Wolf Sharpstone

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Name: Wolf Sharpstone Gender: Male Date of Birth: March 10th, 2006 Height: 24 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not neutered Coat Color: Brown Coat Pattern: Tabby Eye Color: Gold Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: A scar that goes all the way around his front left foreleg (explained in history). History: Wolf’s mother was a house cat who had always been pampered. Her humans seemed to spend all of their time looking after her. Her tabby fur glowed, her eyes shone. They were absolutely disgusted when they had discovered that their precious cat was pregnant. They assumed that when they had let their cat out in the fenced-in backyard, a more agile male stray had managed to jump the fence. That was their assumption, and for the most part, it was correct. Kittenhood Wolf was the most energetic kitten out of the litter of five. There were only two of that litter who had tabby markings like their mother, however wolf was nearly an exact copy of their mother. They had the same eyes, same body, same colors, same markings. The only thing they didn’t have in common was their personalities. While their mother was a laid-back, go-with-the-flow cat, Wolf was the complete opposite at this stage. The humans cared for them, but the cats had no idea that they would soon be put up for adoption. Their mother would tell them about the life their father lived as a stray. These stories would never get old to Wolf. He would hear the same stories about how his father caught his own food, got into fights, and ran from hostile humans over and over again without getting bored. Whenever he asked their mother to tell them a story about the life of a stray, the others in the litter would groan and go off to play while Wolf listened intently, always looking for a detail he missed last time. He would always try to find a way out of the house and onto the streets. “I’m going to be a stray like dad,” he would boast to his litter mates, pushing his chest out and holding his head high. He would always dream about escaping, and then finding his dad who would teach him how to hunt mice and catch fish and jump over fences. He always waited for the day that this would come. When Wolf was about two months old, one of his brothers whom he was very close with became deathly ill with some sort of problem inside of him. He couldn’t keep down food, and his legs were so weak that he couldn’t walk. After a day of this, the humans took him away and they never saw him again. This hit Wolf hard. He went into a deep depression for weeks, refusing to talk to anyone and only eating when he might pass out from hunger. This was Wolf’s first real loss, but there were many more to come. Adolescence Eventually, the four kittens grew up. They were seven months old. Wolf had grown out of his always-happy personality and had become calmer, more calculating. There was no more room in the human house for them, especially since the two humans had had a human kit a week earlier. The kittens, the humans decided, had to go. Now. So they took their cat crates, coaxed the kittens into them, and set them up in the back of the humans’ pick-up truck. Their mother watched them curiously from the second floor window, meowing to them as the kittens wondered where they were going. After a few minutes, the kittens felt a jerk, and then they were moving. As they rode in the back of the truck, Wolf noticed that his cage’s lock was broken. He head-butted the cage’s door when they had come to a stop at a red light, and it swung open. He yowled in triumph, and walked out. Without stopping to say good bye to his littermates for fear of the truck starting forward again, he jumped off the truck and sped away. He was a stray cat now, like he had always wanted. Now he could find his father and start a new life. He soon found that this wouldn’t be easy, though. He had no idea where to look, and he kept getting lost in the unfamiliar territory. He didn’t know how to hunt or find food. He was still a house cat, just not in a house. One night, he found a dump with lots of food and human trash in it. He gobbled down whatever food he could find, and then fell asleep not too far away in some woods in an old badger set. In the middle of the night, he felt a prodding at his shoulder and sleepily opened his eyes. Next to him was a pretty tourtise she-cat, looking at him curiously. ”Hi,” She had said to him, ”You’re sleeping in my house.” After that, Wolf and his new friend, named Daisy, became inseparable. They were best friends. Daisy, who had been born a stray, taught wolf the skills he needed to survive in his new environment. Months passed as they hunted, made some friends, and had a good time. Those few months were the best time of his life. Adulthood Eventually, after spending nearly seven months with Daisy, they became mates. They had been so close as friends that it wasn’t really a huge transition to being mates for them. They had just made it official that they were, indeed, mates. Wolf was now two years old, and he was loving being a stray. He hadn’t found his father yet, but he still held onto a faint hope that he would find him someday. One day, Daisy and Wolf decided to visit the dump for the first time since two weeks ago when they had found some stale pizza. They were rummaging through the forest, Wolf some ways away from Daisy on the other side of a different pile of garbage, when he heard a terrible yowl of terror come from Daisy. He immediately stopped what he was doing and raced over to where she was, and stared in horror as he saw her being dragged away by a shiny metal thing. Attached to that metal thing, or rather holding it, was a human. Wolf snapped out of his panic and rushed in to save Daisy. The human didn’t know what bit him. Wolf had bitten his ankle, hard. The human dropped the metal leash, letting Daisy free momentarily. But he wasn’t going to lose to a few cats. He quickly picked up a net and smacked it down over the dazed Daisy. Trapped and confused, she struggled to get out, only making it worse. Wolf wasn’t finished with the human. He let go of his ankle and jumped on his chest, raking his claws down the human. Yelling, the human took Wolf by the scruff and threw him off. Then the human took another metal leash and tried to get it around wolf, who was trying to get up from his fall. However, the human missed Wolf’s head and instead got it around his leg. Wolf clawed the garbage, dragging himself away with his claws, but the human had other ideas in mind. He pulled back on the leash, hard, causing it to cut into Wolf’s skin, giving him the scar he has today. But then, the human dragged the leash the other way, catching wolf off-guard and flipping him onto his back. The human grabbed another net and put it over the struggled Wolf. Wolf and Daisy were trapped. They struggled and struggled, but the triumphant human got his way. He put them into cages, the locks weren’t broken this time, and drove away. They ended up at a pound. Daisy had been separated from Wolf. They meowed to each other from different cages, but they couldn’t hear each other too well over the chatter of the other cats and the parking of the dogs in a separate area. They were miserable. They were used to being able to go wherever they like, the world as their home, and now they were confined to a little shiny box. One day, a human female came in to see the cats. Wolf watched her, and when she got close to Daisy’s cage, yowled and hissed at her. The human was startled, but not put-off by Wolf. She talked with a man who was always there except for on certain days of the week, and he nodded, brining Daisy out of the cage and putting her into a cardboard box. Wolf yowled and ran in circles and meowed at Daisy, who did the same back. But the humans took no notice of them. The last thing Wolf saw of Daisy was her pink and white nose, sticking out of a hole in the cardboard box. Wolf was devastated. His second loss. He barely moved all day. He would stare out of his cage, the noises dissolving around him until it was only him in the world. Only him. It used to always be only him and Daisy. Now it was just him. No one else. How much time went by before he was taken out of his cage and put into a car? A week? A week and a half? He didn’t know. And when he was put into a colorful box with tiny air holes poked into it, he didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care. His life was over. The box was opened an hour later. Wolf looked up. All he saw was big blue eyes, staring at him. And then he was grabbed tightly and picked up roughly from the box. He was pressed against a human kit’s chest, and then dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. The kit followed, squealing with delight. Wolf looked at him curiously. What was he doing to him? The kit picked him up, fully-grown humans watching with delight on their faces. The humans talked to each other in what was gibberish to Wolf, and then the kit squealed again and brought Wolf outside. The kit rolled a ball to him, and Wolf looked at it half-heartedly before looking at the kit. The kit started to cry, and the grown humans rushed to comfort him. Wolf looked around him. There was a fence keeping him in this prison. Could he jump it? Suddenly, he remembered the stories of his father that his mother used to tell him. How he could leap a fifty-foot high fence without even trying. Wolf’s ears went back. Could he be as great as his father? Well, he should at least try. He took a running start at the fence, braced himself, and jumped. He got his front paws on the top of the wooden fence, and dug his claws in. He heaved himself up, and jumped down to the other side without the humans even noticing. He was free. He ran down the side of the road to the life he once lived as a stray. Personality: Wolf, at first, comes off as a serious cat who doesn’t have time for fun. He comes off as a cat who puts pride above everything else. But really, he just doesn’t want to get close to anyone. He has been taken away from so many different people and cats and places that he doesn’t trust very lightly. You really have to take the time to know him, not just a quick hello every now and again. After you really spend time with him and he starts to let you in, he won’t do a complete turn around, but he’ll definitely be different. You’ll see a kind cat that is genuinely nice. A cat who fiercely defends what he believes in and doesn’t take no for an answer. Someone who will tell you ‘Yes, those jeans do make your butt look big.’ He usually just says the first thing that comes to his mind; he can’t be bothered to take a few extra seconds and see the consequences of what he says. This has given him some trouble in the past, of course. But Wolf calls this complete honesty. Not twisting your thoughts into words, but saying your thoughts as they come. The only way to describe him is a leader. He takes others’ opinions into consideration, of course, but ultimately, he’ll do what he thinks is best, even if he has no one supporting his decision. He works with a cool head and does what he wants to do. And if you don’t like that, that’s your problem. You’ll just have to deal with it. His attitude on life is to face it head on and bend the rules until they break. No shortcuts or collect $200 when you pass Go. That’s not what life is about. To him, it’s challenges that you either deal with and move on, or dwindle over and fail. A kind of harsh reality, but that’s how Wolf sees it. Pass or fail and no in-between. When Wolf gets angry, he doesn’t yell or scream. He quietly fumes and, when he does talk, he talks in a monotone whisper with zero emotion being displayed. He doesn’t get angry over little things, but he does let you know whenever he has a problem with something. To sum Wolf up: He’s a nice guy once you get to know him. At first he comes off as a cat that you don’t want to get to know, and that’s exactly his plan, but it’s worth it to get to know him. Image: www.adoptapet.org/archives/marcus.jpg (It wouldn’t let me change the eye color when I tried to put it in photoshop. O.o) i162.photobucket.com/albums/t250/innermagic/Avatars/mourn.png Your OOC Name: Yoyo Other Characters On the Site: Juniper Stormfeather