Post by November on May 15, 2016 8:15:41 GMT -6
Name: November
Age: 2
Birth Season: Winter,November (hence her name)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Genetics: o/bb/Dd/dmdm/ii/Ss/CC/ww/AA/McMc/ll/mkmk
Breed: American Shorthair x Chausie
Size: Medium and Stocky
Eye color: Pale Green, Walnut shaped
Coat color: Caramel
Coat length: Medium length,thick
Markings: Brown Mackerel Tabby with White
Distinct features: From above her markings look like a fish skeleton
Personality: Upon first meeting November you won't find her submissive ,since she doesn't think that she has to put up with anything or anyone.She also has a strong sense of right and wrong.But don't mistake me she actually doesn't get annoyed easily and will tolerate quite a bit before becoming snappy.She will also generally avoid fighting.A hurt cat is as good as a dead one ,this was the first rule she learned when coming to the farm.Hurt cats couldn't hunt and slowed the other cats down so the other cats usually just left them to die.The first time November saw this she was shocked and angry at the other cats but gradually she grew to understand why.Though that doesn't mean she is happy with how things are done.
The time fending for herself as a loner has left it's mark and she can be quite defensive of her food and isn't the kind of cat with the 'fight till the end' attitude.To make it simple she will fight for you and be on your side if she thinks you will win.When tables turn she try to change sides or at least get out of the fight.
Unlike most cats she doesn't fear or hate humans,instead she has a kind of grudging respect for them.This might be because she was saved by them two times and even befriended the second one.Of course she understands that not all cats think the same way and she doesn't delude herself that all humans are nice-on the contrary she has seen the destruction that they can cause.
She hates lying.This might seem weird at first considering her past,it's just that she is so good at it.She can fool anyone and will always have a spontaneously lie ready.But if you lie to often people start mistrusting you and worse lie too and you will think that your lie is reality.That's why she tries to be as truthful as she can.Avoiding the truth doesn't count as lying..right?It is difficult for her but the easy way isn't always the right way.
Dislikes: fighting,lying,having to be submissive
Likes: humans (sort of),freedom
History: November's mother was the member of a small clan that lived in a dense forest to the north.It hadn't always been small,once it had been strong but that was long ago.Now it was slowly dieing,as there were few queens and over the years most strong males had left the clan in search of bigger stronger ones to join.
So it was to no surprise that they didn't stand a chance when a rivalling clan ,that had been wanting to expand its territory for some time now, attacked them during the middle of the night. November's mother saw that the fight was futile so the wounded cat fled to save the lives of her kittens.She sought shelter in the city but food was scares and a wounded mother cannot care for her kittens in such a place.November's sister,the runt of the litter died the second night and it wasn't long before November and her too brothers became sickly too.
For better or worse a human found them in an ally and took them to an animal shelter,there they were taken care of and November and one of her brother managed to survive.But nothing the humans could do could save their mother.At first she became distant than she refused to eat.The last days were the worsed when she didn't even get up and lay there staring at the wall,ignoring her kittens as they cried for her love and warmth.
Maybe her wounds had gotten the better of her, but November later on thought that her mother just couldn't bare the thought of cats dieing because she hadn't helped.Her mate dieing as he saw her run away.
When they were given out for adoption the lady that had rescued them then brought them to the shelter and sponsored them when they needed medicine almost instantly adopted her handsome brother.Perhaps she would have taken November too but she could only adopt one cat,since she already had two.
It was long for somebody adopt November.She was even returned to the shelter once after she broke a vase.At last one of shelters employees gave her away to a relative who was a farmer.He owned a big farm with mostly pigs but also some cows and a horse.It wasn't an industrial farm ,no rather the kind of traditionel farm that you expect in the country.
November fared well there and grew up healthy ,if somewhat on the lean side.The farmer was an old man that talked a lot to his cats.He never took them inside or picked them up but talked to them like they were humans.November respected him in a quiet sort of way.Though she didn't now what his words meant she new he spoke only kindly to her.Often she would find herself watching him work or sit a little way of when he toke a break to eat something.
In the evenings she and sometimes a few other cats would sit with him outside and listen as he talked to her as if she understood.In turn the farmer would feed her his rests sometimes and put an old blanked in the barn during the winter.
But in the end she left.Despite all his kindness she was deep down inside still clan born.You could say that the wild was calling her.
It was early spring when she walked away one morning.The farmer waited long for her that day.The following week he put out food for her and left the blanked in the rafters despite the warm weather.But she didn't come back and eventually he gave up.
November flourished in the wild,food might be scarcer here than on the farm but here she free,truly free.
Tag the Staff: Echo-Doodle , Tera , Alicefox
Age: 2
Birth Season: Winter,November (hence her name)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Genetics: o/bb/Dd/dmdm/ii/Ss/CC/ww/AA/McMc/ll/mkmk
Breed: American Shorthair x Chausie
Size: Medium and Stocky
Eye color: Pale Green, Walnut shaped
Coat color: Caramel
Coat length: Medium length,thick
Markings: Brown Mackerel Tabby with White
Distinct features: From above her markings look like a fish skeleton
Personality: Upon first meeting November you won't find her submissive ,since she doesn't think that she has to put up with anything or anyone.She also has a strong sense of right and wrong.But don't mistake me she actually doesn't get annoyed easily and will tolerate quite a bit before becoming snappy.She will also generally avoid fighting.A hurt cat is as good as a dead one ,this was the first rule she learned when coming to the farm.Hurt cats couldn't hunt and slowed the other cats down so the other cats usually just left them to die.The first time November saw this she was shocked and angry at the other cats but gradually she grew to understand why.Though that doesn't mean she is happy with how things are done.
The time fending for herself as a loner has left it's mark and she can be quite defensive of her food and isn't the kind of cat with the 'fight till the end' attitude.To make it simple she will fight for you and be on your side if she thinks you will win.When tables turn she try to change sides or at least get out of the fight.
Unlike most cats she doesn't fear or hate humans,instead she has a kind of grudging respect for them.This might be because she was saved by them two times and even befriended the second one.Of course she understands that not all cats think the same way and she doesn't delude herself that all humans are nice-on the contrary she has seen the destruction that they can cause.
She hates lying.This might seem weird at first considering her past,it's just that she is so good at it.She can fool anyone and will always have a spontaneously lie ready.But if you lie to often people start mistrusting you and worse lie too and you will think that your lie is reality.That's why she tries to be as truthful as she can.Avoiding the truth doesn't count as lying..right?It is difficult for her but the easy way isn't always the right way.
Dislikes: fighting,lying,having to be submissive
Likes: humans (sort of),freedom
History: November's mother was the member of a small clan that lived in a dense forest to the north.It hadn't always been small,once it had been strong but that was long ago.Now it was slowly dieing,as there were few queens and over the years most strong males had left the clan in search of bigger stronger ones to join.
So it was to no surprise that they didn't stand a chance when a rivalling clan ,that had been wanting to expand its territory for some time now, attacked them during the middle of the night. November's mother saw that the fight was futile so the wounded cat fled to save the lives of her kittens.She sought shelter in the city but food was scares and a wounded mother cannot care for her kittens in such a place.November's sister,the runt of the litter died the second night and it wasn't long before November and her too brothers became sickly too.
For better or worse a human found them in an ally and took them to an animal shelter,there they were taken care of and November and one of her brother managed to survive.But nothing the humans could do could save their mother.At first she became distant than she refused to eat.The last days were the worsed when she didn't even get up and lay there staring at the wall,ignoring her kittens as they cried for her love and warmth.
Maybe her wounds had gotten the better of her, but November later on thought that her mother just couldn't bare the thought of cats dieing because she hadn't helped.Her mate dieing as he saw her run away.
When they were given out for adoption the lady that had rescued them then brought them to the shelter and sponsored them when they needed medicine almost instantly adopted her handsome brother.Perhaps she would have taken November too but she could only adopt one cat,since she already had two.
It was long for somebody adopt November.She was even returned to the shelter once after she broke a vase.At last one of shelters employees gave her away to a relative who was a farmer.He owned a big farm with mostly pigs but also some cows and a horse.It wasn't an industrial farm ,no rather the kind of traditionel farm that you expect in the country.
November fared well there and grew up healthy ,if somewhat on the lean side.The farmer was an old man that talked a lot to his cats.He never took them inside or picked them up but talked to them like they were humans.November respected him in a quiet sort of way.Though she didn't now what his words meant she new he spoke only kindly to her.Often she would find herself watching him work or sit a little way of when he toke a break to eat something.
In the evenings she and sometimes a few other cats would sit with him outside and listen as he talked to her as if she understood.In turn the farmer would feed her his rests sometimes and put an old blanked in the barn during the winter.
But in the end she left.Despite all his kindness she was deep down inside still clan born.You could say that the wild was calling her.
It was early spring when she walked away one morning.The farmer waited long for her that day.The following week he put out food for her and left the blanked in the rafters despite the warm weather.But she didn't come back and eventually he gave up.
November flourished in the wild,food might be scarcer here than on the farm but here she free,truly free.
Tag the Staff: Echo-Doodle , Tera , Alicefox