Post by Scarpaw on Sept 11, 2009 20:43:58 GMT -5
Name: Church
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None, Kitty-pet
Rank: None
Personality: Sly and cunning is his middle and last name. He's almost well known in his Neighborhood for his faked innocence. Though alot of cats and his owners know that he's as sly as a fox. Church proudly stays wih the saying 'Brain beats brawn' then anything else and thinks up ways and taticts for a 'Life or death' situation. Church dislikes close minded people. And is easly annoyed with Hard headed, stubborn, disrespectful and obnoxious cats. He is respectful and times, though mostly with Elder and kind cats. Church takes good care of himself and almost daily he'll bother is Housefolks to bath him.
Description: Church is an outdoor pet, meaning he is not as fat as a House cat or some chubby outdoor cats. Slender long legs, neat brown and white pelt. His muzzle white with a cheetah like stripe going up from the bridge of his nose. Fluffy white paws, and white stripes all around his chocolate brown fur. A fluffy tail with a white tail tip, white fur comeing from his inner ear.
History: Church has been a kitty-pet since kithood and dosin't plan on giving it up. He loves where he is.
His mother was a Kitty-pet as well, but he dosin't seem to remember much about her. So as his father. As a young and curious kitten, Church meet Straber, A grumpy old cat. Straber became his first friend and Straber accepted Church as his 'appreantice' after Church nagged and follwed him around. Nothing much about his History actually.
Role-Play Example:
"Well, Hello there Straber! What can I do for you today?" Church's smooth and teasing voice said. The cat named Straber looked down from his perch on the rusty old metal fence. "Mind yer own business kid" was his reply, His voice as old and rusty as the metal fence. Church sighed and sprang on, what the twoleg called 'car' as he rememberd, neatly perching himself next to the old cat. "Ah, A nice day isin't it?" Church meowed at him, though Straber seemed to be deep in thought while stareing at the woods a few feet ahead.
Church twitched his whisker curiously. "Is something wrong, Straber?" He meowed, the other cat didn't reply.
"Straber?"
Silence...
"You old coot"
"What was that" Straber snapped out of his trance and glared at Church, tail twitching with mild annoyance. Church mocked a sheepish expression. "Oh my bad, It must have slipped my mind...." He murrmured, glancing at the woods that had taken the old grump of a cat's attention. The calico cat snorted, noticing the young cat shooting him questioned filled glances he sighed. "Church, I'm not young as I used to be" He rasped. Church stared at him, flicking his tail. "Of course you aren't, Sir" He replyed; knowing full well how Straber disliked being called old, though he didn't seem to quite understand where the Old Calico was getting at.
Straber shook his head, mirth in his sharp eyes before turning serious. "No...I'm.." He paused. "I'm going to leave soon" Straber's sharp gold eyes gave Church a sudden chill as he stood up suddenly. "What? Where? Are your Housefolks moving away? When will you come back? Why?" Straber hissed, silencing the brown and white cat. Giving him a hard penetrating stare; Straber looked away, it was hard to tell the young cat.
"No Church...I'm going to die soon..."
Straber swallowed hard, springing off the Metal Fence. For once, Church noticed how much difficulty it took Straber just to jump off in such a short hight but he didn't move, to shocked. Straber stared up at him from under the car, sadness came over his once ruff and grumpy face. "I'm sorry son..." He muttered under his breath and slowly padded away to his Housefolks Den.
Secret Word:...... >.> It's starts with an F <_<
I turned my Sample RP ito a full blown One-Shot D8 Ho Shiz.....
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None, Kitty-pet
Rank: None
Personality: Sly and cunning is his middle and last name. He's almost well known in his Neighborhood for his faked innocence. Though alot of cats and his owners know that he's as sly as a fox. Church proudly stays wih the saying 'Brain beats brawn' then anything else and thinks up ways and taticts for a 'Life or death' situation. Church dislikes close minded people. And is easly annoyed with Hard headed, stubborn, disrespectful and obnoxious cats. He is respectful and times, though mostly with Elder and kind cats. Church takes good care of himself and almost daily he'll bother is Housefolks to bath him.
Description: Church is an outdoor pet, meaning he is not as fat as a House cat or some chubby outdoor cats. Slender long legs, neat brown and white pelt. His muzzle white with a cheetah like stripe going up from the bridge of his nose. Fluffy white paws, and white stripes all around his chocolate brown fur. A fluffy tail with a white tail tip, white fur comeing from his inner ear.
History: Church has been a kitty-pet since kithood and dosin't plan on giving it up. He loves where he is.
His mother was a Kitty-pet as well, but he dosin't seem to remember much about her. So as his father. As a young and curious kitten, Church meet Straber, A grumpy old cat. Straber became his first friend and Straber accepted Church as his 'appreantice' after Church nagged and follwed him around. Nothing much about his History actually.
Role-Play Example:
"Well, Hello there Straber! What can I do for you today?" Church's smooth and teasing voice said. The cat named Straber looked down from his perch on the rusty old metal fence. "Mind yer own business kid" was his reply, His voice as old and rusty as the metal fence. Church sighed and sprang on, what the twoleg called 'car' as he rememberd, neatly perching himself next to the old cat. "Ah, A nice day isin't it?" Church meowed at him, though Straber seemed to be deep in thought while stareing at the woods a few feet ahead.
Church twitched his whisker curiously. "Is something wrong, Straber?" He meowed, the other cat didn't reply.
"Straber?"
Silence...
"You old coot"
"What was that" Straber snapped out of his trance and glared at Church, tail twitching with mild annoyance. Church mocked a sheepish expression. "Oh my bad, It must have slipped my mind...." He murrmured, glancing at the woods that had taken the old grump of a cat's attention. The calico cat snorted, noticing the young cat shooting him questioned filled glances he sighed. "Church, I'm not young as I used to be" He rasped. Church stared at him, flicking his tail. "Of course you aren't, Sir" He replyed; knowing full well how Straber disliked being called old, though he didn't seem to quite understand where the Old Calico was getting at.
Straber shook his head, mirth in his sharp eyes before turning serious. "No...I'm.." He paused. "I'm going to leave soon" Straber's sharp gold eyes gave Church a sudden chill as he stood up suddenly. "What? Where? Are your Housefolks moving away? When will you come back? Why?" Straber hissed, silencing the brown and white cat. Giving him a hard penetrating stare; Straber looked away, it was hard to tell the young cat.
"No Church...I'm going to die soon..."
Straber swallowed hard, springing off the Metal Fence. For once, Church noticed how much difficulty it took Straber just to jump off in such a short hight but he didn't move, to shocked. Straber stared up at him from under the car, sadness came over his once ruff and grumpy face. "I'm sorry son..." He muttered under his breath and slowly padded away to his Housefolks Den.
Secret Word:...... >.> It's starts with an F <_<
I turned my Sample RP ito a full blown One-Shot D8 Ho Shiz.....
Made bah me
