Post by Robinfur on Sept 11, 2007 23:42:25 GMT -5
Name: Robinfur
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Description: Robinfur, rather like the thing he is named after, has a small orange blossom beneath his chin, but the rest of his body is grey-black. His eyes are amber, and his tail is shorter than most normal cats, owing to a fight with a badger one night.
Short Description: N/A
Personality: Robinfur is quiet in public, but likes to talk to himself when he's alone. Though he's quiet, what he really longs for is company, while roaming the lonely freelands. When provoked, he has a bit of temper, but he will be loyal if you're a friend. Sadly, his tendency to defend family to the death is what makes him so cold in public. He hates kittypets and rogues, viewing the first as stupid and the second as brutal.
History: The very first thing Robinfur can remember, when he chooses to look back, is waking up in Pine Clearing. He didn't know who or where his family was, or what his clan was. All he knew was that he was alone and that the rogues avoided him. And that's how it's been ever since then. He played at the Clan names, calling himself first Robinkit, then Robinpaw, and finally Robinfur. When he was young, he was caught by a Twoleg while rummaging around in the garbage cans. He was locked up inside one of those Twoleg dwellings for a while, but managed to escape when they let him out. He has been stuck with the memory forever.
Role Playing Example: Robinfur was in Kittypet Territory. He knew it was dangerous, because of the stinking Twolegs, but he was hungry, and it was no-leaf. He was looking through the Garbage Cans, when suddenly a huge thumping noise made him jump. A large monster had backed up to the alleyway. Robinfur jumped from the can and scampered toward the forest, but too late. A Twoleg's greasy hands gripped him from behind. Yowling, the loner bit down, hard on the Twoleg's wrist. The creature howled in pain and let go of him. Robinfur got out of there quick.
He might find food elsewhere....
Crush: None.
Other:[/blockquote] Nothing really...
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Description: Robinfur, rather like the thing he is named after, has a small orange blossom beneath his chin, but the rest of his body is grey-black. His eyes are amber, and his tail is shorter than most normal cats, owing to a fight with a badger one night.
Short Description: N/A
Personality: Robinfur is quiet in public, but likes to talk to himself when he's alone. Though he's quiet, what he really longs for is company, while roaming the lonely freelands. When provoked, he has a bit of temper, but he will be loyal if you're a friend. Sadly, his tendency to defend family to the death is what makes him so cold in public. He hates kittypets and rogues, viewing the first as stupid and the second as brutal.
History: The very first thing Robinfur can remember, when he chooses to look back, is waking up in Pine Clearing. He didn't know who or where his family was, or what his clan was. All he knew was that he was alone and that the rogues avoided him. And that's how it's been ever since then. He played at the Clan names, calling himself first Robinkit, then Robinpaw, and finally Robinfur. When he was young, he was caught by a Twoleg while rummaging around in the garbage cans. He was locked up inside one of those Twoleg dwellings for a while, but managed to escape when they let him out. He has been stuck with the memory forever.
Role Playing Example: Robinfur was in Kittypet Territory. He knew it was dangerous, because of the stinking Twolegs, but he was hungry, and it was no-leaf. He was looking through the Garbage Cans, when suddenly a huge thumping noise made him jump. A large monster had backed up to the alleyway. Robinfur jumped from the can and scampered toward the forest, but too late. A Twoleg's greasy hands gripped him from behind. Yowling, the loner bit down, hard on the Twoleg's wrist. The creature howled in pain and let go of him. Robinfur got out of there quick.
He might find food elsewhere....
Crush: None.
Other:[/blockquote] Nothing really...
