Asphalt Arcticice

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Name: Asphalt Arcticice Gender: Female Date of Birth: August 11, 2005 Height: 18 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Black Coat Pattern: Solid Eye Color: Blue Fur Length: Short-medium Appearance Extra: Rather small, despite her age. Her eyes are very icy blue. History: No one was ever sure how the pregnant cat got aboard the navy aircraft carrier. But as the ship set off for a six month deployment, Comma Frecklenose went with it. The people aboard soon found they had an unwanted passenger, with her brand new kittens, but no one was really sure what to do with it. For a few days, some of the younger crew tried to hide the cat and her kittens away, but that didn’t turn out well. The officers on board decided that the cat could not be allowed to stay. At their next port, Comma, and three kittens, Cape, Logo, and Switch, were taken off the boat. The evening after they left that port though, they discovered a problem. One, small, black kitten had been missed, and left behind. But the ship was not going to turn around and go back to port for one little kitten. It was three weeks, for the four week old kitten, to the next port. Long enough for her to need a lot of care from the crew (mostly younger folk) and grow on people. And she made friends with the right ones. The next port came… and went. And the next one. The kitten, Asphalt, was almost part of the crew. Of course, they still set ‘traps’ for her on board, and such, as she began to move about a lot more and depend on the humans less. Asphalt learned fast, and realized if she was stupid enough to get caught, she would be taken off the ship. But she was never stupid enough. Over the next two years of her life, Asphalt lived on the carrier, and was seen all over it. Kitchens, occasionally sleeping on people’s beds, and once, ever, in the war room. She was rarely found out on the flight deck though, with the noisy jets and such. With her time on the carrier, her senses got better then normal. The carrier was loud, smelly, and full of vibrations from all sorts of things. Asphalt needed sharpened senses to pick up anything aboard, living underneath a floating airport. Life was good… but it couldn’t last. Some crewmen did not like the black cat with ice blue eyes. And there were occasionally the inevitable people who were allergic to cats. And they eventually complained loud enough and to the right people. Asphalt couldn’t stay anymore. For one day, right before the end of a deployment, everyone searched for the cat, and, eventually, she was caught. But, even though she was being taken away from her home, her life was still extremely good. There were even arguments among some of the officers on who would be allowed to take the cat home with them to their family. Eventually, Asphalt was taken home with a somewhat high ranking officer, to his wife, four kids, and two older cat. Tomahawk Hornetfire, and his mate, Blackjay Hornetfire, were surprised when the two year old kitten came to their home. Their were part outdoor cats part indoor cats, and rather old, but, once they got over their surprise, they took great lightning. Blackjay was very kind, and so was Tomahawk, in a much more gruff sort of way. But they also soon realized they had a lot to teach Asphalt. Having grown up on a carrier, and not having been with her mother for very long, Asphalt knew next to nothing about the world outside the ship. She had to be taught many things, even simple things, such as what a tree, or a mouse was. But, she was also an extremely fast learner. Blackjay taught her a lot of things, about life and stuff, and Tomahawk taught her plenty about hunting, and, after much pestering from Asphalt, how to fight. She became good at these as well. Tomahawk also gave her something else. After three months of staying with the old pair, Blackjay asked her what her full name. Asphalt was confused. She had already told them Asphalt was her name. Blackjay shook her head. She explained that cats also had a last name, one they got from their family. But Asphalt couldn’t barely remember her mother’s first name, and the names of her brothers and sister. One day two weeks after that talk, Tomahawk told Asphalt ‘Arcticice’ to get over. Seeing her surprise, he said that a cat must have a last name. Arcticice seemed nice enough, he said, for a black cat with ice blue eyes. The officer’s family loved Asphalt very much, except for one older teenager. Asphalt dislike him very, very much, and avoided him, and he hated her straight back. He wanted big dogs, and ‘those stupid cats’ meant his parents would not allow it. He just wished Asphalt, Tomahawk, and Blackjay were gone. The day Asphalt woke up on her third birthday, in the big box she shared with the older mates, she could tell something was wrong. She rolled over, to see Tomahawk next to her. He was already awake, but his eyes were glassy. And Asphalt realized she could only hear two sets of heartbeats. His and her own. Blackjay had been nine years old, and had lived a full life. For the next few weeks, Tomahawk seemed like a zombie. And, two weeks after his mate died, Asphalt woke up to the sound of only her own breathing. The humans family were very torn up over the death of their old family pets. Except for one. The human who did not like Asphalt saw now he only had one cat to get rid of. And the day after Tomahawks death, he took the shell-shocked Asphalt out of the box where she hadn’t moved from except to eat, since Tomahawks death. He stuck her in one of the pet carriers, and drove her far away, though mountains. He was most of the way into a largish town when he dumped her on the side of an old road, and drove away. Personality: Asphalt usually comes across at first as rather odd. She always seems uncomfortable with other cats, eve if she’s known them for forever, probably because she never saw any the first two years of her life, and then just another two for the next year. She has a rather odd habit of speaking about the world and such as if she is just an observer passing through, and doesn’t really belong on earth. This is also probably a result of her first years of life in isolation from the cat world. She posses an unusual amount of knowledge of humans, without really knowing that much. Part of this is her just getting used to the oddities of mankind while spending time with thousands of them on a single ship. She has a good sense of humans who are kind, and those who aren’t (at least who would be to her). But, she also doesn’t especially like humans, and enjoys freedom. Though she is fine with humans, she is the almost exact opposite with other cats. She sort of acts like they aren’t the same species as her. Some might think that she is giving them the silent treatment a lot, though she just doesn’t speak to other cats very well. She didn’t have anybody to talk to aboard the human ship. Though, she rather likes to fight, mostly for the sport of it. Not that she’s a mean cat. Asphalt usually attaches to one or two people, and stay with them. Sometimes it is hard for her to make such friends, though, as she always has an odd outlook on the world, and odd habits other cats may not be used to. She is very ‘loyal’ in a sense, though she just sticks by people who accept her most of the time, out of fear of losing them. Asphalt usually feels that, ever since she found this ‘new cat world’ she’s not really doing what she’s supposed to. Though she usually shakes it off and carries on with life, sometimes it’ll catch up to her for a few days. Despite the cats she hooks onto, she often feels lonely, and understands other cats don’t usually understand her, even friends, and feels even lonelier. In some ways, she her mind is a bit younger than her body, because of her years away from cats. One last odd thing about her, that probably comes from her not having anyone to talk to for the first long while of her life. Asphalt talks about everything in the present tense, and as if it was happening right now. She sorta thinks that way, too. Like, if she was saying yesterday was a really nice day, she’ll say ‘yesterday is nice’, and stuff like that. Though she knows something didn’t happen two years ago, she’ll talk about it like it just happened, or maybe still is happening. Which can throw some people off. Image: Your OOC Name: Xana Other Characters On the Site: Nest Shatterwind