Post by Kenya on Feb 22, 2012 23:38:21 GMT -5
NAME: Moro
AGE: 22 Months, Green-Leaf
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: None.
RANK: Loner
DESCRIPTION: Her pelt is short, and clings to her ghostly frame. Short and always neatly groomed, her fur is a pure white, like freshly fallen snow. Her light and lithe frame can get her away where quietly, and has been rumored about that along with her light pelt she is a ghost of cats lost into the night. Moro has fairly large ears she pressed to her head when she hunts for food so as the prey won’t see her coming. Not that they ever would, as her small light paws carry her swiftly.
Although Moro is pure white, as her ghostly rumors make her out to be she has another feature that can draw a cat to her. She has very piercing deep gold eyes. Her eyes cut through the minds of other cats, often leaving them captivated by her.
PERSONALITY: Moro is a very whimsical cat which
surprises others after getting a good look at her ghostly appearance. Moro is a friendly she-cat to others she knows well but finds herself uncomfortable and wary when standing amongst strangers. She has spent moons wondering the white capped mountains alone, only coming down during the harshest weather. Moro has never minded being alone, and finds the voices of other cats to be noisy and distracting at times.
After almost drowning as a kit she finds water appalling and is somewhat frightened of it. She will go out of her way to find a safer more secure crossing of any streams or creeks that she cannot jump easily. Moro has traveled for many sunsets and seen many things the average cat wouldn’t. Her adventures come with not being attached to any cat. Though loneliness sometimes engulfs her she bears it until the feelings pass as she does generally enjoy being out on her own.
HISTORY:Moro was born to a loner she never knew. Shortly after Moro stopped taking milk her mother vanished. She has little memory of the time spent with this mysterious she-cat and often ponders why she would have been abandoned. Moro remembers little from this time, but remember falling into water and not being able to escape. The pale grasp of a twolegs saved her life from drowning that day. Moro was taken to a twoleg place with many other cats. She remembered the place being white, with raised shiny silver cold things she was placed on from time to time. She herself spent most of her time in a square shiny cold box with only bars in the front to see out. There were other cats all around her, dogs to. Some purred pitifully when twolegs came to look at them, and some hissed and scratched. Visiting twolegs often took away the purring cats and the resident twolegs would occasionally take away the fighters. Either way they were never seen from again. The smell of death usually accompanied the disappearance of these cats.
One day while she was out on the shiny cold ledge, a table, as she had come to know the false sun above them went black. She took the chance to escape from her prison. Though still young she vowed to never step foot near the evil twolegs again. Moro spent some time in the streets with a kindly old loner. The she-cat taught her how to survive, how to fight and hunt for food. Moro owes everything to this old she-cat who was both wise and patient. After witnessing the death and destruction of many cats including the old she-cat, she fled to the forests for a sanctuary where twolegs couldn’t harm her again. To this day she still holds a deep grudge against them as she watching them destroy more of the forests and kill more innocent cats.
RELATIONSHIPS:
None Currently.
OTHER: Moro
AGE: 22 Months, Green-Leaf
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: None.
RANK: Loner
DESCRIPTION: Her pelt is short, and clings to her ghostly frame. Short and always neatly groomed, her fur is a pure white, like freshly fallen snow. Her light and lithe frame can get her away where quietly, and has been rumored about that along with her light pelt she is a ghost of cats lost into the night. Moro has fairly large ears she pressed to her head when she hunts for food so as the prey won’t see her coming. Not that they ever would, as her small light paws carry her swiftly.
Although Moro is pure white, as her ghostly rumors make her out to be she has another feature that can draw a cat to her. She has very piercing deep gold eyes. Her eyes cut through the minds of other cats, often leaving them captivated by her.
PERSONALITY: Moro is a very whimsical cat which
surprises others after getting a good look at her ghostly appearance. Moro is a friendly she-cat to others she knows well but finds herself uncomfortable and wary when standing amongst strangers. She has spent moons wondering the white capped mountains alone, only coming down during the harshest weather. Moro has never minded being alone, and finds the voices of other cats to be noisy and distracting at times.
After almost drowning as a kit she finds water appalling and is somewhat frightened of it. She will go out of her way to find a safer more secure crossing of any streams or creeks that she cannot jump easily. Moro has traveled for many sunsets and seen many things the average cat wouldn’t. Her adventures come with not being attached to any cat. Though loneliness sometimes engulfs her she bears it until the feelings pass as she does generally enjoy being out on her own.
HISTORY:Moro was born to a loner she never knew. Shortly after Moro stopped taking milk her mother vanished. She has little memory of the time spent with this mysterious she-cat and often ponders why she would have been abandoned. Moro remembers little from this time, but remember falling into water and not being able to escape. The pale grasp of a twolegs saved her life from drowning that day. Moro was taken to a twoleg place with many other cats. She remembered the place being white, with raised shiny silver cold things she was placed on from time to time. She herself spent most of her time in a square shiny cold box with only bars in the front to see out. There were other cats all around her, dogs to. Some purred pitifully when twolegs came to look at them, and some hissed and scratched. Visiting twolegs often took away the purring cats and the resident twolegs would occasionally take away the fighters. Either way they were never seen from again. The smell of death usually accompanied the disappearance of these cats.
One day while she was out on the shiny cold ledge, a table, as she had come to know the false sun above them went black. She took the chance to escape from her prison. Though still young she vowed to never step foot near the evil twolegs again. Moro spent some time in the streets with a kindly old loner. The she-cat taught her how to survive, how to fight and hunt for food. Moro owes everything to this old she-cat who was both wise and patient. After witnessing the death and destruction of many cats including the old she-cat, she fled to the forests for a sanctuary where twolegs couldn’t harm her again. To this day she still holds a deep grudge against them as she watching them destroy more of the forests and kill more innocent cats.
RELATIONSHIPS:
None Currently.
OTHER: Moro
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