
Cat's Name: Sure
Note: Sure got her name when her father once remarked that she was so "sure" of herself. Since her twoleg family never gave her a name, she stuck with it when she was adopted by an old woman, and then when she escaped from the indoors.
Cat's Age: 4 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Loner, former kittypet -- would probably like to join a pseudoclan IC at a later date, but I feel a a roleplayer that play will flow better for me starting out (with little knowledge of Warriors) if I handle this IC
Position: Kit
Appearance: Sure is a Russian Blue, and as such she has the typical thick, blue-gray fur of her breed. Her eyes are a wide yellow with green around the pupils. Her face is narrow and her body has a long, sleek look to it, though she isn't underfed. There is a small scar over her right eye from a spat with her littermate Jess while they were both still kittypets. Her paw pads are a bit too soft for outdoor living. She still has a narrow, jeweled collar that was put on her by a child in the family with which she lived, and which wasn't removed before she went into the wild.
Personality: Sure is shy around twolegs as a result of her history (see below) and is a bit wary of other cats. She is young still and only recently has been thrust into the life of a stray. She isn't confident yet and tends to prefer to observe.
Sure is slow to forgive, and prefers the company of only small groups of cats. She will bond strongly with very few, but will treat those she loves with a ferocious tenderness. Sure is anxious to defend what she believes is right, and is eager to grow into a warrior. Sure has some suppressed anxiety related to her history as a kittypet.
History: Sure is a former kittypet. She was born in the comfort and luxury of a twoleg home, but her birth and that of her two littermates was entirely unexpected. Their parents were never supposed to breed, and the kits were deemed to be "inferior" as quality pets. The twolegs were entirely unable to see the beauty of Sure and her two siblings (Jess, a she-cat, and Gus, a tom). While the little girl in the house pampered the three kits, the grown ups had other plans.
The three siblings were sent to new homes when they were a tender six weeks old. Their removal from the home ripped their family apart, and they would never see one another again. Sure was "adopted" by an old woman who already had eight cats before her. Even so young, the kit was miserable, and when she saw an opening (during a delivery of groceries) she made her run for it.
Sure, however, was never able to find the little girl she had loved so much. In spite of her strong feline instincts she just had been too young, still needing her mother.
Roleplay Sample:
Sure sat back on her haunches, her shoulders very slightly raised up in an unconscious gesture of self-protection. Her body was still, and her golden eyes scanned back and forth as she gazed at the assembled cats. She was young, and the life she'd seen was not the life which she would come to know. These cats were strange to her, but everything within her being wanted to be one of them. If she could become one with them she would no longer be so completely and utterly alone in the world, and with them, she might be able to figure out what she'd been missing for so very long.
Sure's tail thumbed irritably against the ground, and she turned her regal head to the side in an expression of disgust -- disgust with herself for being so shy. A little growl passed through her throat and she stood, trotting toward where the other young cats were playing. Holding her head up with a cockiness she didn't feel, she moved into their midst and stood among them, her eyebrows raised just slightly. "Sure, sure," she said, and nodded her head to the others.
(Okay,so admittedly that makes it necessary for Sure to join a thread -- so, in another example...)
Sure laid in the grass near an ancient tree, the shade cooling the ground. Her ears stood at constant attention as she listened to the sounds around her, for the scurrying of small animals or the sounds of birds nearby -- prey. She wasn't accustomed to hunting, as it was something entirely new to her, but she'd done well for herself so far. It would be better for her, she knew, if she was a member of one of the clans she'd heard tell of. It was her misfortune, she realized now, to be born in a twoleg home.
Rising, the kit moved with her head and tail low. It wasn't prey she was stalking... She was looking for other cats, the type of cats who might be able to show her the ropes and teach her what it meant to live wild. She could learn to like this, she thought!
Comments/Other: I hope that's good. I tend to be a bit on the prolific side and posts can get fairly long -- I'm an experienced roleplayer but I love description. Odd I didn't put much description of the cat herself in this, but I will get there! Thanks for your consideration!)