Coon Whitekey

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Name: Coon Whitekey Gender: Male Date of Birth: June 22, 2007 Height: 25 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not neutered Coat Color: Gray Coat Pattern: Tabby Eye Color: Brown Fur Length: Long Appearance Extra: Um how about if I tell you that he trips over his overly puffy tail all the time? Does that count? Because he's gray, but his tail is white. History: Coons mother died when he was two days old. He only had one other sibling, a smaller female, with pretty blue eyes called Bell. Not yet able to be waned, The two were put right into a shelter in hopes that they might be able to find a replacement mother. They were put in a pen that included two other kittens, two males. Their replacement mother, an all black she-cat with glassy green eyes was obviously not ready to be a mother. She was only a year and a half old, and although she was able, she had not planned on having her very own kittens so quickly. The two could walk all over her. She was called Rinali, and her two sons, one black and one dark gray, got their mothers green eyes too. They spent two weeks there, learning to walk and talk. The dark gray one, Jump, was far too aggressive when playing with Bell, biting and scratching. Jump and his black brother, Scratch, were older than the other newborns by a good three weeks, and always tried to push the younger twins around. Coon was very protective of the little gray kitten, keeping her in his line of sight at all times. Neither of them even knew their parents names, they simply remembered their mother giving them first names. No last ones. Rinali, Scratch and Jump were all binded with their second name, Sunfang. The other two decided not to take their last names, although the humans had begun to call Coon by the name Caleb and Bell was called foggy. They were never truly part of that unstable family, and when they were both two months old, they were placed in the proper pens for cats officially up for adoption. They spent time there until one day a young couple came in. They two were running around on the floor playing gently before the woman suddenly reached down and scooped up Bell in long, manicured hands. Inspecting the little kittens disposition, she turned he over to look at her. 'Oh my gawd, she's just the cutest little thing I've ever seen! We'll take her!' She began to announce in a frilly, loud voice, stroking Bell roughly. The little kitten stared down at her brother with big, scared eyes. The normally cheerful blue eyes were now terrified at the prospect of leaving with this pair, and leaving her only friend. And so was Coon. He took off across the room, running at the woman with claws slightly outstretched. She latched onto her woman black designer skirt, climbing up to reach his sister. She was only a few minutes younger, but always seemed like so much more to the both of them. He grabbed his sister by the scruff and half-jumped, half-climbed off of the screaming woman. She had been pulling at his thick gray coat; now she was just waving her hands beside her head in disbelief. They took off through the open door, barely making it over the short block in front of it. She sped at top speed, and adrenaline slowly spread through their blood as dogs in their cages barked madly at the escapees. Three workers chased after them, but the two were too fast. Their luck ran out though as they reached a dead end. Coon stood protectively in front of his quivering twin, growling pathetically at the three volunteers. He was out of breath and tired, and definitely not strong enough to fight off three humans, especially in the state that he was already in. He hissed threateningly, until the first spoke. It was a blonde girl with blue eyes and hair in a short ponytail. 'What can we do? I don't want to turn them in to the management, or they'll be classified as trouble. They won't have the bright future they might still get.' 'Well what else can we do? They're only cats, after all.' A dark skinned male sneered, glaring at the cats. Another male stepped forward, green eyes flashing. He had wavy brown hair that flopped over on his head, but it was clean. His short stubble completed his rogue look. By the look in his eye, Coon could tell he was a friend. 'I'll tell you what I'm going to do.' The other two looked at him expectantly. 'I'm going to take Caleb home. I would take Foggy too, but I just can't afford it. Maybe someone else might take her home before she's taken out of the showing center, where they are open to eyes. But I doubt it, and thats why I think it would be a good idea if Eliza took her. Please,' He added to the blonde woman, and she nodded. 'Ryan's right. I'll take Foggy. I've been thinking about adopting for a long time now, but I just couldn't choose. But now, I guess maybe it was fate. So I guess problem solved. Sorry Sal, none left for you.' The Jamaican man rolled his eyes and she laughed. 'Besides,' Ryan began, 'Now the kittens will be able to visit each other.' He glanced at Eliza and she blushed. The papers were filed and the two went home with their new owners. Coon was happy with Ryan, and the brown-haired man was very good with his gray tabby. Eliza eventually moved in with the two and Bell slept soundly beside her brother. Ryan played the piano. He was very good, and Coon and Bell would sway to the music, climbing up onto the piano and poking at the keys. One day Coon hopped down off of the piano and landed on the keys. It made a horrible racket, and Coon joked with his sister that his tail could almost pass as a key. They laughed about how confused Ryan would be if he tried to play a note that was covered by Coon's tail, but no sound came out. And that's when Bell nicknamed him Whitekey. So he decided to call himself with that last name. It wasn't until nearly two years passed when suddenly everything changed. Ryan came down with a sickness, and was rushed to the hospital. He was pale and eating less and less these days, but neither cats had detected anything strange. But now their owners had come back. Eliza was crying, and telling the cats that thy had to move. 'Where we're going no cats can come. And we have to go, or else Ryan won't ever recover. Foggy, you're going to go with my friend Jane. But Coon...' She broke off with a sob. Picking up the confused gray tom, she got into her car and began to drive. They rode for a long time, not stopping until they came to a road. It was dusty and very old, not even paved as Eliza stepped out. Coon sat uncomfortably in a brown cardboard box and she set him down on to the road. It had begun to rain, and now it was a full-on downpour while the blonde girl kissed Coons gray fur, still crying. She kept apologizing. And so she should, dragging me out into this rain. Now where's Ryan? Why did she even bring me here? Its dinnertime!...Are we going out for dinner or something? He scanned his brain for possibilities until he realized that Eliza had stopped stroking him and was slowly walking towards her car. She was shivering wildly, and then she drove away, leaving Coon in the box in the rain. He watched as the car slowly retreated with a dark look on his face. His owner. His sister. Gone. Because of her. He didn't understand. All he really comprehended about the situation was one thing. He had just been abandoned. [0_0 Overboard on the history. I just couldn't stop typing!] Personality: Head: Coon can be harsh sometimes, but tries to be polite. He likes teaching people, and seems to act differently around kittens, especially female ones. It probably has something to do with his little sister and how strong their bond was, but he's normally polite. He tells it like it is though, and even though he's sarcastic and has that sort of 'I have to see it to believe it' sort of attitude, he tends to be a little drawn-back and sometimes even dark. He's not gloomy, just a little grudging. And though he can sometimes be aggressive and demanding, he tries to keep to himself. But he's occasionally rude, a little mean, but really, he just... misses having a sure home. A family. As a stray cat, he takes it well, hiding in good places. All his instincts and senses are very highly tuned, and he is a good fighter despite his lack of experience. This cat can hunt fairly well, but he's not great and most of the time he ends up rummaging in trash to find his dinner. He is not reckless, careful actually, but unsafe as it is. When it comes to talking to people, he only really ends up being himself if he knows he can trust the person- although he is trustworthy, and can easily keep a secret (he's even a good liar), he is not at all trusting himself. He's not mean. Coon is a little bitter, and he doesn't understand what was going down before Eliza dropped him on the Road. It was like one minute he was with his beloved owner, and the next he was sitting in the rain. Completely alone. Coon doesn't do well around the classic sobbing, damsel-in-distress kind of girl. He will sort of back away, but will feel guilty, even if he didn't even know the cat. And although he's cynical, he does have a conscience. No doubt if he finds something is up or he begins to get interested, a look comes into his eyes and he won't stop 'till he's dead. Or something close to it, at least. That goes do say he keeps his pomises. Heart- Coon would love to settle down with a mate. Kittens may come later, but what he wouldn't give to find someone who truly understands where he comes from is great. He's an intelligent cat, cunning and clever, and manipulative if he wants too, but not malevolent. He just wants to survive, and be in the background. But when he decides maybe he want to go for something, odds point to him getting it. The gray tom can accomplish too much for one cat. If he were human, he would most likely end up taking a job as an international spy. No, a double agent. But this stuff is more for the head category. Anyways, friends-wise, he doesn't keep that many. He's better knowing many and being close with only a few. It's not 'the more the merrier' in this case, although he's not totally anti-social. He's very protective. Even around someone he doesn't really know he might end up defending them. And when it comes to fighting, sure, he's game. Image: Sig ^^ Your OOC Name: Apo Other Characters On the Site: Moon Coldbite