Post by wilder on May 18, 2009 15:43:10 GMT -5
Name: Bird Oakmoss
Date of Birth: September 20th 2008
Sexual Preference: Unknown yet
Status: Not Neutered
Coat Color: Ginger
Coat Pattern: Tabby
Eye Color: Brown-Hazel
Fur Length: Medium
Appearance Extra: None
History:When summer was coming to a close, and fall was threatening the earth. A litter of seven kittens was born under the big old house porch. The mother, Yew Oakmoss was checking all her kittens and licking the sticky liquid off of thier coats. There were six females, they all were healthy; thier father, Rowan Oakmoss wasn't present. He'd gone off hunting just a half-hour ago, talk about unlucky coincedence. The last kit was a male, scrawny and thin; clearly the runt of the litter. The mother sighed and tucked him closer to her milk, she'd have to keep a special eye on this one.
When the father returned to the house, a vole in his jaws; the human kits were already squeeling over the kittens. Suggesting names like Barbie, Fuzzy, Midgit and Skinny. He rolled his eyes and crept past them to give his mate the prey, they screamed when they say the vole. "They are so spazzy." Rowan muttered under his breath, he knew he was supposed to love the human children; but he just wasn't feeling it. The mother smiled warmly at her kits and brushed thier backs' with her tail-tip as she spoke thier names. It was always the female's job and honor to name the kits, after all she'd been the one to give them life. "Andromeda, Violet, Star, Ripple, Waver, Muse, and I can't decide for this little one." She said resting on the smallest ginger kit, the only tom. "Something special," Yew reminded as her mate thought. "Bird," The father said, remembering the singing feather-balls. "But for the freedom." He said assuring his mate's uncertian look. She nodded, "Bird, my small one." She said lovingly.
They were being taught to hunt, by thier father. He was crouched on the forest floor, whiskers twitching, ears, eyes and mind alert. The girls were eagerly imitating his hunting crouch, giggling and pushing each other over. They were bigger then Bird, by an inch or so, but still Bird longed to be the biggest. The tallest and best. He dropped his gaze from the human den around thirrty yards away from the wooded glen and tried to imitate his father's stance. He fell over to the whoops and laughter of his sisters. He got up, enraged; "Don't laugh!" He yelled, eyes flaring. They were relentless so he threw himself at the nearest one. He rolled over the ground with his sister locked in his teeth, when he tasted blood he let go imediately. "He bit me!" His sister, Muse said accusingly, licking her shoulder in an attempt to staunch the flow of blood. Thier father stepped in and gave Bird a lecture about manners and temper control, any one could tell he was upset, but maybe also a little proud? Pleased? That his only son had stood up against other cats picking on him.
"What do you think a cloud is?" Violet asked Bird, her amber eyes intently fixed on the sky. "I don't know, maybe a cat who died and now he can fly." Bird answered, it was nice to be able to have some quiet time with Violet. She was quiet then added, "When I die, I want to become a river." Bird thought that over, she was right we're all going to die someday. Bird had just never thought much of it.
When he came into the den, he was greeted with purrs and licks from his mother, father, and six sisters. He was enveloped in the warm atmosphere of his home and he purred and licked everyone back.
"I hear laughing," Muse said to Bird solemnly. She was the thinker, the quiet one. Bird listened and heard the human family that owned them break into laughter again. "What do you think they're so happy about?" He asked, looking into the cloudy window, speculating. "Maybe they don't need a reason." Muse said simply.
Besides the occansional outbreak of temper and hurtful words, Bird lived a very happ three months, untill the owners started taking the kits out of thier damp home under the porch and showing them to neighbors and distant family. Then one awfull, rainy day; Muse disapeered. Their mother was devastated, she couldn't bear seeing her kits suffer. Even though they were nearly old enough to out on thier own. The next night the cat family was called together. "Children," Rowan said in a monotone. "Our owners are selling you. To surrvive you must run away from here." Bird sat stunned, trying to make sense of what his father had just said. "But why?" Andromeda asked, voiceing the question that had burning all thier tounges.
"We've been doing some snooping," Yew said sadly. "Your not going anywhere good. You need to leave so you can be free." All the kittens were shaking thier heads; no. Bird broke the silence, "Where would we go without you?" By you he meant his whole family, even though they annoyed the hell out of him sometimes, he loved them to death. "Oh." Yew took a shap intake of breath, then let it out in a wail of sadness.
The next morning, after one more sleep curled around another figure, Bird's father took him out alone to talk to him. "Take care of you sisters, Bird." He said, sadness tainting every word. "I will." Bird promised solomnly, meaning it with every fiber in his body. He touched his parents with the tip of his tail and then ushered his sisters away; away from all they'd ever known.
The next week they all lay curled by the bak of a river, the sand was soft under-paw and made a nice bed. They were tired from the long days and scarce prey hunts. "G'night." Bird mumbled before he fell into slumber. He heard sleepy mews of the same. The next morning, they were all gone. He awoke to still, quiet air; it was dangerous.
He traveled for days on his own, stumbling over the ground. He cut himself on sharp rocks and fell out of trees. He was a mess, but after a while he came to a new chance; an old road.
Personality:Being the smallest for the majority of his life, That made Bird very headstrong and feisty. He was often bullied and now that turns him into a little rebel of sorts; he likes having rules, but if he doesn't agree with them he won't follow them. In life, he is playing his own game, like it or lump it for you. Since he lost his footing in a tree and fell out, he's become very self-concious, he's afraid to fail at things because he doesn't want to get embarassed. He's not sure if girls are in the picture yet, for dating at least. He is the farest thing from sexist, he grew up around six tom-boy sisters and knows how tough they can be. He was raised very well and has manners, he'll be polite (not to mention cold) when you first meet him. Not throwing smartass remarks at you like a gangsta. He talks with a slight english accent, seeing as his mother was from britian.
For this little guy he has one hell of a temper, he gets riled up by the tiniest of things or comments. He was often ignored because he was one of seven so he feels a need to be seen. You could say he loves being in the spotlight; but really he doesn't. Bird's a background guy, sort of. He likes being noticed though, he is very cynicle when you first meets him. He acts rude and obnoxious, but we all think thats just an act. For one who has had pleanty of downs in his life he has tons of hope left for the future, he is a hoper, if not an optimist. He has no friends but he'll share his dreams with any one he gets close enough to.
When you see Bird for the first time, he'll be very withdrawn and seemingly heartless. But after a while of being fairly nice to him, he'll open up to you; reveling the true Bird, sweet and kind. But that might take a while.
For a while Bird might seem hostile, but really he was raised to be weary around strangers. He likes the idea of a friend but won't go to the trouble of making one. He loves his lost sisters more then anything and is still looking out for them, as he promised his father. He misses his parents too, and sometimes he asks himself what the hell am I doing with my life?
As for smarts, Bird really isn't interested in that kind of thing. He likes looking at big things like the earth and wondering how it all got here. How did cats and humans end up on the green and blue planet in the first place?
As for mood swings, Bird is in the middle, he is sometimes moody and depressed and other times joyful and content. Misuse of Bird could be deadly, if you try to use him, he'll smack you and never look back. He also knows how to hold a grudge, god, he's held one for quite a while. Overall, Bird is sweet candy hidden in the bitchy-ist snake you can find.
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