Gafa
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Gafa
Feb 4, 2009 20:53:51 GMT -5
Post by Gafa on Feb 4, 2009 20:53:51 GMT -5
- Name:
Gafa
- Gender:
Male
- Rank:
Loner
- Clan:
Loner
- Appearance:
Gafa is a smaller than average sized tom, with small white and gray paws and a very long tail. He has very long fur, but he is still smaller than most cats. His nose is a grayish white, with a tint of pink. His eyes are strikingly green, like a normal cross snowshoe's eyes. He has normal sized ears, well, normal for his size, and his face is well-proportioned. He has long claws, but his paws are so small they are sometimes sticking out on there own. Gafa has few scars, but the ones he does have usually still hurt him. He is usually well-groomed, but his fur can get easily caked with dirt and grime. The gray streaks through his normally white fur are just his own color, but they can look like smoke stains at times. Gafa has a rip on one ear from a fight. He is rather skin, as he has grown up mostly scavenging for food as he was never taught to really hunt for his own prey. His paw pads are usually scraped and stinging with dirt and rocks from his travels.
- Personality:
Gafa is a cat mature for his age. He is honest and peaceful, and does not like to fight although sometimes he has to because of the other rogue or loner and sometimes clan cats around that he's run into. He doesn't like to live out on the streets, or alone. He doesn't know how to hunt, although he desperately needs to learn, but he knows his mother will never teach him now. He misses her, even though he knows she never really felt like he was even her son at all, and when she left him she was probably happier and thought it was better off for herself. Although he does wish he knew his father, he is rather reluctant to go asking around to find him. He knows not many cats are friendly and he does not like to fight. Although he would rather live alone, than with other cats, sometimes he believes he would be better off having someone with him, but he is hesitant to really consider it. Gafa would never tell a lie. He cannot think of anything worse than talking to someone, and telling them something that isn't even true. He would tear himself apart from the guilt of lying to any living creature, even a dead rat.
Gafa does not really have any friends, although he does like to talk to someone else form time to time, as long as they are friendly. He is usually always polite, and works to control his temper, although even his patience can fail him. He is amazingly stubborn when it comes doing something he doesn't believe is right. Doing something wrong is as bad as telling a lie, in his opinion. He has heard of the clans that have moved into the forest near the edge of the twoleg place, and he has seen them often prowling through the undergrowth, although he is always too nervous or fearful to go near them, expecting them to be mean like many of the others. He has often tried to hunt although it frustrates him to know that he will probably never make his own kill, although his claws long to sink into warm flesh, rather than that of a creature already killed. He doesn't like scavenging. He doesn't feel like a cat at all, and instead he feels like a raven, or a crow, scavenging off of the dead carcasses of once living creatures. It makes him feel sick to realize how low he is.
Although he has no cat that he really belongs to, he does have some sense of loyalty to others, as he would never let another cat suffer or starve without trying to help them first. He would never leave a cat behind, and he has a soft spot for kits. He loves kits. He thinks they are so cute, and young and innocent. He always feels love to them, even kits he had never seen or noticed before. He can be a bit cowardly around other cats, and he likes to stay away from them. He would like to talk sometimes, but most cats are cold and hostile. He likes to be polite, and to be nice. When another cat is rude he does not like it.
- Heritage:
Loner
- Role Play Sample:
The sun sunk below the distant horizon as the small white tom padded out from the gorse, his fur ruffled, his body tense, his eyes gleaming in the shadows. The wind was fierce, the icy chill of it blowing into his eyes, making them water, and yet still, there was more room for an even more powerful breeze to shake the earth. The tom stopped at the edge of the clearing, his tail tense, his ears pricked, and his fur bristling nervously as he tasted the air. The tension in the air crackled like thunder in the sky, although today, it was clear and was sunny earlier.
That didn't matter though; not to him. His pelt clung to his body, and he could feel hungry rumbling in his stomach. Gafa crouched close to the ground as the heavy wind blew the smell of mouse over to him. He tensed his muscles, his claws digging into the soil beneath his paws and he got ready to hunt. But as he tried to copy what he had seen another cat doing, he knew he was hunting wrong. His weight seemed to much, and as he stepped forward the ground creaked beneath his paws and he flinched. He hardly was more than a kit, with his fur so thin, his skin clinging to his bones. The mouse was gone in half a heartbeat. He sat up, his ears flat with annoyance and his tail lashing. You mouse-brained fool! He spat to himself in his head!
- Custom or cannon:
...Custom
- Did you read the rules?:
NO CROWFOOD!]
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Gafa
Feb 5, 2009 16:44:25 GMT -5
Post by hawkstar on Feb 5, 2009 16:44:25 GMT -5
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