August Dawnsparrow

[august]

Name: August Dawnsparrow Gender: male Date of Birth: May 19th, 2007 Height: 18cm (small, I know.) Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not neutered Coat Color: White Coat Pattern: Siamese Eye Color: Blue Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: Has a slightly crooked tail; walks with a noticeable limp. History: He ran. Yes, he was finally doing it. Lord, August was finally running from that hell. Out, he was out in the free open air. Wind whipped at his thin little body as he tore across the pavement. The black of the road looked like it could swallow him clean up; wrap it's dirty little fingers around his body and suck him in forever. But, he didn't think about that. What mattered now was the freedom he had. August knew it wasn't a thing you could actually touch, persay, but oh man, he could feel it now. Under his paws. It was itching; crawling to be let loose, to have an experience. The tom grinned as he stopped at the end of the little dirt road, where the pudgy little yellow house sat. "Goodbye," He murmered. "Forever." There was no doubt in the Siamese's mind that he wouldn't be going back to that house. Never, never again. But, of course, escaping the yellow house was easy. It was adjusting to life as a stray that was hard. Then again, it's not like life at the yellow house was that different. A meal was a rare thing there, just like it was out here. So, maybe August had it lucky. He was practically a stray before he even knew so. Still, life the streets was hard. He was even hungrier than before. The desire to eat took up his whole mind; he had no room to think about anything. Ribs grew from his sides, poking grotesquely from his fur. No doubt about it, he had to find food - fast. Now, why he decided to raid a picnic basket is up to someone else. But, he did. From then on, everything happened in crawling fragments of time. "A cat! Get it, Adam, get it! It's taking that bread!" The only thing he really remembered was the sharp, clear snap that followed the pain that rode up his spine like a sonic boom. August yowled, defeated. Life as a stray was officially harder than he thought. Now armed with a crooked tail, he became withdrawn from humans for a good while. Hiding in dumpsters, trashcans, boxes, crates. Anything, really, to become invisible. His whole life he had been focused on standing out - on being something. And yet, here he was. Hiding in the shadows, waiting for the darkness to swallow him up - just like the pavement on the day of his escape. The tom frowned, shifting his weight. This was stray life, right? He had to change. As much as he hated it, he had to. It was either that, or death. Obviously, he chose change. So, change he did. August toughed up and pulled his corpse-like body from the shadows and vowed never to be like that again, that from then on he would be like a bird. He would fly in those big stretches of blue sky no matter what happened, because there was always a reason to keep going, even if there was a million to stop. Suckish. 507 words. Personality: August is a soft-spoken little guy. Rarely does he speak more than a few sentences. He prefers solitude to company, but will tolerate you. He tends to be a bit of a space cadet; always wandering off somewhere or dreaming of some faraway land. It's hard for him to focus on things, especially cats in general. August is bored very easily and it takes quite a bit of work to keep him on-task. He doesn't like to stay in one place for long. His paws always have to be moving, carrying him from one adventure to the next, as fast as he can go. Despite this nomadic behavior, he is very easy to become attached to, and vise versa. Wherever he goes it seems he always knows someone, or has some kind of ties with a fellow. August is popular, but he's modest about it. He was raised to be polite, and he always sticks to what he knows. He hates change; won't stand for it. If something is new, he gets... angry. He likes things they way they've always been. After all, why fix something that was never broken in the first place? At least, that's his philosophy. August is a nice young kid. It seems that he never has a bad word to say about anyone; even if he wants to. He has excellent self-control when it comes to things like that because he wants to keep his reputation clean. August doesn't react well to negative emotions and often tends to get flushed and embarrassed when he's yelled at or faced with anger. He just doesn't know what to do, and it shows. He just shrinks down and does his best to become invisible, to hide whatever mistake he made. August doesn't dare snap back because he's afraid of what he might say. He doesn't trust himself that well. But, he does tend to be a little on the stuck-up side - unintentionally. He just has a high confidence level, and sometimes he crosses the line with a small comment. Normally, he catches himself and then hounds you with a million apologies. When he's by himself, though, it's like he's a different cat. Quiet and far off, he's constantly wondering about something, about the birds in the sky, the bugs in the grass, that orange tabby in the dumpster. He asks questions and loves discovering new things and solving mysteries. To August, your whole life is just a box of questions waiting for answers to be found. August is also a very optimistic cat. He always is thinking for the better and never looks back on the bad; always looks forward towards the future. He can be quite childish at times, though. He makes silly wishes or pacts - for example: one of his greatest wishes is to be able to fly up with the birds. He has a certain fascination with the sky and flight that he can't seem to let go of. August could spend a whole day simply cloud watching, content and calm, with the slightest hint of a smile. 513 words. Image: Your OOC Name: Alex Other Characters On the Site: none.