Harbor Spitthorns

[sorcha]

Name: Harbor Spitthorns Gender: female Date of Birth: November 11, 2006 Height: 44 cm from nose to tail, 17 cm from paw-pads to ear tips Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Age: 21 1/2 months old Coat Color: black Coat Pattern: tortie Eye Color: yellow Fur Length: springy: short but thick Appearance Extra: short legs and tail, but not so short as to be Munchkin-breed-like. History: Michelle was in love. No, not with Michael, her new husband that blissful Tuesday. But with a dock cat she'd seen strolling down the path by the shore in New York during their honeymoon. The torti had been fighting a bird for a scrap of food, a rather doped up gull who looked like he'd had one too many McDonald's french fries. At the time she had no name; dock-cats didn't have names. She was living on her own at last, finally 9 months old. Michelle wanted her, though. And what Michelle wanted, Michael gave her, because whatever Michael wanted Michael got. She was fearless, separating her from all the other dock cats at the tender age of 9 months young. Unfortunately for the poor free cat fearlessness always has a price in the wild and she was easily caught. Soon the people had civilised her body and given her a pettish name: Silk, softly manufactured and elegantly beautiful. Things Silk had never been and swore never to be. Her wild spirit frusterated Michelle; little Silk didn't want laze upon her lap in the sunshine, didn't want to eat her kibble, didn't play well with the dogs. Eventually toms came bounding to the house equally as rebellious as the tiny torti, and it took Michael weeks to get rid of the litter. Silk scratched, Silk whined, Silk ran, Silk destroyed all the nice furniture in the contemporary condo the couple shared. Michelle refused to get rid of her. She barely let Michael dispose of the kittens. She wanted them for the same reason she wanted the little torti who mothered them; Michelle wanted children desperately and knew she was never going to get them. Guilty, Michael caved. They were beautiful and Silk loved them with all her heart. They were golden and soft, with lovely eyes that sparkled like sunlight. She gave them strong, noble names: Griffon Roost, Ubastian Roost, and... well, she allowed Michelle to name one Butterscotch (Roost!) since she had been kind to Harbor. However, the teenage mom of 16 months at their birth had been lied to by Bayham Roost their father, who left her behind instead of fulfilling his promises of everlasting happiness, and for the first three months of her kittens' lives Silk dutifully raised them alone. However, Silk was not the only one to surprise with bountiful offspring. Michelle did not even realise as she begged her husband for the lives of her cat's children that she was not only fertile... but pregnant. In fact, Michelle didn't find out until the beginning of the third trimester. And the kittens had to go. Silk begged her three-month old babies to remember their names, who they were, and to what world they truly belonged. 'Scotch Roost, now a barn kitten, is the only one who did. Griffon and Ubastian are now just boring Maxx and Gordo. Two months later (that is, present time) Meagan Larissa was born, the couple's pride and joy. However, Michael was afraid for her safety, as he should have been. So Silk had to go, no asking Michelle. She was dropped off at the Old Road one day not to go home since. But contrary to Michelle's wails and tears, Silk was not unhappy. In fact, she'd been waiting for the escape her entire life, though she still misses the sea. Thus, the small cat quickly renamed herself Harbor, and has been here ever since. Personality: Ms. Spitthorns strikes one as a skittish, violent kitty full of spit and swagger. Someone you don’t want to mess with not because of what she could do to you, but because of what she will. Harbor will lash out after one taunt and is easy to get into a fight with. Her short-temperedness and paranoia come first to the surface, then her pride. The combination of pride and paranoia makes it difficult for her to openly follow orders. She’s not a people person (figuratively I mean), and very difficult to work with. Her words suggest that she thinks more highly of herself than any could deserve. Harbor is cocky, yes, and has a tongue even sharper than her constantly brandished claws. However, if one gets a compliment from Harbor, they’ll immediately understand after just a few moments of knowing her that she truly means it. An interesting thing about Harbor is that she will take the initiative if needed. While she does seem like she’d like conflict, this is surprising to some that she is willing to step out and expose herself to the hurts of the world, especially those who’ve gotten to know her best as just Harbor Spitthorns, not the sharp-tongued tortoiseshell she portrays to everyone else. This is because she feels more comfortable there, fighting, doing something, anything. Harbor needs to do something. She can’t slow down or she’s afraid she’ll start to fall, like a plane above the ocean. Simply put, she doesn’t want to to drown in her anger, her sorrow. Because Harbor is angry, and she’ll use it as fuel, but it gives her a fear of peace it’s become so ingrained within her. She couldn’t tell you why she’s angry… just that she’s always been. If you cared to pull back the first impression, you might see that Harbor’s a fearful cat, and protective of all that she has. Despite all her sauntering the arrogance is just an act. She’s still a little abused kitten below, who wants a mommy to take care of her. Dock cats are like street kids; they don’t get a childhood. Harbor doesn’t want to let people in because she’s afraid they’ll be able to hurt her more, but at the same time she desperately wants others in her life to fill in the holes of her heart. But one would really be starting to get to know Harbor when they see that her paranoia is not only from her upbringing, but from her despair that things can never be “just so.” She’s an idealist whose life has brought her to a jarring reality. This is why she doesn’t want to stop moving; she doesn’t want to think about how desolate the world is. She’s angry because she’s a nihilist and believes her dreams are futile. And yet… she still hasn’t completely given up on finding Eutopia. Harbor wants to protect the weak, and give them leverage against the strong. She wants to protect everyone, stop the pain, make it all go away so everyone can live in peace and let live in peace. Image: Your OOC Name: Sorcha Other Characters On the Site: N/A