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Name: Swindler
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She cat
Special Traits: -Speed, Qualities of Tooth and Claw (sharpness, size), Recovery Rate, Enhanced Sensory Organs (smell, taste, sight... etc)
Description: Take me for what i am Startling blue eyes stare out from a dark chocolate brown face. They typical tabby M is faded against her forehead and her nose is a light ta color thtat is matched to her stripes and swirls along her body. Under her eyes the chocolate brown wraps around her eyes like a mask disrupted now and then with the tan, sandy color. Large ears stand atop her head tall and wide, large for her elegant head, and with small tufts of lynx like fur on the tips. Her legs are covered in rings,of dark brown and light sandy tan, but from the tips of her paws up to her elbows and knees were the brightest silver, ringed with the dark and light brown. Her claws, large and black as night, stick put from their sheaths over the tops of her paws and her teeth hang far over her lips like a vampires. Her tail, is as thick as her legs, and almost as strong. Her Sense of hearing and smell and therefore taste are heightened by the sharp needles that were placed in her mother before she was born. She didn't' remember of course, but she had been told. Her Strength was beyond that of any cat twice her age, and she was still gaining, growing, getting stronger, she was already the size of a full grow normal cat, but she was on the smaller side of her small group of 'friends'. She was large and strong, and her speed was unmatched within her sector of the lab. The white coats were always testing her.
Personality: She is self centered, and highly opinionated. She doesn't let anyone stand in her way, and she gets what she want's when she wants it. She is a manipulator and uses her body and her wit to get what she wants. She is strong willed and has a terrible temper. this probably comes from the praise of the white coats. She is one of the few well treated cats in the lab, and she is not ashamed to use that knowledge to get what she wants from others. She has a heart for herself and for no one else. The relationships she enters are merely to benefit her, and for no other reason, she is the epitome of a 'mean girl' and she knows it. She does have some close friends though, and those she does have she is fiercely protective of them. She is high and mighty and has no regrets. She is not afraid to hurt someone else to get what she wants but is a big grudge holder if some one hurts her.
History: Her mother was born into the soft life of a kitty pet, but she wasn't really cared for. She was one of thirty in that home, so she was kind of wild in a sense. She was a fine elegant Norwegian Forest Cat, and was very full of herself by 6 moons old (as is her daughter now). Men came though, rough men, with traps and long sticks and they took away all of the cats in the home, my mother hid there for three days, and was only caught when she got so hungry she wandered into their traps. She was the last. She tells the story, that she was terrified in that trap, her fur matted, her paw pads bleeding from the metal bars, they didn't come for her for another 3 days, when the white coats found her, they tore her from the trap their thoughts were that she was dead, but she kicked up a storm and they took her in. Allowed her to recuperate for a moon, and then when she was back to where she should be, they made her pregnant. She had never been with a tom, and she knew it, but she had babies growing within her. She was 7 moons old. When she had the kits, they were beautiful, and she fell in love immediately. This is where Swindler comes into the mix. Swindler was the youngest and only female. She was also the strongest, fastest and smartest of all the kits. the white coats kept her close to them, and her mother, Jasmine, was proud of her. She trusted the white coats, they fed her, kept her safe, and let her get out when she wanted.
Swindler didn't know what they wanted in her, but they took her out daily, and attached things to her, and let her chase a colorful mouse on a moving path, which didn't bother her as long as she got the thing in the end. They would give it to her for a bit and then take it away. but by the time it was away, she wasn't out of breath, and had fully recovered from her racing. one day, she was sitting waiting to get back to the moving path, around the age of 3 moons, and heard her mothers painful yowl. She stood and raced toward her mother room, and saw a white coat standing over her cage, with one of those long claw's in his hands. Swindler paused and waited for the white coat the scratch something on his board in front of him and walk away. She leapt up to her mother to see her writhing in pain in the back corner of the cage. "What is wrong with you?" She asked her body moving to a siting position. She didn't see her siblings but she figured they were out training like her. Her mother didn't answer for a moment, and then through gasps, she calmed herself and spoke. "Pain...the long claws...bring pain....but I'll be fine." She said and sat up leaning over her water and drinking deeply. When she looked up Swindler was gone, and that was fine. she didn't need to know...didn't need to see what was happening to her mother. She felt the heat rise up in her again and she growled deeply and sank to her bed to sleep.
Another moon passed, our young she-cat, was making brilliant progress, and she was moved to her own cage, given special treatment, and met new cats like her, strong, fast, smart, sensitive. She knew there was something coming though. Something big, but she knew she was ready. A white coat came in one day, and she knew he was there for her. He took her to a room, white of course, but with many people. He spoke a few words holding her up and gesturing. She didn't mind, she liked the attention. He placed her down, in a large covered cage with wooden floor. Instantly her siblings scent washed over her, but the smell of blood was stronger, and she let it saturate her being. She knew what this test was. She sat, waiting patiently for them to put whatever it was they wanted her to kill into the cage. She figured that her siblings had been here before, that's the smell she smelled. Something was different though, and she knew it, but she also knew she would never disappoint the white coats. They were the ones who cared for her, and she would do what they wanted. Finally she stood as the seemed angry, but she wouldn't dance on egg shells for him, She looked at him and spoke, "You look like crap al." He was obviously already pissed, and this didn't help. He charged at her, but she was too fast. She beat him quickly, his body falling to her mighty claws, teeth, speed, and strength. Dead. She smirked and looked up at the white coat. His face was bright, and strong. Others, were shocked, she hadn't the faintest idea it had only been a few minutes since she was placed in here.
She turned as the cage opened again, and her other brother, Shamrock, was placed inside. He seemed different too, but in a different ways. He seemed bigger (he had been given growth hormones) but he was to slow. She killed him in less time than Al had fallen before her. Again she looked up at the white coat and he nodded a smile on his face. She turned again and her mother was placed in the cage. Rage filled and different. She was strong, and filled with rage. (steroids were her cause). Swindler hated this more than anything, but she would protect herself. Her mother charged, leaping and foaming at the mouth. She dodged, weaved and attacked. it was longer, and she actually sustained a few cuts, but she was fast recovering when her mother fell to her paws dead. She was lifted from the box, and by the time she was back in her cage she was ready for another training session.
Now she is six moons, her body is still growing and her strength was still increasing. She was smart and strong, and she was getting better.
Relationships:
Mother-Jasmine-Deceased
Brother-Aladdin-Deceased
Brother-Shamrock-Deceased
Motto/Themesong: Take me for what I am (take me or leave me Rent)
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She cat
Special Traits: -Speed, Qualities of Tooth and Claw (sharpness, size), Recovery Rate, Enhanced Sensory Organs (smell, taste, sight... etc)
Description: Take me for what i am Startling blue eyes stare out from a dark chocolate brown face. They typical tabby M is faded against her forehead and her nose is a light ta color thtat is matched to her stripes and swirls along her body. Under her eyes the chocolate brown wraps around her eyes like a mask disrupted now and then with the tan, sandy color. Large ears stand atop her head tall and wide, large for her elegant head, and with small tufts of lynx like fur on the tips. Her legs are covered in rings,of dark brown and light sandy tan, but from the tips of her paws up to her elbows and knees were the brightest silver, ringed with the dark and light brown. Her claws, large and black as night, stick put from their sheaths over the tops of her paws and her teeth hang far over her lips like a vampires. Her tail, is as thick as her legs, and almost as strong. Her Sense of hearing and smell and therefore taste are heightened by the sharp needles that were placed in her mother before she was born. She didn't' remember of course, but she had been told. Her Strength was beyond that of any cat twice her age, and she was still gaining, growing, getting stronger, she was already the size of a full grow normal cat, but she was on the smaller side of her small group of 'friends'. She was large and strong, and her speed was unmatched within her sector of the lab. The white coats were always testing her.
Personality: She is self centered, and highly opinionated. She doesn't let anyone stand in her way, and she gets what she want's when she wants it. She is a manipulator and uses her body and her wit to get what she wants. She is strong willed and has a terrible temper. this probably comes from the praise of the white coats. She is one of the few well treated cats in the lab, and she is not ashamed to use that knowledge to get what she wants from others. She has a heart for herself and for no one else. The relationships she enters are merely to benefit her, and for no other reason, she is the epitome of a 'mean girl' and she knows it. She does have some close friends though, and those she does have she is fiercely protective of them. She is high and mighty and has no regrets. She is not afraid to hurt someone else to get what she wants but is a big grudge holder if some one hurts her.
History: Her mother was born into the soft life of a kitty pet, but she wasn't really cared for. She was one of thirty in that home, so she was kind of wild in a sense. She was a fine elegant Norwegian Forest Cat, and was very full of herself by 6 moons old (as is her daughter now). Men came though, rough men, with traps and long sticks and they took away all of the cats in the home, my mother hid there for three days, and was only caught when she got so hungry she wandered into their traps. She was the last. She tells the story, that she was terrified in that trap, her fur matted, her paw pads bleeding from the metal bars, they didn't come for her for another 3 days, when the white coats found her, they tore her from the trap their thoughts were that she was dead, but she kicked up a storm and they took her in. Allowed her to recuperate for a moon, and then when she was back to where she should be, they made her pregnant. She had never been with a tom, and she knew it, but she had babies growing within her. She was 7 moons old. When she had the kits, they were beautiful, and she fell in love immediately. This is where Swindler comes into the mix. Swindler was the youngest and only female. She was also the strongest, fastest and smartest of all the kits. the white coats kept her close to them, and her mother, Jasmine, was proud of her. She trusted the white coats, they fed her, kept her safe, and let her get out when she wanted.
Swindler didn't know what they wanted in her, but they took her out daily, and attached things to her, and let her chase a colorful mouse on a moving path, which didn't bother her as long as she got the thing in the end. They would give it to her for a bit and then take it away. but by the time it was away, she wasn't out of breath, and had fully recovered from her racing. one day, she was sitting waiting to get back to the moving path, around the age of 3 moons, and heard her mothers painful yowl. She stood and raced toward her mother room, and saw a white coat standing over her cage, with one of those long claw's in his hands. Swindler paused and waited for the white coat the scratch something on his board in front of him and walk away. She leapt up to her mother to see her writhing in pain in the back corner of the cage. "What is wrong with you?" She asked her body moving to a siting position. She didn't see her siblings but she figured they were out training like her. Her mother didn't answer for a moment, and then through gasps, she calmed herself and spoke. "Pain...the long claws...bring pain....but I'll be fine." She said and sat up leaning over her water and drinking deeply. When she looked up Swindler was gone, and that was fine. she didn't need to know...didn't need to see what was happening to her mother. She felt the heat rise up in her again and she growled deeply and sank to her bed to sleep.
Another moon passed, our young she-cat, was making brilliant progress, and she was moved to her own cage, given special treatment, and met new cats like her, strong, fast, smart, sensitive. She knew there was something coming though. Something big, but she knew she was ready. A white coat came in one day, and she knew he was there for her. He took her to a room, white of course, but with many people. He spoke a few words holding her up and gesturing. She didn't mind, she liked the attention. He placed her down, in a large covered cage with wooden floor. Instantly her siblings scent washed over her, but the smell of blood was stronger, and she let it saturate her being. She knew what this test was. She sat, waiting patiently for them to put whatever it was they wanted her to kill into the cage. She figured that her siblings had been here before, that's the smell she smelled. Something was different though, and she knew it, but she also knew she would never disappoint the white coats. They were the ones who cared for her, and she would do what they wanted. Finally she stood as the seemed angry, but she wouldn't dance on egg shells for him, She looked at him and spoke, "You look like crap al." He was obviously already pissed, and this didn't help. He charged at her, but she was too fast. She beat him quickly, his body falling to her mighty claws, teeth, speed, and strength. Dead. She smirked and looked up at the white coat. His face was bright, and strong. Others, were shocked, she hadn't the faintest idea it had only been a few minutes since she was placed in here.
She turned as the cage opened again, and her other brother, Shamrock, was placed inside. He seemed different too, but in a different ways. He seemed bigger (he had been given growth hormones) but he was to slow. She killed him in less time than Al had fallen before her. Again she looked up at the white coat and he nodded a smile on his face. She turned again and her mother was placed in the cage. Rage filled and different. She was strong, and filled with rage. (steroids were her cause). Swindler hated this more than anything, but she would protect herself. Her mother charged, leaping and foaming at the mouth. She dodged, weaved and attacked. it was longer, and she actually sustained a few cuts, but she was fast recovering when her mother fell to her paws dead. She was lifted from the box, and by the time she was back in her cage she was ready for another training session.
Now she is six moons, her body is still growing and her strength was still increasing. She was smart and strong, and she was getting better.
Relationships:
Mother-Jasmine-Deceased
Brother-Aladdin-Deceased
Brother-Shamrock-Deceased
Motto/Themesong: Take me for what I am (take me or leave me Rent)