Post by chicgeek on Oct 18, 2015 13:40:25 GMT -6
Name: {Please check the Name Registry to see what names are already taken!}
Lady Chantilly Isla
Age: 4 years old
Birth Season:
Winter
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual (Straight)
Genetics: 'oo/Bb/Dd/dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/AA/----/ll/mkmk/cb' [SpSp]
Breed: Ragdoll
Size: Small and Lanky
Eye color:
Winter blue
Coat color:
Brown Point -- Tabby with White
Coat length:
Long
Markings: Sable with cream underbelly
Distinct features: {List anything special or unique}
Her tail is irregularly 'fluffy' and can easily get caught on anything
Personality:
Chantilly is usually a loner. She does not mind chatting with another cat or two, but she spends her days alone in the woods, hunting mice, lizards, and the occasional fish. Climbing trees and exploring abandoned ground nests are among her usual activities. She is quite flirtatious and alluring when it boils down to mating season, usually highly seductive and affectionate. Once she becomes impregnated, she will slink away into the shadows of the woods, her familiar home, where she will birth,teach, and raise her kittens. Usually, the father may never know about his kittens. And she prefers it that way.
History:
A winter's morning, the air crisp and cold, a joyous time for human children, and a deadly welcoming into the world for a newborn kitten. Completely wet with eyes closed and no defense, the litter of kittens were quite the sitting ducks. As the wind howled and shook the remaining leaves of the trees from their thin branches, the mother cat groomed and licked her young, keeping them warm and safe in their cozy nest, a quaint hole in the ground, about two feet under the snow-blanketed surface above. As the day wore on, the litter of six whined and had their first meals, yawned and had their first naps, and squirmed and wriggled as they huddled together for warmth.
The kittens had grown over their first year. They got to see their first spring, days filled with golden sunshine and rolling hills of warm green and bright yellow flowers to play tag through. And while all the other kittens played together, Chantilly stayed to herself. She took to climbing the oak tree mother had warned her of. She batted at the fish in the pond and rummaged through the thick bushes and fern fields, waving her tail back and forth as she bounded along, inhaling the warm, refreshing air of summertime.
As the days rolled on, the time when the kittens went off on their own was drawing quickly near.
It was not easy becoming an adult and going off into the big world all alone. But not for Chantilly. While the other kittens insisted on staying in the familiar den with free meals, Chantilly gladly took the the woods, around the babbling creek, through the fern fields, and onto unclaimed territory.
She made herself quite at home, exploring her new home site and settling on an ancient oak to take up real-estate in one of its many hollows. The one she chose had been quite far up, away from the dangers of the ground. Her first few night of freedom were quite lovely. She hadn't ran into any siblings, as she was almost certain that they hadn't ventured more than a tail's length from home. She let out a sigh and spruced up her new home, getting rid of twigs and dust and replacing it with straw, pine needles, loose timothy hay from the pastures, and bird feathers that littered the ground. Once satisfied, she curled up and drifted off into a dreamless sleep as the moon hid behind the clouds.
@echo
Photo Credit:Chanan 2006
