Post by Jasper on Aug 24, 2007 20:17:03 GMT -5
- Name: Jasper
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Appearance: Jasper is a Maine Coon and domestic shorthair mix. He’s a silver tabby with a white stomach and he has a white muzzle. There is a black spot on the right side of his nose and his muzzle is white as well. He has small black tufts on his ears and his legs are white. On his left foreleg, the white stretches up to his shoulderblade, and on his right, only his paw is white. His eyes are a greenish amber.
Personality: Jasper is stand-offish, and guards whatever he believes is his with aggressiveness. He can be sweet, but he doesn’t like too much affection directed right at him. He’s a show-off, and is egotistic. He usually deludes himself into thinking that he is higher than all the other warriors, even though he isn’t in a clan. Jasper loves the water and he lives by the borders of RiverClan and WindClan.
Heritage: His mother was a showcat, a purebred Maine Coon, expensive for Twolegs, beautiful stuck-up cats who love attention. His father was a renegade RiverClan cat who force bred his mother and he was born with one other sibling who turned out to be a stillborn. The Twolegs kicked him out after he was weaned, astounded that their precious kittypet had given birth to an impure litter. He’s fended for himself since then.-
Role Play Sample:
Jasper slinked along the edge of the Horseplace, his ebony striped fur masking his presence. He was just about the dash across a portion of the lawn when a door opened, spilling light out onto the short grass. He bunched up, recoiling from the watery pool of light as if it had just burned him. He watched with narrowed eyes as the Twoleg crossed over the grass into a more unkempt area, where the horses stayed, fenced in. He snorted in disgust at the slow and awkward movements of the Twoleg and dashed across the lawn into more cover. He hated this part of the lake.
Just then, a welcoming scent wafted past his mouth, which was held slightly ajar. Mouse! he instinctively dropped into a hunter’s crouch and slid across the undergrowth as quickly and quietly like a snake. His eyes gleamed with excitement and he slinked forward, his mouth salivating. His movements slowed, and he observed the prey for quite sometime. Then, as if something had bit his tail, his sprang up and landed on the mouse, killing it with a swift bite to the throat. Smiling despite himself, he began to eat it, burying the bones before anyone else could discover his favorite hunting spot.
Custom or cannon: Custom-
Did you read the rules?: Blindkits can kick butt!
Appearance based off of my cat, Calvin... the heritage part isnt true, we actually don't even know how much Mine Coon is actually in him... Pictures:
1.i142.photobucket.com/albums/r116/needlebeak23/IMG_1245.jpg
2.i142.photobucket.com/albums/r116/needlebeak23/IMG_1151.jpg
he's really quite cute^^