Post by {.Shyler.} on Jul 24, 2008 16:12:04 GMT -5
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Name: Shy
Age: Thirty-two Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Position: Kittypet.
Short Description: Mostly white with bits of orange and black here and there.
Appearance:
Name: Shy
Age: Thirty-two Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Position: Kittypet.
Short Description: Mostly white with bits of orange and black here and there.
Appearance:
Shy, in size, is still fairly small, though she is smart. Her paws are tiny, giving her an excellent advantage of keeping them silent while shetries to hunt, but her small size is a downfall when it comes to fighting other cats.Personality:
Shy's twolegs keep her pelt nice and groomed, making sure that it's as soft as a feather. Her fur is mostly white, with bits of orange and black here and there. Due to her short fur, Shy hardly ever has to shead her fur.
Shy has vivid eyes, that shine, even in darkness. They are colored a golden amber color, like leaves during Leaf-fall. The express her personality very well. Her happiness and joy. Her eyes can never hide what she is feeling, for some reason.
Shy has a bit of a roundish head, but isn't to much different from most cats. Her face can easily hide her emotions, much unlike her eyes. When she's deep in thought, her eyes will glaze over, and she will stare off into space, a blank look on her face. This is the look that is there most of the time.
Shy has no scars, as she hardly ever has to keep others from getting into her garden, and those who do, are either not very good fighters, or they wouldn't bother with a 'kittypet'.
Shy's voice is very gentle and caring, as she herself is. Though she makes it sound firm when needed be, it is never harsh, or mean. It always has a respectful tone.
Shy gives off a kind and gentle aura, making her seem like a big push-over. Though she isn't. She stands her ground. She never comes off as rude, blunt, or mean.
Shy seems like she never runs out of energy. Like she can go on and on without stopping. Though this isn't true, she does have a lot of energy, almost as much as a young apprentice. She is fast. Shy is a very smart she-cat, and uses her wit most of the time.History:
Shy is slightly impatient. Because of her size, a large cat could easily kill her. At times, Shy can have a short fuse with those who are a threat to her, causing battles to come her way.
She is very nice toward cats, that don't prove a threat. She has no particular enemies, friends, or a crush, mate, or lover. All of her kin is currently dead, so she has no family that happens to be alive.
She believes that love is sometimes important, but she doesn't seek it out. She is afraid that if she ever becomes a mother, that she wouldn't give a good life for her kits.
Like most kittypets, Shy has no idea what StarClan is.
Two smaller Twolegs crowded around. A light ginger she-cat was laying on her side, three small kittens were suckling. The one to the left was a dark ginger, taking after the older she-cat in her looks. The one to the left was pure black, and the one in the middle was a calico. "Mommy! They're so cute!" said one Twoleg. "Yes, honey. We should name them." the older female Twoleg said. The young male kit pulled the black kit from suckling. "This one can be Darkie!" he said. The young Twoleg female took the dark ginger from the mother cat. "This one will be Sunny!" she said. The older Twoleg female slowly eased the calico from the mother. "This one will be Shyler. Shy, for short." she said. They set the kittens down, and left to go do whatever Twolegs did.IC:
They were done weaning. Sunny, Darkie, and Shy would be constantly play-fighting, earning scared and awed gasps from the younger Twolegs. A knock on the door, and two more Twolegs came inside, and looked at the kittens. They picked up Darkie, said something, and left, leaving Sunny and Shy whimpering for the loss of their only brother.
The next day, another knock was heard at the door, and only one Twoleg came in. She looked in a hurry, and she wore something the Twolegs called a 'blazer'. She quickly picked up Shy, said something, and left.
Shy grew up in a nice, big Twoleg house, keeping mostly in the garden. She had two older Twolegs, both wore 'blazers' and 'suites', and one younger Twoleg, who wore something called 'Granimals'. She lived a happy life, and still lives there now.
The night wind was harsh and unforgiving, and any creature would be crazy to be in weather like this. The air was as cold as ice, and as it blew, small pices of hard ice crashed down, stinging any skin it could find. Animal, or Twoleg.
A small sparrow swooped down into a bush, chirpping noisily. It finally found its nest, and climbed in, clearly happy that it was out of the horrible weather. It was oblivious to the vivid amber eyes glowing in the dark, and the white, orange, and black 'rock' that was stationed on the fence, right by it's bush.
This 'rock' was actually a she-cat. Her skin stung with every pice of hard water that shattered against it. Her pelt wasn't keeping her warm. She ignored all of this. Moving slowly, she was careful not to make the bell ring on her colar.
She slowly got ready to pounce when she got in range. Keeping her leaf-fall colored eyes on the sparrows nest, she jumped. Catching the bird with her forepaws, she yowled in victory, only to come crashing down on the ground, knocking the breath out of her, and causing her to let go of the bird.
"Shy!" called a little male Twoleg, with his 'Granimals' still on. He had been waiting for her, before he went to bed, as she would sleep in his sleeping nest. She gave a hybrid of a purr, and a meow and scrammbled inside, rubbing against the boys legs, quickly forgetting all about the sparrow.
