Hawk Shadeleaf

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Name: Hawk Shadeleaf Gender: tom Date of Birth: Nov. 4 2007 Height: 23 cm Sexual Preference: straight Status: not neutered Coat Color: ginger Coat Pattern: spotted Eye Color: Amber Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: nothing History: The first thing he remembers in his life is being in a pet store and looking out at the people on the other side of the glass. There were five others with him, two he knew by scent were his kin. He must have been about 6 weeks old at this point because he also remembers being given regular food and not wanting the taste of his mother's milk anymore. Soon the other kittens disappeared and new ones were added, he knew at one point that he was at the bottom of the litter and then for a couple of days he was at the top. This lasted for about a month, only him and his brother were left un-picked until he was, as fate had it, picked out of the box and never put back in. The hand that carried him to the room was not gentle, he was held roughly in the light so that the humans could look at him and decide to get him or not. A box suddenly appeared beneath his kicking legs and then he was dropped inside with a startled mew, to slow to leap out before it closed over him. He waited, letting out a few mews just to feel better about himself before the box opened and he was taken out before, much to his anger, he was dumped into an even smaller box and shoved roughly so that he fell over. At first he cried but then decided it was better to stop, the box seemed to always shake when he started to speak out in his anger. He waited for what seemed like hours until a scream brought him to his senses and the box was lifted into the air and shook vigorously. To shocked to speak he could only cringe and look up as the box opened and he could see the face of a small boy. bunching his muscles underneath him he waited, twitching his tail in a friendly manner before leaping out of the box with a wail and landing on the floor in bewilderment as to his surroundings. Pain flashed up his spine and he spun around to see a hand pulling his tail, deciding enough was enough he unsheathed his claws and did his business until the boy let go and he was hoisted roughly into the air once more. Not being able to move he went limp and waited to see what would happen until he was wacked on the rump and locked in a room for a day. The rest is boring seeing as he was once more introduced to the child and neither would have anything to do with each other. Thus being done the parents waited till Easter and tried again, this time with a dog. A success being that the dog kept the boy occupied and the cat out of the way. Hawkasaurus, as named so by the boy, now went by plain old Hawk, and that's what he was, a plain old house cat until he was to boring for the parents and they had had enough of him three months later. Once more he was dumped into the car and driven off until he was let out on the side of the street in a plume of dust left all alone to his own defenses at the age of just over 10 months. Personality: He is a bit of a loner but does not mind the company of others. His taste for food lacks the better qualities that set him apart from house-cats and their pickiness, if a beatle crosses his path it doesn't make it to the other side. His fur is kept mainly because he has spare time and doesn't like looking like crap, or smelling like it when he goes to sleep. He doesn't sleep a lot, he is mostly out exploring but away from humans, his interest for them goes no-where unless he is hungry and there's no mice around. When he is hunting he is skillful but lucky as well...mostly lucky, his speed comes with him also being a klutz and a poor fighter. He would rather taunt and run away then stay to face the consequences. This however all changes when it comes down to protecting somone for friendship. He may come off as unloyal but to those he loves he is the most loyal cat in the world, or at least he tries to be. When he puts his mind to something he tries to finish it but his mind often strays away to other things if he is bored. He wants to become a true hunter and learn to fend for himself but he sometimes wishes that he was back with the boy and the kibble, the kibble that was so good and easy to eat. He thinks this always to his dismay and is his one secret that he would never tell anyone for fear of losing what little dignity he has left. His heart is not on his sleeve and he would never fall for just anyone but he has never thought of starting a family or anything like that because of his age. Even though he lacks hunting skills and he is small he will grow and as he does he plans to move as far as he can from the humans. This is as he puts it a way to live free but he is really trying to run from his past and from his memories that haunt him every day causing him to seem weird and shy in front of others who's hearts and paws have hardened from living on the streets. His social habits are lacking and his poise and etiquette definitely need work but he likes who he is and will forever be plain and simple Hawk. Being dumped on the streets at such a young age has forced him to fend for himself which has changed him in that he can be too trusting sometimes and he is usually hungry because he can't hunt that well. To sum it all up he is neither a great hunter or a pampered housecat he is just a cat that got lucky and survived. Image: Your OOC Name: hazey Other Characters On the Site: none