Post by Spotted on Dec 18, 2007 15:42:26 GMT -6
Name: Volt
Gender: Tom
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Picture:
Physical Description: Volt is completely black. He has a normal sized tail and normal sized whiskers. I suppose he would look a lot like Ravenpaw. He is also very fast. He has blue eyes and his claws are very sharp.
Personality: Volt is spontainious, passive, softly spoken, modest and shy. He also makes friends very easily. He can be quite sensitive to insults and has quite a short temper. He is also very curious.
History: As a kit, Volt left home young and was taken in by Twolegs (His kittypet name was Baxter). He never knew his brother or sister, and all he can remember is that he only had two littermates, a tom and a she-cat, who did not go to the same place that he did. Fortunatly, he once met a patrol of Clan cats who told him of the Cutter. After that he escaped from his Twolegs and I will start roleplaying him just after he escaped (see below for the escape).
In Character (IC):It was a cold morning as Baxter stepped out onto the frozen ground and sunk a mouse-length into the snow that was piled up around his feet. He scented the air but could not smell anything but Twolegs and snow. Nothing unusual, he thought to himself. But then he smelt something else, like cat, yet, not like cat. He padded over to where his territory stopped, by the Twoleg fence and jumped up onto a post at the corner of the fence. He gazed down and saw three cats gazing back up at him. He jumped with surprise and fell off his perch, outside of his garden. "Gah!" one of the cats gasped as Baxter landed heavily on him. "Sorry!" Baxter apologized as he scrambled to his paws and gave his chest a few quick licks to hide his embarrassment. "Get off our territory kittypet!" growled the cat he had landed on. "Stop it, he's only a kittypet! He hasn't even been to the Cutter yet." The she-cat mewed. "What's the Cutter?" Baxter inquired, puzzled. The she-cat turned to face him, "The Cutter is where the Twolegs take kittypets like you. It's a horrible place. They change cats there, make them neither a tom, or a she-cat." Baxter jumped. He had never thought the Twolegs would do something like that, but for some reason he believed the she-cat. "Let him go to the Cutter, why should we care?" growled one of the toms, speaking for the first time. Ignoring him, the she-cat went on, "You should leave whilst you have the chance, but we can't take you back to our Clan. You'll have to become a loner. Unless you want to be Cut." Baxter was horrified. He had just realized that these were the cats that lived in the forest. "Y-you're the forest cats!" Baxter stammered. "Yes. Now have you made up your mind about leaving yet?" The she-cat asked. "Yes." mewed Baxter, "I'm leaving." "Good." Replied the she-cat. "But we had better go. Skirt the edge of the territory. And don't forget that StarClan watch over us all." "What's-" Baxter started, then stopped himself. He had kept them long enough already. "Thank-you." He mewed, and bowed his head. As the three cats padded away, Baxter overheard them, "Why did you help him? It's going to take all day to get this kittypet scent out of my fur!" He couldn't hear the reply, or anymore conversation. He turned and began to pad off in the other direction. Then he thought. It was odd of his Twolegs to give him a shelter and food. And a name. A name... he thought. A new name. Thats what was needed. Just then, lighning flashed from the sky and hit a spot near him, sending him flying backwards, yet there was no rain. Then that shall be my name, he thought, Volt, for the light that almost killed me. And he got up and started walking again.
Other: Single
Gender: Tom
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Picture:
Physical Description: Volt is completely black. He has a normal sized tail and normal sized whiskers. I suppose he would look a lot like Ravenpaw. He is also very fast. He has blue eyes and his claws are very sharp.
Personality: Volt is spontainious, passive, softly spoken, modest and shy. He also makes friends very easily. He can be quite sensitive to insults and has quite a short temper. He is also very curious.
History: As a kit, Volt left home young and was taken in by Twolegs (His kittypet name was Baxter). He never knew his brother or sister, and all he can remember is that he only had two littermates, a tom and a she-cat, who did not go to the same place that he did. Fortunatly, he once met a patrol of Clan cats who told him of the Cutter. After that he escaped from his Twolegs and I will start roleplaying him just after he escaped (see below for the escape).
In Character (IC):It was a cold morning as Baxter stepped out onto the frozen ground and sunk a mouse-length into the snow that was piled up around his feet. He scented the air but could not smell anything but Twolegs and snow. Nothing unusual, he thought to himself. But then he smelt something else, like cat, yet, not like cat. He padded over to where his territory stopped, by the Twoleg fence and jumped up onto a post at the corner of the fence. He gazed down and saw three cats gazing back up at him. He jumped with surprise and fell off his perch, outside of his garden. "Gah!" one of the cats gasped as Baxter landed heavily on him. "Sorry!" Baxter apologized as he scrambled to his paws and gave his chest a few quick licks to hide his embarrassment. "Get off our territory kittypet!" growled the cat he had landed on. "Stop it, he's only a kittypet! He hasn't even been to the Cutter yet." The she-cat mewed. "What's the Cutter?" Baxter inquired, puzzled. The she-cat turned to face him, "The Cutter is where the Twolegs take kittypets like you. It's a horrible place. They change cats there, make them neither a tom, or a she-cat." Baxter jumped. He had never thought the Twolegs would do something like that, but for some reason he believed the she-cat. "Let him go to the Cutter, why should we care?" growled one of the toms, speaking for the first time. Ignoring him, the she-cat went on, "You should leave whilst you have the chance, but we can't take you back to our Clan. You'll have to become a loner. Unless you want to be Cut." Baxter was horrified. He had just realized that these were the cats that lived in the forest. "Y-you're the forest cats!" Baxter stammered. "Yes. Now have you made up your mind about leaving yet?" The she-cat asked. "Yes." mewed Baxter, "I'm leaving." "Good." Replied the she-cat. "But we had better go. Skirt the edge of the territory. And don't forget that StarClan watch over us all." "What's-" Baxter started, then stopped himself. He had kept them long enough already. "Thank-you." He mewed, and bowed his head. As the three cats padded away, Baxter overheard them, "Why did you help him? It's going to take all day to get this kittypet scent out of my fur!" He couldn't hear the reply, or anymore conversation. He turned and began to pad off in the other direction. Then he thought. It was odd of his Twolegs to give him a shelter and food. And a name. A name... he thought. A new name. Thats what was needed. Just then, lighning flashed from the sky and hit a spot near him, sending him flying backwards, yet there was no rain. Then that shall be my name, he thought, Volt, for the light that almost killed me. And he got up and started walking again.
Other: Single