. One day, when his mother was out, an old Twoleg came into the shed and found him. He picked Menor up and cradled him in his arms. Viola entered the nest not long after and attacked the Twoleg's feet. He kicked back at her and ran out of the nest. Menor wailed and screeched and clawed the man with his tiny claws. Then Menor got a tiny claw snagged into the man's skin and he let out a great yowl. He dropped Menor and the tiny kit ran and ran back to the nest. Viola came to meet him and licked him until his fur might have come out. Later, when Menor was just over six moons, a great storm came. His mother went out and yowled in shock at the "tornado", she called it. She allowed Menor only one peek at it before she shoved him back into the box-nest. A little while later the winds grew even stronger, and Viola suggested them to dig a hole underneath a work bench. They dug and dug a tiny tunnel that only him and Viola could fit in. Menor and her fell asleep and when they awoke, the winds were still and they came up out onto the ground. The whole shed was gone, including their box-nest. They had to find a new home, and quick before leafbare came. Leaffall was almost there and as Menor and Viola traveled the leaves turned red and orange and yellow and fell to the ground. One day they came to a Twoleg place. Viola led him down the alleys and between the houses. Then, as they past one nest, they both smelled food. They turned their heads and saw a plate sitting on the porch. Being very hungry, they ran over to it and gobbled down its contents. Little did they know that while they ate, a little boy watched them at the window. They continued to eat the food left on the porch day after day, until once they found the door open. They padded in carefully and were delighted to find that the Twolegs in the house adored them, and kept them. One day the little boy, Todd, was playing a game with his father and mother. Menor ran right through the game and scattered the pieces. Todd laughed because he was losing anyways. When they started playing again Menor crouched down, flashing an extended paw out and scattering the pieces once more. He did that repeatedly, until the mother said,"My goodness, Todd! He likes this game so much I think we should name him Scrabble!"
In Character (IC): Scrabble ran around the room. He was sooo excited! Todd was out getting him a friend! The night before the little boy had explained to him about getting another little cat to be friends with him, and Scrabble couldn't wait. Click, Boom! The door opened, then closed. Scrabble ran up, sniffing Lea, Gerald, and Todd's feet as they walked in. Gerald, Todd's dad, was carrying some odd contraption. Inside he heard a faint mewing of a cat. Scrabble raced over and peared inside through the holely wire that separated him from his future mate.
Other: Violet is his mate.
Gender: Tom
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Kittypet
Clan: Kittypet
Picture: This is optional. It will not replace the Physical Description though.
Physical Description: What does your cat look like? Have at least three lines here.
Personality: Scrabble is a fun loving type of cat. He likes to make jokes and have fun. He can be very stern and very serious. Scrabble seems to be a mixture of both. He seems to be a mixture of practically everything for a matter of fact. You never can guess how he'll react to a situation.
History: Scrabble was born in a tiny little box with no brothers or sisters. His mother watched over him dearly, and named him Menor, which means little. When Menor grew a little older, still a kit though, found out that the box that was his mother's and his nest was in a cold, drafty, spider webby shed. When his mother, Viola, would go out to hunt, she would tell Menor to stay in the box and not to leave it at all. One day, when his mother was out, an old Twoleg came into the shed and found him. He picked Menor up and cradled him in his arms. Viola entered the nest not long after and attacked the Twoleg's feet. He kicked back at her and ran out of the nest. Menor wailed and screeched and clawed the man with his tiny claws. Then Menor got a tiny claw snagged into the man's skin and he let out a great yowl. He dropped Menor and the tiny kit ran and ran back to the nest. Viola came to meet him and licked him until his fur might have come out. Later, when Menor was just over six moons, a great storm came. His mother went out and yowled in shock at the "tornado", she called it. She allowed Menor only one peek at it before she shoved him back into the box-nest. A little while later the winds grew even stronger, and Viola suggested them to dig a hole underneath a work bench. They dug and dug a tiny tunnel that only him and Viola could fit in. Menor and her fell asleep and when they awoke, the winds were still and they came up out onto the ground. The whole shed was gone, including their box-nest. They had to find a new home, and quick before leafbare came. Leaffall was almost there and as Menor and Viola traveled the leaves turned red and orange and yellow and fell to the ground. One day they came to a Twoleg place. Viola led him down the alleys and between the houses. Then, as they past one nest, they both smelled food. They turned their heads and saw a plate sitting on the porch. Being very hungry, they ran over to it and gobbled down its contents. Little did they know that while they ate, a little boy watched them at the window. They continued to eat the food left on the porch day after day, until once they found the door open. They padded in carefully and were delighted to find that the Twolegs in the house adored them, and kept them. One day the little boy, Todd, was playing a game with his father and mother. Menor ran right through the game and scattered the pieces. Todd laughed because he was losing anyways. When they started playing again Menor crouched down, flashing an extended paw out and scattering the pieces once more. He did that repeatedly, until the mother said,"My goodness, Todd! He likes this game so much I think we should name him Scrabble!"
In Character (IC): Scrabble ran around the room. He was sooo excited! Todd was out getting him a friend! The night before the little boy had explained to him about getting another little cat to be friends with him, and Scrabble couldn't wait. Click, Boom! The door opened, then closed. Scrabble ran up, sniffing Lea, Gerald, and Todd's feet as they walked in. Gerald, Todd's dad, was carrying some odd contraption. Inside he heard a faint mewing of a cat. Scrabble raced over and peared inside through the holely wire that separated him from his future mate.
Other: Violet is his mate.