INFORMATION - SVEN

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NAME -- Sven
PAST / FUTURE NAMES -- past-- Kit
future-- Svenstar?
GENDER IDENTITY -- male
AGE -- 23 moons
RANK -- Cheiftain

APPEARANCE -- Sven is a Savannah cat. He possesses the attractive trait of a narrowed face and body, while still appearing muscular. He has the common dark brown eyes that are commonly found in his breed. His tail is unusually long, and seems to get in the way at times, however makes for agility and and supports his speed. Perfectly proportioned? No. He has a long neck, with large, circular ears. While his long neck may be considered charming to some, his substantial ears are an embarrassment to him and a great laugh to others. He has black spots and dark brown markings on him; also found on most F1 savannas. There is a scar shaped in a ring around his neck; possibly from a previous collar.
PERSONALITY -- Compatible, logical, and a great fighter, Sven seems like he is the whole package. However, he has a quiet, toned and unoccasionally bold and inhibited, he leads well. Although, at times he becomes unstable, he is trained at hiding it, and no one notices. He can deliver a strong speech and push his clan to fight to the end, he is strong and even manipulative. Whilst some even may call him cold, inside he is conpassionate and cares for his clan.
HISTORY -- Sven was born at a breeding program. These people wanted to save savannas; but to Sven it seemed they wanted to kill him. Shoved in a small cage with many other kittens, or sometimes left in a huge containment in extremely hot weather without water, Sven suffered. Many other savannas lived there, too. All the females were taken away form the cage as soon as possible, so Sven, who, at the time, didn't have a name, had no clue as to what the female gender was. As he free older, he had strong urges to fight with the other males. This became a serious problem. Soon, he was moved to a separate cage with an aged female and an young female. He soon became quick friends with the femme and the elder, as the female was funny and playful and the elder was kind and caring. One day, in the hot of summer, the female kitten seemed very sick. Sven, himself, wasn't feeling great. The elder told them they had to get to water or else they'd die. She told them of freedom, forests, and groups of cats that lived with freedom in them. She told them to run. As they all strained to find a weak spot through the fence, the going femme free worse and worse. However, finally, they all three escaped. They escaped to a large forest. They lived here for around two days, and here the elder gave them names. He, was to be Sven. She, was to be Kendle. Kendle slowly grew better, and soon returned to normal health. All was well. But one night, a fox attacked their home and made way with Sven. Sven's collar tightly wrapped in its jowl, he struggled to free himself. Finally, it pulled off. He ran and ran, just as before, until he met a cat. They invited him to a "clan", the ones the elder had told about. Trusting the elder and the new cat, he followed them into his new home.

KIN -- Unknown.
CRUSH/MATE -- N/A, open.
OFFSPRING -- N/A
STRENGTHS -- -Hunting -Fighting -speaking -agile -logical
WEAKNESSES -- -rude at times -pushes others to their limits without knowing -bullheaded, must be right -Overly orderly
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE -- Sven needed some time away from everyone, sometimes. Sometimes, he got a bit sad. A bit mad. And needed to be away. This, was one of those times. One of those dark, dark times. He slowly prowled to the camp's exit, allured by the sun, but for some reason still saddened. His soft pawsteps could be heard by none. His harsh thoughts could be heard my only himself. He sat next to a rotting tree for a moment. I should hunt, he thought. So everyone thinks I just went for a hunt. And with that, he rose up and began smelling for prey. He soon found a rabbit. It was a old one. He silently followed the scent. It brought him to a elderly hare sitting beside a tree that had fallen down. He crouched, and pounced. Without paying attention, his tail swiped a leaf before he leapt and caught the hare's attention. It bolted off with extreme speed, just to stumble and fall. Sven hurried and attempted to kill it, as now it had gotten away. However, he caught it, and killed it swiftly. Thanking Starclan, he returned to camp. Because he had not wondered far, he soon arrived. He was thankful for the lack of attention. Yes, told them in his mind. I just went for a small hunt. None of your business. He carried it with small emotion, only with a ear flick as a sign of slight irritation. He decided he would eat what he caught, as a few others were doing the same. I can't do this very often. the troubling thought came to mind. But he mentally shook it off, deciding no one had noticed.
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