Post by |Marzi| on Aug 9, 2007 2:22:52 GMT -5
Name: Twoleg name: Tinker
'Rogue' name: Sivertongue
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Male
Position: House-cat (and then some?)
Clan: None
Pictures: Nope...
Appearance: Tinker is a large cat, and can be easily mistaken for any warrior. The majority of his pelt his gray, though his muzzle and tail end are white. His sharp gray colored claws always loom slightly from his scarred paws, and his forelegs have thin patches of baldness from past fights.
He has humorous blue eyes and ridgedly straight ears perched on his head. His whiskers seem to almost stop short, as they stand perfectly straight on either side of his muzzle. Large white fangs usually poke from a gray lipped smile that generally adorns his face, giving him an insane feral look.
Personality: Enjoying the pampered life of a kitty-pet has done nothing to bring down his fierceness. The lazy manner in which he greets all cats is very deceptive. He is generally hospitable to anyone in his domain, but if he takes you in he might ask for something in return.
He has a way with words, and seems to have means of gathering all kinds of information. He'll sell what he knows to anyone who wants it, though you would have to be careful about how high he'll make the payment.
Tinker is very creative (hence his namesake) and tends not to fight, or follow the rules. He is a shadowy cat who generally knows more than he should.
History: Born a rogue, he was forced to leave because of the chaos and murder he caused. Driven away because of his 'silver tongue' he was forced away from any group of cats. Having no intention of living the life of a loner, he took up residence in a twoleg house, sleeping and eating there.
Even with a place to return too, he kept his paws firmly placed inside of the wild world, gathering all he could about his old rogue band. He earned the name Silvertongue when he convinced a rogue leader to attack the rogue's who had driven him away. The thought of being on the recieving end of his deceptive words was a story used to scare kits into sleeping, as it was rumored he could make you kill your own mother. Even after successfully killing all the parts of his past, he couldn't stay away.
Still collecting information from rogues and loners, and the occasional kittypet, he continued to sell information to all those who came to him.
The twolegs he resided with dubbed him 'Tinker' after he used a cat toy and two poorly placed chairs to trip one of them.
Other:
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'Rogue' name: Sivertongue
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Male
Position: House-cat (and then some?)
Clan: None
Pictures: Nope...
Appearance: Tinker is a large cat, and can be easily mistaken for any warrior. The majority of his pelt his gray, though his muzzle and tail end are white. His sharp gray colored claws always loom slightly from his scarred paws, and his forelegs have thin patches of baldness from past fights.
He has humorous blue eyes and ridgedly straight ears perched on his head. His whiskers seem to almost stop short, as they stand perfectly straight on either side of his muzzle. Large white fangs usually poke from a gray lipped smile that generally adorns his face, giving him an insane feral look.
Personality: Enjoying the pampered life of a kitty-pet has done nothing to bring down his fierceness. The lazy manner in which he greets all cats is very deceptive. He is generally hospitable to anyone in his domain, but if he takes you in he might ask for something in return.
He has a way with words, and seems to have means of gathering all kinds of information. He'll sell what he knows to anyone who wants it, though you would have to be careful about how high he'll make the payment.
Tinker is very creative (hence his namesake) and tends not to fight, or follow the rules. He is a shadowy cat who generally knows more than he should.
History: Born a rogue, he was forced to leave because of the chaos and murder he caused. Driven away because of his 'silver tongue' he was forced away from any group of cats. Having no intention of living the life of a loner, he took up residence in a twoleg house, sleeping and eating there.
Even with a place to return too, he kept his paws firmly placed inside of the wild world, gathering all he could about his old rogue band. He earned the name Silvertongue when he convinced a rogue leader to attack the rogue's who had driven him away. The thought of being on the recieving end of his deceptive words was a story used to scare kits into sleeping, as it was rumored he could make you kill your own mother. Even after successfully killing all the parts of his past, he couldn't stay away.
Still collecting information from rogues and loners, and the occasional kittypet, he continued to sell information to all those who came to him.
The twolegs he resided with dubbed him 'Tinker' after he used a cat toy and two poorly placed chairs to trip one of them.
Other:
IC:
