Spice Gingersnap

[thekrab2]

Name: Spice GingerSnap Gender: female Date of Birth: August 30th, 2007 Height: 19cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Ginger Coat Pattern: Tabby Eye Color: Amber Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: She's slim and very sleek, and her limbs look long and graceful, despite not being very tall. History: She was born in the shelter, her mother being a pregant rescued who had been saved from a collasping house. She had never seen her mother much, after she was weaned she was snatched away and sold to some crack couple who didn't know what the back of their hand looked like. Life was tough, but two other cats were there, too, and at least it gave her company, and some type of parental figures. She learned that life was long, the longest thing you had, but you couldn't treat it like that, but like the best thing ever, which it was. You had to be spontanious, and not mope around like some drugged mule. You couldn't let the minor things get to ya, and you could only push the big fella's away and keep on rolling, which the young ginger she-cat striver to always do. One of Spice's goals was when she was little was to get outdoors as much as possible, to keep active and to not ever stop finding out new things. She always had found herself interested in moving vehicles, and it almost cost her her life a few times, but she still didn't stay away. When Spice turned six months old, her humans had decided they had enough of their cats, and dumped each of them off in seperate locations. Being dumped at such a young age, but being so witty, she learned the stray life quickly, although not without her fair share of mishaps. Being rather short, but certainly not stocky, the little femme was fast, and could run out man of her attackers. She couldn't count how many dogs had lunged at her, and how many owls and hawks had tried to swoop her up. She remembered one time, out of hunger, and at the meek age of seven months old, she had tried to invade a chicken coup, and encountered a fox also in the same process. The fox had been rather arrogent, and dim-witted, apparently, and decided to go after the ginger she-cat instead of one of the multiple chickens scattered about the coop. But it wasn't really the fox she had to worry about. While she was climbing the fence running from the fox, the farmer had just happened to walk outside, and caught the fox barking madly and pulling himself over the fence. Spice turned, seeing the human to have some type of cannon held in his arms, and bolted when the first shot was fired. It sounded just like thunder! But being the curious brat she was ,Spice decided to hide behind the barn and see what was going to happen next, only to watch the fox become blown to bits. The next four months of her life was rather dull, she chose to hunt rats instead, or pigeons if she ever managed to pin one down, and tended to stay away from the Chicken Coop. She now is even more of an explorer, and is searching for friends, and maybe, for love. And of course, adventure and fun! Personality: Spice is fun. Pure fun. Being slightly perverted, yet whole hearted, and full of undrainable energy. She is a great kit to hang around with, and its predicted you will have buckets full of fun and excitment. While being so entergetic, she can have her serious moments, espcially when times do become calling for so. She's rather humble, too, and is often more shy around other she-cats then toms, which sounds strange, but is only due to her tomboy attitude. Speaking of which, Spice isn't one afriad to romp around with the males, and isn't afraid to stand up for what she believe's in, no matter what the cost. She believes life should be lived with not your whole purpose to live another day, but to have fun in believing in what you believe in. Her courage is rather high, melting in with what I was saying before, but I cannot say her common sense matches it. Spice is one to get distracted easily, and sometimes would just rather get away and find some butterfly to pounce upon the listen to her friend jabber on. One of her old owners commented that she might have ADD, whatever that was. And although her common sense ain't the greatest, she's a quick witted kitty, and likes to solve problems or "mysterious". She loves going on adventures with a passion, and loves to talk about absolutely nothing of value. When she does happen to get serious, she often gets really quiet, or really talky and jittery. She has mixed emotions. When things are dead serious, she stays hushed, and either lays in a tiny ball or sits like a stone, not saying a word. When things are just tense, she'll chitter on about un-important things, waiting for the other in the conversation to pick up off her blab and spark a new, and exciting conversation. Even sometimes, when the ole' convo gets dull, she aggravate at the other, then say something silly like, "Lets play tag!" And beat them with her tail and scuttle off. And when I say, "Slightly perverted", I don't mean she's some freak who hunches over kitty porn and "touches" herself. But, when a tom is handsome, then gosh darn it, he's handsome! She isn't going to deny it or anything, not at all. Basically, she's that all around she-cat with a hint of spice, and a wild side. Image: Haven't made a manip, Photoshop is down. TT________TT;; Your OOC Name: the krab, krabbie, den krabbe Other Characters On the Site: Faux IcyHeart