Post by pine on Jun 29, 2008 10:09:31 GMT -5
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Name : Cankle
Gender : Tom
Age : 60 moons
Clan : Loner
Rank : Would-Be Elder
Description :
If there's one thing Cankle isn't, it's pretty. His pelt was once sleek, brown tabby in color. Now, it's patchy, falling out in most places, as well as turning grey around the muzzle and ears. He's riddled with fleas, ticks, and mites, and often bleeding from scratching at them. He's missing quite a few of his teeth, and has awful breath. He's covered in old scars.
Cankle is quite a large cat (though with small white paws), and in his youth he was as muscular as a race horse. Now, however, he's skinny and can barely carry a squirrel over a distance. Cankle is constantly complaining to anyone, even the air, about his aching joints and how all the young whippersnappers are disrespectful to their elders. He's rather deaf and blind in one green eye, so he doesn't really see or hear their indignant replies as well as they hear his yelling.
Personality :
Cankle may be old and weak, but his tongue is easily sharp enough to make kits cry - if his face doesn't do it. He's constantly complaining about something, and rarely has anything nice to say about anyone. In spite of this, he has no problem accepting prey caught by someone else. When he eats he gives the impression of a bottomless pit - he'll gorge on pretty much anything.
Cankle likes arguing about everything. He thinks he's much smarter and stronger than he actually is, and will try to engage anyone in a squabble, and when he loses will come up with an excuse to as why he lost. He doesn't care about borders with clan cats because most wouldn't attack "a poor, old cat living on their own". Given te chance, he'll go off on a tangent and give a full and very detailed account of his life's story.
History :
A long, long time ago, Cankle was born at the edge of a twolegplace. His mother, Lily, named him Bob for his kittypet father, King Bob. A few moons later, as he was poking around in trash cans for food, a twoleg caught him by surprise and grabbed him. Bob was young and cute, and the twoleg took him home to its family. The twoleg's kits named him Cankle because of his small paws. Cankle became the much beloved family pet, and was happy to live the life of a kittypet.
Their came a day when Cankle's family went out in their car and didn't come back. Cankle was shut in their nest, and wandered around crying for them to come home. They didn't, but a few days later different twolegs did. They began taking all of Cankle's stuff and packing it up in trucks. Cankle hid under a bed until one tried to pry him out, but instead of letting himself be caught he made a break for the door that had been left open. He squeezed out between a twoleg's legs and ran for it.
For a few days Cankle wandered around the Twolegplace looking for his housefolk, but there were too many people and buildings for him to look everywhere. He became a loner again, and scavenged out of people's trash for food like he had as a kit. There were many, many cats living with him, and the twolegs decided to start a TNR program. Cankle wasn't going to the cutter, so he left the Twolegplace and wandered north.
Relationships :
Mother: Lily - ginger and white she-cat with green eyes
Father: King Bob - large black tom with only one yellow eye - kittypet
Role-Play : don't have to
Motto/Themesong : "Back in my day, [place rant here]"
Name : Cankle
Gender : Tom
Age : 60 moons
Clan : Loner
Rank : Would-Be Elder
Description :
If there's one thing Cankle isn't, it's pretty. His pelt was once sleek, brown tabby in color. Now, it's patchy, falling out in most places, as well as turning grey around the muzzle and ears. He's riddled with fleas, ticks, and mites, and often bleeding from scratching at them. He's missing quite a few of his teeth, and has awful breath. He's covered in old scars.
Cankle is quite a large cat (though with small white paws), and in his youth he was as muscular as a race horse. Now, however, he's skinny and can barely carry a squirrel over a distance. Cankle is constantly complaining to anyone, even the air, about his aching joints and how all the young whippersnappers are disrespectful to their elders. He's rather deaf and blind in one green eye, so he doesn't really see or hear their indignant replies as well as they hear his yelling.
Personality :
Cankle may be old and weak, but his tongue is easily sharp enough to make kits cry - if his face doesn't do it. He's constantly complaining about something, and rarely has anything nice to say about anyone. In spite of this, he has no problem accepting prey caught by someone else. When he eats he gives the impression of a bottomless pit - he'll gorge on pretty much anything.
Cankle likes arguing about everything. He thinks he's much smarter and stronger than he actually is, and will try to engage anyone in a squabble, and when he loses will come up with an excuse to as why he lost. He doesn't care about borders with clan cats because most wouldn't attack "a poor, old cat living on their own". Given te chance, he'll go off on a tangent and give a full and very detailed account of his life's story.
History :
A long, long time ago, Cankle was born at the edge of a twolegplace. His mother, Lily, named him Bob for his kittypet father, King Bob. A few moons later, as he was poking around in trash cans for food, a twoleg caught him by surprise and grabbed him. Bob was young and cute, and the twoleg took him home to its family. The twoleg's kits named him Cankle because of his small paws. Cankle became the much beloved family pet, and was happy to live the life of a kittypet.
Their came a day when Cankle's family went out in their car and didn't come back. Cankle was shut in their nest, and wandered around crying for them to come home. They didn't, but a few days later different twolegs did. They began taking all of Cankle's stuff and packing it up in trucks. Cankle hid under a bed until one tried to pry him out, but instead of letting himself be caught he made a break for the door that had been left open. He squeezed out between a twoleg's legs and ran for it.
For a few days Cankle wandered around the Twolegplace looking for his housefolk, but there were too many people and buildings for him to look everywhere. He became a loner again, and scavenged out of people's trash for food like he had as a kit. There were many, many cats living with him, and the twolegs decided to start a TNR program. Cankle wasn't going to the cutter, so he left the Twolegplace and wandered north.
Relationships :
Mother: Lily - ginger and white she-cat with green eyes
Father: King Bob - large black tom with only one yellow eye - kittypet
Role-Play : don't have to
Motto/Themesong : "Back in my day, [place rant here]"
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