Character Name:
Verre
Character Age:
8 moons
Gender:
Tom
Alliance:
Loner
Rank:
N/A
Appearance(6 or more sentences):
Verre is a rather small cat, being the runt of the litter, and travels the forest in a grey pelt ladened with white spots. Three of his paws are straight grey, while his left hind paw is white. A large white blotch covers one eye, while the other remains grey. His fur is short and neat, but extremely thick and always clean. His eyes feign amber when reflecting the sunset, though are naturally more of a yellowy-greenish color. They are larger than most cats, though are usually opened at half their natural size due to Verre's constant feeling of exhaustion or boredom. He walks quietly, as if he were always stalking something, and avoids making any loud noises when unnecessary.
Personality(6 or more sentences):
Verre is generally kind, unless given a reason to be otherwise. These reasons include: Ignorance, impolite behavior, waking him from a nap, taking his kill, asking him several times to do something (If he doesn't do it the first time you ask, he isn't going to do it the next fifty times), causing him to think deeper or less than necessary, interrupting his conversations for any reason, and pushing him into the river. Verre enjoys his sleep, and his food- though the size of his stomach often tells another story.
He has no real desire to be anything more than a cat, and finds life in a clan somewhat trivial and boring. Rarely can someone say anything to shock him into any form of emotion, as has been tested by his Kittypet siblings. Often times, this tom is labelled as apathetic, though he finds this term highly offensive and impolite, and will feel no sympathy in scolding a cat who uses it.
When he is allowed his naps without interruption, and eats his meals, he can be enjoyable, though most cats feel they are boring him even with their most exciting of chat due to his lack of response or real feeling. They do not usually understand that they are not the ones boring him, he is simply always bored. Bored, or tired.
]History(6 or more sentences):
Verre was born as a Kittypet to his mother, Bug, and his father, Peanut Butter (P.B for short), along with four other kits by the names of Star, Kitkat, Chalk, and Storm. Verre's original name was Slipper, but he greatly disliked such a foolish title, and changed his name to Verre in order to hold on to some form of dignity. He never quite fit in with his siblings, and avoided them at almost all costs, hiding beneath stairs, in the yard, or on the roof of his two-leg's nest. Bug was a kind tortoiseshell, who was far more intelligent than she allowed most to see. She often spoke with Verre about this, letting him in deeper than even her mate. She told him stories of clans and of life in the forest. She explained that her mother had been a forest cat who was captured by a two-leg kit and taken back to its nest.
Verre dreamed of life in the forests, though never had a want to be anything. Meaning, he didn't wish to hunt for other cats, nor participate in the social obligations of the clan cats Bug spoke of. He simply wanted to be free from his family, and free from his two legs. He was given his chance shortly after turning 6 moons old, when his two legs packed him up in their monster and took him to the place his brother's had lost their true gender. Terrified of such a torture, he clawed at his two-legs and they dropped him to the sticky black ground their monsters walked on. He quickly ran towards a large span of trees, and was soon hiding from his two-legs beneath a bush in the forest. His escape proved successful when they grew tired of searching for him and left.
Verre walked through the thick, green bushes and large trees in awe for about a week or two before growing used to the scenery and finding it easy to live alone as a wild cat. Within two months, he had mastered the art of hunting, and found himself a small shelter to hide in when night came. He still thinks of his kittypet family, though doesn't regret his escape. He may not show it, but he enjoys life as a lone cat.
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Roleplay Sample:
Verre licked his paws clean of the pooling blood caused by a small thorn he had managed to step on while hunting. The blood continued to flow even as he licked, but the pain was lessened with each stroke of his tongue along the sore wound. A coyote howled in the distance. Gloating, Verre assumed, over his fresh kill. A small cricket chirped a solo lullaby, as the moon glowed brilliant white light within Silverpelt. The bush he was hidden beneath was a thick one, and wreaked of the loner's scent. Verre had known that it was a bad idea to soak such a plant in his own smell without those of several others, but he had lost one home before to a confused fox, and didn't feel much like losing another.
The night loomed on, bringing with it a slight breeze of air that could easily cause a cat to shiver violently. Luckily, Verre had a thick pelt that could take such chilly wind. It could not, however, deal with water, solid or otherwise. Closing his eyes to sleep, the loner tom silently hoped that it would not snow during the night. He was in no mood to deal with such weather, and merely wanted to get through one day without his fur covered in melting snow, or drenched in rain.
Dreams took hold of the exhausted cat as he swiftly fell into sleep.