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Post by Spottedheart on Aug 23, 2007 12:51:33 GMT -5
- Name: Roadkill
- Gender: tom
- Rank: none
- Alliance: Loner
- Appearance:
Roadkill is a scrabby white cornish rex with tan splotches. He has one large yellow eye, and the other is a faint gray and swollen (possibly blind). His nose is brown and scared up, and he has no whiskers. He only has three teeth, although one is chiped up and there's hardly anything left of it. His claws are all snagged and his tail tip has been bitten off, same with his left ear. His fur is tangled in knots, dead bugs and twoleg rubbish from the Thunderpath. He is scared from many injurys, and he looks like a skeleton because he's so boney.
- Personality:
Although he can be sweet, Roadkill is verry rough, and is hard to understand. He doesn't have much of a memory, so he's always asking the same questions. He's really confused, because he thinks he's an abandoned spy... (read my extra history at the bottom of the bio) He trys to attack anything he thinks is evil, alive or not. Roadkill is afraid of nothing, which can be bad in some cases because he almost kills himself. He can be cranky and sarcastic, but he still has a lot of potential love that he's never shown. Give him a chance and he'll let it out.
- Heritage: Kittypet; although he's a loner now.
- Role Play Sample:
Roadkill was rolling in the road, the hot tar snagging his fur. "Are you great or what!" He hissed at a leaf, falling from an oak tree beside the highway. He rolled himself up to his paws, and he jumped out to the leaf, catching it in his snagged claw. He lannded hard on his side, the road pressed into his pelt. Dazzed, he flailed his limbs, trying to focus on the leaf. "STOP moving EDWARD!" He yowled with confusion. A car rummbled by. "Wait up!" Roadkill yowled, forgetting about the leaf. He ran as fast as he could towrds the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a squirel clinging onto a tree root. Forgetting the car, he ran off the road and into the grass. He crowched below the root, then pounced. He caught the squirel just in time in his claws. Quickly, he bit his prey's neck and it fell limp. "Purfect Roady!" He muttered to himself through his fresh-kill in his mouth. "The boss will be happy know! This can feed the whole pound!" He jumped into a run down a stream, leading to WindClan territory. Roadkill really had no idea where he was, or where he was going.
- Custom or cannon:
CUSTOM!
- Did you read the rules?: Blind kit's kick major booty!
~EXTRA HISTORY: Roadkill was born as a kitty-pet, but his name was Rufuss. Everyday he'd leave his twoleg-nest to sit by the road (Thunderpath) and wait for his owner to come back from work at sunhigh. Well at 7 moons old, his owner was really late coming home, so he decided to go out looking for her. He padded up the road and kept going until he was tired. He curled up in the middle of the road and fell asleep on the hot pavement. Rufuss became a stray. He was attracted to the road, and rolled around in it's heat. He got hit a few times, but he still lived, waiting for his owner.
One day he got knocked out by a truck, and he lost all of his memory. xP He was found on the side of the road by twolegs, and they took him to the pound, where he woke up. At the pound, all of the cats were in one cage, and they all said that they were all in a "gang". They also said that they were at war with the twolegs, trying to escape and go into the wild. Roadkill was the chosen cat to be a spy, because his head was small enough to fit through the wired cage. (So Roadkill basicly thought that he was an un-named cat born in a pound as a spy.) During his job as a spy, he got lost, finding himself outside in "the wild". Suddenly he remembered being on the road. He ran to it with happiness and rolled around on the hot pavement. But, unfortunatly, he forgot that the road was home to the monters. He got hit, and was limp on the ground. At the time two she-cat kittypets were walking along the road. When they saw the tom laying limp on the road, they yowled "ROADKILL!" And turned tail-high, running back home. That's how Roadkill got his name. Now he roams the Clan territories as he pleases, not knowing where he his or what he's supposed to do as a "spy".
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Post by Bramblestar on Aug 25, 2007 8:05:25 GMT -5
accepted
tehe, i like the name
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