Post by Mew on Apr 16, 2011 18:20:03 GMT -5
(I apologize in advance if this is not good enough. :3 It's my 2nd character ever made.)
Name: Pigeonfoot
Age: 29 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Gustclan Deputy (?)
Clan: Gustclan
Personality: Pigeonfoot is a calm she-cat. She is more of an observer. She watches everything that she can, and probably knows more than you do, but she doesn't talk much. She only talks to the leader and very rarely warriors. She has a very advanced, strategy-ridden mind that can put pieces of puzzles together like a master. If a kit seems hurt, and a warrior won't talk to that kit at all, she would know that the warrior hurt him. Pigeonfoot loves to teach people how to stay patient and still like she does; she had learned it all from her mother. She hates fighting, but will not stop it. She doesn't know how to. She is the one that calls help, but doesn't do anything.
Pigeonfoot is not the one to flirt, but she does take interest in toms once and a while. She can have an interest in one tom for a few months, watch him carefully, but not speak. Then, she sort of just loses her muse for him and goes back to being her usual deputy self. Her goal is to be more social, but not get obnoxious. Pigeonfoot wants to be the best leader, but she knows she probably can't.
Physical Description: Pigeonfoot has a long, smooth body. Her skin and fur is stretched tightly over her body. She has long legs, and is very flexible. Her chest is covered with a patch of pure white fur. everything else is smooth and tight stretched. She is a siamese cat, so her tail fades to a very dark brown. Her face is a big patch of dark brown as well. The tips of her ears look as if they were dipped in chocolate. Also, her back is tinged a light brown. Her paws are also dark brown. Her eyes are a greyish blue, surrounding a slit of black. When she runs, her hindquarters start way up in the air. Then, when she gets going, she has a habit of staying close to the ground, so her legs are almost always bent. She is always ready to pounce. Pigeonfoot runs like a pigeon, she seems to flap up and down like a birds wings. She is silent, though, because of her slim and flexible figure. She has somewhat of a short tail, which is pointed at the end like a brown paint brush. Pigeonfoot often keeps her tail up, because it usually drags on the ground if she lets it hang down, and she remembers several sores from the ground scraping her tail.
History: Pigeonfoot was born with her three brothers in a kitten mill. She was cramped in a tiny cage with no food and only a tiny bowl of water. She was the quiet one of the group and rarely ever complained. She did not really get along with her brothers, because she was the only girl and then youngest (born the last, 5 minutes after her 3rd oldest brother). She hated how they teased her, told her she wasn't good enough to survive someday. She was jealous on how they were so happy in a place like this. Their mother was killed after giving birth, deemed worthless after just one litter. Her father? Sick in the cage across. She would sit every day and watch him suffer from blackcough, her eyes big and teary. She would beg him not to die, not to leave her alone with her brothers. Her father would say that he wouldn't die, just for her, but after a fatal and painful 3 months, he passed with no medication or history of being treated.
Pigeon did not talk, did not eat, and did not drink for 4 weeks after her fathers death. She felt a hatred inside of her, towards herself, towards her brothers, towards the mill. She was angered that no one did anything for her father. Disgusted how no one thought of him when she told them someone was sick. Pigeonfoot became a quiet, depressed kitten.
When Pigeonfoot and her brothers were a year old two of her brothers escaped when a breeder opened a door to clean the cages. She followed through 3 minutes later, when the guy chased the cats for just 30 yards before quitting. Pigeonfoot and her third brother could not find her other brothers but she did find a home; a nearby alley with a dumpster than overflowed constantly. She lived off the scraps, not the healthiest cat in the city, but she was living well for a long while before her brother needed adventure once more. Pigeonfoot just followed, she had no idea how to decline. They both ventured to the lands that GustClan owned, and they joined immediately; Pigeonfoot felt she fit in quite well here... While Inktail, her brother, stuck out like a sore thumb. The leader admired her patience and ability to observe. She became deputy within 4 months of her stay.
Other notes: Again, sorry if I haven't met the requirements :/
Name: Pigeonfoot
Age: 29 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Gustclan Deputy (?)
Clan: Gustclan
Personality: Pigeonfoot is a calm she-cat. She is more of an observer. She watches everything that she can, and probably knows more than you do, but she doesn't talk much. She only talks to the leader and very rarely warriors. She has a very advanced, strategy-ridden mind that can put pieces of puzzles together like a master. If a kit seems hurt, and a warrior won't talk to that kit at all, she would know that the warrior hurt him. Pigeonfoot loves to teach people how to stay patient and still like she does; she had learned it all from her mother. She hates fighting, but will not stop it. She doesn't know how to. She is the one that calls help, but doesn't do anything.
Pigeonfoot is not the one to flirt, but she does take interest in toms once and a while. She can have an interest in one tom for a few months, watch him carefully, but not speak. Then, she sort of just loses her muse for him and goes back to being her usual deputy self. Her goal is to be more social, but not get obnoxious. Pigeonfoot wants to be the best leader, but she knows she probably can't.
Physical Description: Pigeonfoot has a long, smooth body. Her skin and fur is stretched tightly over her body. She has long legs, and is very flexible. Her chest is covered with a patch of pure white fur. everything else is smooth and tight stretched. She is a siamese cat, so her tail fades to a very dark brown. Her face is a big patch of dark brown as well. The tips of her ears look as if they were dipped in chocolate. Also, her back is tinged a light brown. Her paws are also dark brown. Her eyes are a greyish blue, surrounding a slit of black. When she runs, her hindquarters start way up in the air. Then, when she gets going, she has a habit of staying close to the ground, so her legs are almost always bent. She is always ready to pounce. Pigeonfoot runs like a pigeon, she seems to flap up and down like a birds wings. She is silent, though, because of her slim and flexible figure. She has somewhat of a short tail, which is pointed at the end like a brown paint brush. Pigeonfoot often keeps her tail up, because it usually drags on the ground if she lets it hang down, and she remembers several sores from the ground scraping her tail.
History: Pigeonfoot was born with her three brothers in a kitten mill. She was cramped in a tiny cage with no food and only a tiny bowl of water. She was the quiet one of the group and rarely ever complained. She did not really get along with her brothers, because she was the only girl and then youngest (born the last, 5 minutes after her 3rd oldest brother). She hated how they teased her, told her she wasn't good enough to survive someday. She was jealous on how they were so happy in a place like this. Their mother was killed after giving birth, deemed worthless after just one litter. Her father? Sick in the cage across. She would sit every day and watch him suffer from blackcough, her eyes big and teary. She would beg him not to die, not to leave her alone with her brothers. Her father would say that he wouldn't die, just for her, but after a fatal and painful 3 months, he passed with no medication or history of being treated.
Pigeon did not talk, did not eat, and did not drink for 4 weeks after her fathers death. She felt a hatred inside of her, towards herself, towards her brothers, towards the mill. She was angered that no one did anything for her father. Disgusted how no one thought of him when she told them someone was sick. Pigeonfoot became a quiet, depressed kitten.
When Pigeonfoot and her brothers were a year old two of her brothers escaped when a breeder opened a door to clean the cages. She followed through 3 minutes later, when the guy chased the cats for just 30 yards before quitting. Pigeonfoot and her third brother could not find her other brothers but she did find a home; a nearby alley with a dumpster than overflowed constantly. She lived off the scraps, not the healthiest cat in the city, but she was living well for a long while before her brother needed adventure once more. Pigeonfoot just followed, she had no idea how to decline. They both ventured to the lands that GustClan owned, and they joined immediately; Pigeonfoot felt she fit in quite well here... While Inktail, her brother, stuck out like a sore thumb. The leader admired her patience and ability to observe. She became deputy within 4 months of her stay.
Other notes: Again, sorry if I haven't met the requirements :/
