Why Would I Ever Like a Ruffian Like Y[o]u? (Flirty Tom Needed! PAFP!)

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    MY CHARACTER



    This is Rosetta. She's a beautiful blue smoke-and-white maine coon she-cat with brilliant yellow eyes. She holds herself with pride and the uttermost confidence; a braggart over all the prizes and medals she's received from multiple cat shows. She is rather narcissistic, ignoring those whom she deems unimportant. She is incredibly loyal to her housefolk and would do anything to impress them. At a glance, most would say she appears to be a stonewall: cold, strong, and dull; although she does have a sweet side.


    PLOT


    Your cat stumbles across her place of residence one day and seeks refuge in the hopes of absconding from those who were chasing him. Your cat decides to loot the den, as there were plenty of valuables to steal, but ends up running into Rosetta, who mercilessly confronts you and demands that you leave. Due to your cat's flirty disposition, you shoot a few comments to anger and somewhat fluster her. Your character returns to the den multiple times to continue looting and eventually starts to take a liking to Rosetta, and she does as well, even if she doesn't notice it at first. Eventually, you ask her to join your Clan/tribe/rogue group, and hesitantly agrees, but only for a night or two. Your cat ends up taking her every half moon or so that she eventually becomes accustomed to the group and is eventually asked to fully join the group. She agrees, and you are told to help train her. Eventually, through all the time spent together, Rosetta finally warms up to you and asks to be your mate. There then comes a day when Rosetta brings out the news that she's pregnant with your character's kits. A violent storm soon breaks out a little while later, separating them from each other. Would Rosetta and your cat ever see each other again? Would the kits ever meet their father? (Please give your input! :D)


    Are you interested in joining this thread? If so, please post a picture of your tom cat and a brief description. Thanks!



    Twisted


    Twisted knows the hardness of life. He's been beaten and abused. Stept on and spit on. Twisted trys to ignore it and keep to the bright side. But he had beef and debts to all sorts of cats. Twisted struggles to survive. He loves to bounce around. He's a tramp,a flirt and every other thing some she cats find irresistible. Twisted, however would die for a cat he's never met. If he makes a promise he will come through.


    [img width=492 height=510]http://seeclickfix.com/files/i…0007/1935/stray_cat_3.jpg[/img]

    I like it! Twisted sounds just like a cat that Rosetta would somehow stumble across. I have just one critique, however, and I hope that I do not sound bossy or rude. It's just that tortoiseshell toms are sterile. They are unable to reproduce and have a weakened immune system. This is because it takes two X chromosomes for the mutation to show. Males normally have one X chromosome and one Y chromosome, whereas females have two X chromosomes. If they were to take on this trait, they would have two X chromosomes, and one Y chromosome, rendering them sterile. I'm sorry if I sound technical or rude or anything, but it's just one of my pet peeves. I'm sorry that I'm making such a fuss about it, but would you be okay changing his appearance? It would mean a lot to me.

    Actually Twisted is not a pure tortishell. He's a breed made only when different breeds of cats breed together. He is sorta like a mutt.


    Love you knowledge of cats. You surprised me.

    All warrior cats are domestic shorthairs, a descendent from their ancestor, the felis catus, unless a breed of kittypet somehow made it out into the forest. Dogs are entirely different, coming in different shapes, sizes,and many, many, different breeds. Cats, however, are not as viable to certain mutations, therefore making mutations such as curly fur, a smooshed face, etc., impossible unless specifically bred by a breeder. Dogs and cats are very different, genetically. A cat that has any form of spotting in three different colors is in fact a tortoiseshell. Yours just happens to be a diluted color with white. I really like the picture you picked out. Perhaps if the genders were swapped, that would work. XD


    Ah, thank you! I happen to have an obsession for cats since I was really young.

    Hm. This cats name is Twisted actually. I use his pic from Pintrest. But. I will change it. Didn't think of it like that.

    Okay, thanks! I'm really sorry if I sounded rude or anything, I just really like using logical genetics when role-playing. I hope I didn't scare you off! :-[

    Rosetta was perched on the top of her housefolk's nest, when suddenly, a peculiar scene came into view. There were multiple cats-- forest cat ruffians, as she called them, running around outside her den. The sight was rather annoying, as these cats somehow had the right to invade her property! Letting out a snarl, she leapt down from the nest and headed towards the door to confront them.

    Twisted was laughing. He saw a cat dish on the porch. Filled with food. He broke away from his group and began to help himself. "This is not half bad!" Twisted murmered to himself. He took a few more huge bites. His muzzle was stained from the wet food. "Kittypets. Spoiled things."

    As Rosetta left through the flap on the door, the noticed the gray-and-white tom cat eating out of her dish! Of all the nerve! She darted over, eyes narrowed, and spoke in a rather bothered tone. "What are you doing, eating my food, you ruffian?"

    Twisted licked his jaws rather rudely. "Prey isn't plentiful!" He exclaimed. "I'm hungry. Sue me." Twisted got to his paws, tail flicking. "And you'll do...what exactly?" He purred. His claws extended. "Sweetheart?" He added.

    Rosetta's jaw gaped. How dare him! He intruded on her territory, ate her food, and talked to her with such rudeness? What kind of a tom was that? All the toms she'd been introduced to at cat shows were fine young gentlemen, charmers at least, that treated her like a princess. This tom, however, was nothing but a mongrel. Nothing but a dirty street rat. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to, you dirty thief?"