Post by Kenya on Feb 13, 2012 22:36:29 GMT -5
NAME: Alaska
AGE: 19 moons, Leaf-fall
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: None - Kittypet
RANK: None
DESCRIPTION:Alaska is a soft generally small she-cat. Her white fur wisps along her body like rolling clouds on a summer day being lifted by the breeze. Her fur is long, and she always keeps it neat and clean, not wanting to get herself dirty in the presence of others. Her long white whiskers meet in rows to greet her small pink nose. Alaska’s house folk have been heard calling her a “Ragdoll”. She assumes it is what her kind is. Her twolegs are elderly and she often enjoys lying on their laps, having her white fur brushed until it is as soft as a birds feathers.
Alaska’s eyes are a light powdery blue, only darkening once they reach the center. Her face and ears are covered by a soft silvery mask the fades easily into the rest of her white fur. Her tail also shares this same soft silver color, fluffed out behind her like the clouds that dot her skies. One could say she is a very beautiful she-cat. Bred for perfection but never making it into the show world. Toms have fallen for her looks and soft nature, perhaps wanting to protect this good-natured she-cat.
PERSONALITY: True, Alaska is a kittypet. Her twolegs allow her out doors when the weather is warm and over the many moons she has been in that nest her curious nature of what is beyond her nest pulls her paws further from them daily. She is young, and full of energy and youthful curiosity. Alaska speaks with a soft voice that matches her wispy pelt. Although curious she does become startled easily with the unknowns. She is quick to trust as her innocent mind couldn’t think truly badly of any cat, as all she met were kind to her. Mostly other house cats. They’ve warned her about evil cats that roam with no twolegs to care for them, but instead of hiding at the sight or scent of another pelt, her curiosity pushes her forward to hopefully meet one of these strange cats. Perhaps one day, by chance she will stumble upon one of them…
HISTORY:Alaska was born to two pure bred cats. There were three in her litter. They were given the names Dakota, Alaska, and Montana. They lived with their parents for a few moons, playing happily and staring out the windows of their twoleg nest. One day things changed for the young cat. Unusual twolegs came and looked them over, they all showed much interest in her but her own twolegs declined whenever they gestured for her and soon both her sisters were gone to new nests. Another moon passed before Alaska was finally leaving her parents. She was brushed till her coat was as white as the winter snow she watched from her window. She was placed into a dark box which she had seen her twolegs covering in colorful paper. She wailed at first from the uncomfortable darkness but soon settled down when she was unable to get out. She waited for what felt like moons until bright light broke her dark cage and she peered her blue eyes up into the faces of two delighted looking elderly two-legs.
Alaska had only been there for a moon when they opened their door to let her into the world, now bearing a light pink collar. She felt so free and delighting to touch the ground she had watched so longingly from the window. The breeze and the scents! The sun and the warmth! Soon she explored every inch of her new home, and met her new neighbors. There was a cat she soon became close with. His name was Milo. His smoky gray fur and light yellow eyes made her paws tingle with excitement whenever she saw him. They spent hours together, laying in the sun or racing through the trees outside of their homes. It was not meant to be though. A car ended the tom’s life when he wondered off to chase after a squirrel. Alaska was devastated. Her pelt went ungroomed for moons, and her eyes always looked into nothing.
One sunny day she dared to set her paws outside, but found instead of sadness, happiness over take her. Alaska took this as a sign that her mourning should be over. Slowly her personality returned. Though she would never forget him, Milo would want her to carry on. Now curiosity tugs at her once more, and she finds her paws farther and farther from her home.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Mother – Kittypet – Unknown
Father – Kittypet – Unknown
Montana – Sister – Kittypet
Dakota – Sister – Kittypet
Milo – mate (previously) – Deceased
OTHER:
Alaska
AGE: 19 moons, Leaf-fall
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: None - Kittypet
RANK: None
DESCRIPTION:Alaska is a soft generally small she-cat. Her white fur wisps along her body like rolling clouds on a summer day being lifted by the breeze. Her fur is long, and she always keeps it neat and clean, not wanting to get herself dirty in the presence of others. Her long white whiskers meet in rows to greet her small pink nose. Alaska’s house folk have been heard calling her a “Ragdoll”. She assumes it is what her kind is. Her twolegs are elderly and she often enjoys lying on their laps, having her white fur brushed until it is as soft as a birds feathers.
Alaska’s eyes are a light powdery blue, only darkening once they reach the center. Her face and ears are covered by a soft silvery mask the fades easily into the rest of her white fur. Her tail also shares this same soft silver color, fluffed out behind her like the clouds that dot her skies. One could say she is a very beautiful she-cat. Bred for perfection but never making it into the show world. Toms have fallen for her looks and soft nature, perhaps wanting to protect this good-natured she-cat.
PERSONALITY: True, Alaska is a kittypet. Her twolegs allow her out doors when the weather is warm and over the many moons she has been in that nest her curious nature of what is beyond her nest pulls her paws further from them daily. She is young, and full of energy and youthful curiosity. Alaska speaks with a soft voice that matches her wispy pelt. Although curious she does become startled easily with the unknowns. She is quick to trust as her innocent mind couldn’t think truly badly of any cat, as all she met were kind to her. Mostly other house cats. They’ve warned her about evil cats that roam with no twolegs to care for them, but instead of hiding at the sight or scent of another pelt, her curiosity pushes her forward to hopefully meet one of these strange cats. Perhaps one day, by chance she will stumble upon one of them…
HISTORY:Alaska was born to two pure bred cats. There were three in her litter. They were given the names Dakota, Alaska, and Montana. They lived with their parents for a few moons, playing happily and staring out the windows of their twoleg nest. One day things changed for the young cat. Unusual twolegs came and looked them over, they all showed much interest in her but her own twolegs declined whenever they gestured for her and soon both her sisters were gone to new nests. Another moon passed before Alaska was finally leaving her parents. She was brushed till her coat was as white as the winter snow she watched from her window. She was placed into a dark box which she had seen her twolegs covering in colorful paper. She wailed at first from the uncomfortable darkness but soon settled down when she was unable to get out. She waited for what felt like moons until bright light broke her dark cage and she peered her blue eyes up into the faces of two delighted looking elderly two-legs.
Alaska had only been there for a moon when they opened their door to let her into the world, now bearing a light pink collar. She felt so free and delighting to touch the ground she had watched so longingly from the window. The breeze and the scents! The sun and the warmth! Soon she explored every inch of her new home, and met her new neighbors. There was a cat she soon became close with. His name was Milo. His smoky gray fur and light yellow eyes made her paws tingle with excitement whenever she saw him. They spent hours together, laying in the sun or racing through the trees outside of their homes. It was not meant to be though. A car ended the tom’s life when he wondered off to chase after a squirrel. Alaska was devastated. Her pelt went ungroomed for moons, and her eyes always looked into nothing.
One sunny day she dared to set her paws outside, but found instead of sadness, happiness over take her. Alaska took this as a sign that her mourning should be over. Slowly her personality returned. Though she would never forget him, Milo would want her to carry on. Now curiosity tugs at her once more, and she finds her paws farther and farther from her home.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Mother – Kittypet – Unknown
Father – Kittypet – Unknown
Montana – Sister – Kittypet
Dakota – Sister – Kittypet
Milo – mate (previously) – Deceased
OTHER:
Alaska