Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 31, 2006 3:27:16 GMT -5
Name: Thief
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: No clan
Description: A scrawny brown tabby, Thief is probably one of the most unfrightening creatures to ever step foot on the earth. Thin and bony, he sports a matted coat of light brown with occasional splotches of black riddled all over his body. His tail is somewhat crooked and bent, the result from a fall from a tree. His paws are rather tiny with sharp needle-like claws, some of them missing a claw or too. Thief's right ear has a sharp cut on it, another result from his ragged life. His face is small and missing some tufts of fur on his nose. All of this makes for a very unattractive, scrawny, tiny, and gangly cat. Sometimes ounbalanced on high rooftops or trees, his gait is awkward from his small paws and thin body. He's missing one or two whiskers as well. The only normal, or probably not normal at all, are the pair of heated angry amber gold eyes of his.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Sicily/AgrientoCat_009.jpg
Personality: Thief's surprisingly thin body is only matched by his snappish attitude. Impatient and rude, he cares for no other cat and when someone does tag along, he'll do almost anything to ditch then. Considered to be a lone wolf, Thief cares mostly for himself and is a very shady cat. Greedy and harboring a strange anger at the world, this tomcat does not seem to hold any nice bone in his body. Rude to a point where he's often chased off by other cats and dogs, he's quite pessimestic. Thief's motto is "Survival of the fittest". Though because of his scrawny weak body, he often cheats his way through life by stealing food from other creatures. He doesn't care though, since he does believe that the world waits for no one. However sometimes other creatures ponder if there's some way to break the shadowed, icy barriers of his forgotten heart, if he had one in the first place.
History: Thief has a regular kithood for the kit of a loner. Both of his parents were a pair of very quiet loners and, true to their name, kept to themselves. They raised Thief in a barn secluded from most other cats and Twolegs, him and his brothers and sisters. Him and his siblings were competitive right from the start. From since they first learned to eat meat and then to hunt for themselves, it was a race to see who could get the food first, and who would finish in last place. Thief was just as competitive as his siblings, and gaining the shady trait from his father, just as much of a cheater. Often, he waited for his siblings to rush for the foor from his parents before he snuck up behind then and snatched it right from their paws. His parents found this amusing when he was a kit and dubbed him Little Bandit.
Little Bandit's turning point in life that led him to be the shady, selfish and uncaring tom he was, was the death of his family. It came swiftly and suddenly. The barn that his parents made their home in was caught on fire when a serious drought left the nearby areas dry and barren except for the stiff vegitation. During a scorching day, a storm hit the hills and the barn caught on fire from the sweeping heat. Little Bandit was stricken as his mother raced to save him, carrying him outside with his father carrying one of his siblings. Placing him in a safe abandoned fox den, his parents left him there to retrieve his siblings. However, as rain finally came during the night, Bandit's parents did not come back.
After that, Little Bandit grew up on his own since he was too young to offer much of a living with any other cat, and his growing bitterness warded off any tagalongs. Nowadays, the scrawny cat often pilfers food when he can, getting into many a fight with the owners of the food. Abandoning his old name, he goes by the name most of his pilfered victims dub him, Thief.
IC: Amber eyes gazed at the scrap of fish hungrily, thin claws sinking into the earth beneath angrily. A single scarred ear twitched as the thin brown tabby crouched by the fence, watching the kittypet on the Twoleg nest's porch feast on its meal. Licking his lips, Thief growled slightly and stepped forward, keeping his gangly body unseen in the tall patches of grass. As he manuevered himself to the porch, he quickly scrabbled onto the fence and leaped on the roof, panting from the exertion. Many cats often wondered why he couldn't do a little work and catch his own dinner. Thief just smirked as he peeked from the rooftop and down onto the porch. Oh, he was doing work, and he was catching his dinner. Just in a different way. With a wild grin, he leaped right down and onto his unsuspecting prey.
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: No clan
Description: A scrawny brown tabby, Thief is probably one of the most unfrightening creatures to ever step foot on the earth. Thin and bony, he sports a matted coat of light brown with occasional splotches of black riddled all over his body. His tail is somewhat crooked and bent, the result from a fall from a tree. His paws are rather tiny with sharp needle-like claws, some of them missing a claw or too. Thief's right ear has a sharp cut on it, another result from his ragged life. His face is small and missing some tufts of fur on his nose. All of this makes for a very unattractive, scrawny, tiny, and gangly cat. Sometimes ounbalanced on high rooftops or trees, his gait is awkward from his small paws and thin body. He's missing one or two whiskers as well. The only normal, or probably not normal at all, are the pair of heated angry amber gold eyes of his.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Sicily/AgrientoCat_009.jpg
Personality: Thief's surprisingly thin body is only matched by his snappish attitude. Impatient and rude, he cares for no other cat and when someone does tag along, he'll do almost anything to ditch then. Considered to be a lone wolf, Thief cares mostly for himself and is a very shady cat. Greedy and harboring a strange anger at the world, this tomcat does not seem to hold any nice bone in his body. Rude to a point where he's often chased off by other cats and dogs, he's quite pessimestic. Thief's motto is "Survival of the fittest". Though because of his scrawny weak body, he often cheats his way through life by stealing food from other creatures. He doesn't care though, since he does believe that the world waits for no one. However sometimes other creatures ponder if there's some way to break the shadowed, icy barriers of his forgotten heart, if he had one in the first place.
History: Thief has a regular kithood for the kit of a loner. Both of his parents were a pair of very quiet loners and, true to their name, kept to themselves. They raised Thief in a barn secluded from most other cats and Twolegs, him and his brothers and sisters. Him and his siblings were competitive right from the start. From since they first learned to eat meat and then to hunt for themselves, it was a race to see who could get the food first, and who would finish in last place. Thief was just as competitive as his siblings, and gaining the shady trait from his father, just as much of a cheater. Often, he waited for his siblings to rush for the foor from his parents before he snuck up behind then and snatched it right from their paws. His parents found this amusing when he was a kit and dubbed him Little Bandit.
Little Bandit's turning point in life that led him to be the shady, selfish and uncaring tom he was, was the death of his family. It came swiftly and suddenly. The barn that his parents made their home in was caught on fire when a serious drought left the nearby areas dry and barren except for the stiff vegitation. During a scorching day, a storm hit the hills and the barn caught on fire from the sweeping heat. Little Bandit was stricken as his mother raced to save him, carrying him outside with his father carrying one of his siblings. Placing him in a safe abandoned fox den, his parents left him there to retrieve his siblings. However, as rain finally came during the night, Bandit's parents did not come back.
After that, Little Bandit grew up on his own since he was too young to offer much of a living with any other cat, and his growing bitterness warded off any tagalongs. Nowadays, the scrawny cat often pilfers food when he can, getting into many a fight with the owners of the food. Abandoning his old name, he goes by the name most of his pilfered victims dub him, Thief.
IC: Amber eyes gazed at the scrap of fish hungrily, thin claws sinking into the earth beneath angrily. A single scarred ear twitched as the thin brown tabby crouched by the fence, watching the kittypet on the Twoleg nest's porch feast on its meal. Licking his lips, Thief growled slightly and stepped forward, keeping his gangly body unseen in the tall patches of grass. As he manuevered himself to the porch, he quickly scrabbled onto the fence and leaped on the roof, panting from the exertion. Many cats often wondered why he couldn't do a little work and catch his own dinner. Thief just smirked as he peeked from the rooftop and down onto the porch. Oh, he was doing work, and he was catching his dinner. Just in a different way. With a wild grin, he leaped right down and onto his unsuspecting prey.
Password: Secrets
