Laurel Softbark

[blondie]

Name: Laurel Softbark Gender: Female Date of Birth: 4th May 2007 Height: 22 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Black Coat Pattern: Solid Eye Color: Yellow Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: None History: It was a sunny spring morning, just after the first rain of the season. A young black cat, only three years of age, gave birth to two tiny kittens in the hayloft of the old hay barn. One kitten was a little calico boy, spunky and frisky. The other was a small black cat, like her mother, but she was more timid than most expected. Once the humans found the kittens, they quickly fell in love with the two young felines. The kittens had human names, Patches and Midnight, but the little black kitten preferred the name her mother gave her: Laurel. Laurel was spoiled by the two humans that claimed the three cats. She had fresh milk by the hour, fresh fish of some kind every night. But the humans were clumsy about the crumbs from the food they ate. Soon mice started to sneak in, cleaning up the food and stealing what they chose. Laurel and her family were instructed to kill the mice, but Laurel was dreadfully terrified. It's not that she didn't love the thrill of the kill, but she was petrified of the mice. Their beady little eyes and tiny claws frightened the young cat from a young age. Laurel had no problem with rats, squirrels, chipmunks, even the occasional hedgehog. For some reason, Laurel was just terrified by mice. Perhaps it was the fact that they carried millions of germs, or they were small enough to easily crawl into places that were potentially hazardous. A mouse could poison Laurel's food! Her humans encouraged her to overcome her fear, giving her a mouse toy. But even after seven months, she couldn't get over it. Her humans gave her to a friend across town. Laurel didn't have to worry about attacking mice there. She had to worry about cat fights. The friends of her original humans had six other cats. There were fights for food, sleeping space, even the litter box. Laurel was almost always in the middle of the fight, as she was the smallest, easiest to overpower. It is amazing that Laurel would always escape fights with mere bruises and wounds that would scab and heal over in a few short days. But the fights grew more and more numerous, the noise too loud. The humans grew tired of trying to control the violence. They quickly packed Laurel in a box and drove her to the Old Road. The May night, the night before her first birthday, was dark, stormy. The humans opened the cat box and threw Laurel to the ground, speeding away. She stood and looked around, yowling for her food, a little water maybe. But no human, no cat, came to her aid. Laurel, barely a year old, was on her own. Personality: Upon first glance, Laurel appears a sweet, innocent kitten with bright, curious eyes. But she is so much more than that. Looks are quite indeed deceiving. Laurel is quite apprehensive, quite cautious at first. She doesn't tend to trust when she first meets a new cat. If she picks up on even the faintest hint of a bad vibe, she can be--and will be--downright mean. Laurel will warm up to a new cat, though it takes a long time to gain her trust. Once she warms up to a new feline a bit, she will be a bit less icy. Her cold shoulder does eventually thaw. But it does take some time. She just takes time... She has had a rough past, which makes it difficult for Laurel to trust. Laurel indeed will learn to trust again, but it will take lots of time to nurse her along the path to healing. She'll need good friends to help her along the way. If you take the time to get to know Laurel really well, you finally see her true colors. She can actually be quite a fun cat to hang out with. She is lovable and loves her friends dearly. She is also a bit crazy, especially when it's cold outside before a rain storm. She isn't entirely sure why, but she can be quite a spaz in those conditions. Maybe the cold stimulates her mind and makes endorphins rush through her blood like grease lightning. Or maybe the rain makes her bouncy. Rain has a nice smell... Maybe the smell makes her a little loopy. Who knows? If there was one thing Laurel always wanted, it was a true love. She wants mindless romance to constantly hold her captive, make her think of nothing else. She wants a Tom to make her happy and giddy all the time, make her laugh even if a joke isn't funny. She wants to feel loved like it should truly be experienced. Should Laurel be lucky enough to find a lover, she will be faithful her whole life through. Laurel would protect her mate with her own life, willing to sacrifice herself for his safety. Nothing would make Laurel happier than to have kittens of her own. But just having someone to be there for her without fail, that would be wonderful, too. Laurel doesn't like feeling alone. She just wants to feel secure and safe, like the barn cat she was born to be. She wants to be warm every night because she's snuggled up to a wonderful Tom. Laurel just wants unconditional love through the end of time. Image: Your OOC Name: Blondie Other Characters On the Site: None (yet!)