Clover Blizzardstar

[shyfire]

Name: Clover BlizzardStar Gender: Male Date of Birth: 3/15/2003 Height: 23 CM Sexual Preference: Straight.... nothing but that... Status: Un-Neutered. Coat Color: Gray Coat Pattern: Tabby Eye Color: Blue Fur Length: Medium Appearance Extra: None. History: Winter. It was just like a she-cat. Treat her with respect and she will respect you back. Dishonor her, and she will be harsher than you have ever known. It was this winter that was so unforgiving. It snowed heavily as two cats; their names being Solar FireStar and Comet ShootingStar, gave birth to a littler of kittens. Being proud of their litter, they gave their kittens names. But what they did not know, was that only one was alive. They soon came to realize the situation. The reason why they only had one kitten alive was because of their poor diets from their abusive and neglective owners that had adopted them. At first, they had the money until the husband of the household got arrested for drug charges. Since then, they have had no money to pay for food and care for the cats, hence their kittens died. Deciding on the perfect name for the young one in this unforgiving season, his name became Clover BlizzardStar. As he grew, his parents taught him all that he needed to know on the Old Road. They taught him about what cats were good, and others that were dangerous as well as the creatures to hunt and the others to defend themselves from. They also taught them about him about the Feral Cats that lived in the forest not too far from where they lived. The next fall once Clover BlizzardStar turned four, he found that his parents had been taken by the Humane Society. Now he remained all alone on the Old Road trusting no one and hunting on his own. Others would come by interested on what his story was, but he would just walk away and ignore them. Occasionally because of his attitude, he would get into fights. especially with Feral Cats who are known to have Feline Leukemia. He had his scars and he was sure that he had F.I.V. He never paid too much attention to it though. He had seen cats that had it. And he didn't have their symptoms when he was outside. So he never really cared what happened to him. He was much like his father in that aspect. Now? Now he just roams around the city wandering about by his lonesome. He is not the most social cat, but he does tend to chat once in a while with another if you catch him on his good side. 402 Words Personality:If you wish to really get to know this cat, then you are in for the ride of your life. He is much like Golem off of Lord of the Rings. He has two different sides and he talks to himself ALOT. Only he speaks Cat and not gibberish. He does have a temper of some sort and he tends to be a lone wolf most of the time. Being a loner, he is not the most social cat of the whole Old Road. He uses his gray pelt to hide in the shadows of the day time, and he comes out in the night to hunt and make trouble when he feels like it. Indeed, he is a trouble maker and he likes to pull pranks on others. Being a strong fighter, he is not afraid of anything except for the occasional human that comes around. They had taken away his parents when he was younger, and he did not want to end up the same way. So he travels alone at night and his trust in others is rarely given unless earned. Much like his respect. He is very intelligent and uses that intelligence to solve problems and other issues he might be having. Like no one doesn't use their intelligence? He usually stays silent until his input is needed or he is asked to speak. He speaks briefly making sure his point gets across, or he speaks long lectures and really make his point get across. It all depends on the events that occur. When he comes across kittens, he sends out his sympathy for them. He had his rough life out on the streets without street smarts and it was difficult for him. So in return for his harshness, he gives all the knowledge he can to the younger ones as his pupil quote unquote and helps their road to survival. That is the only rare case of generosity you would usually get from the tom. Feral cats are another story. They are just a bother especially when in heat or fueled by testosterone. Nay, he was not neutered, but he hated them especially. They were diseased and carried Feline Leukemia. A disease that cut a cats life in half. He had his fights with the ferals, and he was sure that he had the F.I.V disease, but he didn't really care being the bastard that he is. 402 Words Image: Your OOC Name: Amanda Other Characters On the Site: This is my first one