Post by rinn on Aug 21, 2016 10:53:29 GMT -6
Name: “Charm”
Age: 2 years
Birth Season: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Very gay, though he’ll flirt with anything
Genetics: o/BB/Dd/Dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/aa/McMc/LL/mkmk/
Breed: Bombay mostly, with bits of Russian Blue.
Size: Medium and Lanky
Eye color: Green
Coat color: Black? xD
Coat length: Short
Markings: Not a single markin’ on him.
Distinct features: His front left leg is missing. Also speaks Pirate, aye.
Personality: Charm is a very bold cat. He says what he’s thinking and does what he wants- No one’s going to argue with him. Not with the lore he’s been attached to, at least. Even with the lore not entirely being false, Charm hates that it makes others a bit wary of their Captain. He wants to be social- He really does. His flirtatious attitude is mostly him just trying to hold a conversation. Make them blush so they’ll stick around a few seconds longer and you can pretend they aren’t only there because they’re scared of he might do to them if they weren’t.
History: According to local lore, he was born a serpent from the sea. After taking the form of the cat he worked his way into the Colony and eventually to the rank of First Mate, all while no one suspected a thing. Once he’d settled himself in fully the dark-colored feline devoured their Captain and continues to feast on any feline who strays too far into the deeper waters. Bogus.
Charm was born in the caves just like every other cat his age. He’s never swum in the ocean, only the cool waters of the Silver Pool. In kittenhood he padded after the Captain every second he got, proving himself fearless in the face of an angry elder. He asked too many questions and it served him well eventually. The First Mate took him aside one day and informed him that Charm was his apprentice now and he really needed to stop bothering the Captain, who had better things to do. Charm happily agreed, and from that day forward became a miniature version of the First Mate, a tom named Roamy. And when the Captain lost her footing on the mountainside, Captain Roamy elected his little follower as First Mate.
The idea of having the First Mate be young and impressionable, in Roamy’s mind, was that he could get away with just about anything, which he proceeded to do. “Rationing” all the juicy rats, taking a set day where he got the Silver Pool to himself. When Charm asked why he was doing such things, Captain Roamy just smiled and passed him a rat. Charm would keep quiet for now.
The ocean was very far away, past the mountains and past mountains after that. The few remaining cats who remembered it, though they loved the ocean, said going back would be deadly. Coming over had cost too many lives, most of them children and elders who couldn’t quite keep up. The second the last elder with memory of it died, Roamy proudly announced his plan to take them all back. Called those who worried senile, eventually making it sound like a pretty good plan. They were brave cats, after all. They could take it, right? They should trust their Captain. Roamy assured them that nothing could go wrong. Charm flicked his tail silently in the background. Bogus.
Roamy’s public eye stunt was going way too far. Everyone was going to die. Whatever the reason had been for them leaving the sea, it couldn’t possibly be gone after such a short amount of time. The young feline got together with a group of his friends for backup and confronted Roamy at his personal swim time. Charm just wanted to advise his mentor kindly and for the best interest of the Colony. Instead Roamy hissed and lunged, calling the young feline disloyal. It took a second for Charm to fight back as he was utterly stunned to see such a sudden change in the cat who practically raised him. They splashed about the water, Charm eventually out-doing the Captain. He set him at the bottom of the pool, out of sight and under a rock, where the fishes would feed and he wouldn’t cause a disturbance. Only once he started stumbling out of the pool did he realise his leg was floating in the water a few feet back.
Charm was healed by the medic while his friends who had been present dodged questions, one of the more scummy ones eventually “admitting” they’d seen Lore-Charm attack and eat the Captain. Charm denied everything, of course, but there was no proof either way for the more imaginative cats. The trek back to the beach was canceled, the false rationing stopped, as did the private swim day. By the time anyone could think about offing the newly Captain’d Charm he’d learned to walk on three legs like nothing had happened. No cat wanted to get close enough to be chosen as First Mate- No one wanted to be close enough even to talk. He didn’t have friends anymore.
Late one night Charm sat by the Silver Pool, silently cursing the new turn the Lore had taken. About him lurking in the water and snatching a kit out of it at swim time. Killing a kit… Who did they think he was? His tail swished back and forth angrily before calming down as he thought about the lost kit. The poor mother, oh god… The kit must’ve been gone by then no matter where it disappeared to. He hadn’t killed it, but it was definitely dead.
Swimming with three legs was much easier than walking with three. Charm slid into the water, paddling for the deep where he could more easily float around. The room was eerily silent without anyone else in there- No one wanted to swim the Captain who killed a kit. No witnesses for what happened next. A tiny wake appeared for the far depths, looking just like a fish who happened to be swimming near the surface. Then it grew. Charm paddled in place, watching it curiously. It grew larger still. By this point whatever it was was as big as Charm, which was troubling. It was fifty feet to shore. He started swimming for the rocks. The wake grew more, now having parts of the thing sticking above the water. Charm swam harder, breathing heavily. It was definitely gaining on him. Reach the shore, reach the shore- He glanced back once more, seeing it’s teeth right behind him. He swam like hell.
It was big enough to get stuck in the shallows. It stopped, displeased with not getting it’s meal but satisfied with knowing it would get more another day. Charm flopped on his side, breathing heavily and staring off into space.
Maybe the lore wasn’t so bad after all. It would keep cats out of the deep, at least.
~http://deviouselite.deviantart.com/art/Takkun-the-amazingly-adorable-three-legged-cat-268270400~
Echo-Doodle, Alicefox
Age: 2 years
Birth Season: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Very gay, though he’ll flirt with anything
Genetics: o/BB/Dd/Dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/aa/McMc/LL/mkmk/
Breed: Bombay mostly, with bits of Russian Blue.
Size: Medium and Lanky
Eye color: Green
Coat color: Black? xD
Coat length: Short
Markings: Not a single markin’ on him.
Distinct features: His front left leg is missing. Also speaks Pirate, aye.
Personality: Charm is a very bold cat. He says what he’s thinking and does what he wants- No one’s going to argue with him. Not with the lore he’s been attached to, at least. Even with the lore not entirely being false, Charm hates that it makes others a bit wary of their Captain. He wants to be social- He really does. His flirtatious attitude is mostly him just trying to hold a conversation. Make them blush so they’ll stick around a few seconds longer and you can pretend they aren’t only there because they’re scared of he might do to them if they weren’t.
History: According to local lore, he was born a serpent from the sea. After taking the form of the cat he worked his way into the Colony and eventually to the rank of First Mate, all while no one suspected a thing. Once he’d settled himself in fully the dark-colored feline devoured their Captain and continues to feast on any feline who strays too far into the deeper waters. Bogus.
Charm was born in the caves just like every other cat his age. He’s never swum in the ocean, only the cool waters of the Silver Pool. In kittenhood he padded after the Captain every second he got, proving himself fearless in the face of an angry elder. He asked too many questions and it served him well eventually. The First Mate took him aside one day and informed him that Charm was his apprentice now and he really needed to stop bothering the Captain, who had better things to do. Charm happily agreed, and from that day forward became a miniature version of the First Mate, a tom named Roamy. And when the Captain lost her footing on the mountainside, Captain Roamy elected his little follower as First Mate.
The idea of having the First Mate be young and impressionable, in Roamy’s mind, was that he could get away with just about anything, which he proceeded to do. “Rationing” all the juicy rats, taking a set day where he got the Silver Pool to himself. When Charm asked why he was doing such things, Captain Roamy just smiled and passed him a rat. Charm would keep quiet for now.
The ocean was very far away, past the mountains and past mountains after that. The few remaining cats who remembered it, though they loved the ocean, said going back would be deadly. Coming over had cost too many lives, most of them children and elders who couldn’t quite keep up. The second the last elder with memory of it died, Roamy proudly announced his plan to take them all back. Called those who worried senile, eventually making it sound like a pretty good plan. They were brave cats, after all. They could take it, right? They should trust their Captain. Roamy assured them that nothing could go wrong. Charm flicked his tail silently in the background. Bogus.
Roamy’s public eye stunt was going way too far. Everyone was going to die. Whatever the reason had been for them leaving the sea, it couldn’t possibly be gone after such a short amount of time. The young feline got together with a group of his friends for backup and confronted Roamy at his personal swim time. Charm just wanted to advise his mentor kindly and for the best interest of the Colony. Instead Roamy hissed and lunged, calling the young feline disloyal. It took a second for Charm to fight back as he was utterly stunned to see such a sudden change in the cat who practically raised him. They splashed about the water, Charm eventually out-doing the Captain. He set him at the bottom of the pool, out of sight and under a rock, where the fishes would feed and he wouldn’t cause a disturbance. Only once he started stumbling out of the pool did he realise his leg was floating in the water a few feet back.
Charm was healed by the medic while his friends who had been present dodged questions, one of the more scummy ones eventually “admitting” they’d seen Lore-Charm attack and eat the Captain. Charm denied everything, of course, but there was no proof either way for the more imaginative cats. The trek back to the beach was canceled, the false rationing stopped, as did the private swim day. By the time anyone could think about offing the newly Captain’d Charm he’d learned to walk on three legs like nothing had happened. No cat wanted to get close enough to be chosen as First Mate- No one wanted to be close enough even to talk. He didn’t have friends anymore.
Late one night Charm sat by the Silver Pool, silently cursing the new turn the Lore had taken. About him lurking in the water and snatching a kit out of it at swim time. Killing a kit… Who did they think he was? His tail swished back and forth angrily before calming down as he thought about the lost kit. The poor mother, oh god… The kit must’ve been gone by then no matter where it disappeared to. He hadn’t killed it, but it was definitely dead.
Swimming with three legs was much easier than walking with three. Charm slid into the water, paddling for the deep where he could more easily float around. The room was eerily silent without anyone else in there- No one wanted to swim the Captain who killed a kit. No witnesses for what happened next. A tiny wake appeared for the far depths, looking just like a fish who happened to be swimming near the surface. Then it grew. Charm paddled in place, watching it curiously. It grew larger still. By this point whatever it was was as big as Charm, which was troubling. It was fifty feet to shore. He started swimming for the rocks. The wake grew more, now having parts of the thing sticking above the water. Charm swam harder, breathing heavily. It was definitely gaining on him. Reach the shore, reach the shore- He glanced back once more, seeing it’s teeth right behind him. He swam like hell.
It was big enough to get stuck in the shallows. It stopped, displeased with not getting it’s meal but satisfied with knowing it would get more another day. Charm flopped on his side, breathing heavily and staring off into space.
Maybe the lore wasn’t so bad after all. It would keep cats out of the deep, at least.
~http://deviouselite.deviantart.com/art/Takkun-the-amazingly-adorable-three-legged-cat-268270400~
Echo-Doodle, Alicefox