Slate Snowbreeze

[Slate Snowbreeze]

Name: Slate Snowbreeze Gender: Male Date of Birth: December 23 2006 Height: 23 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not neutered Coat Color: Gray Coat Pattern: Spotted Eye Color: Deep blue Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: Slate is, unsurprisingly, almost entirely grey. Almost. There is a white spot on his shoulder, from his father. His mother was a dark grey, his father pure, almost blinding white. History: It's not that Slate didn't like his human family - he loved them! Little Hannah adored him, her mother Alexandra thought he was cute . . . There was something missing. As a kitten, he was adopted by an elderly woman. Everything a young cat could dream of was practically laid on a silver platter at his feet. His "mom" - the woman who cared for him - was named Jane. Jane would let Slate sleep on her lap whenever he pleased, she would play with him even if it triggered aches and pains when she crouched on the floor. "You're a spoiled little boy," Jane would scold whenever Slate got his way with something. "I've got to stop spoiling you so often." Of course, by the time her sentence finished, she was trailing off, captivated by his sparkling blue eyes. Jane knew she loved Slate too much to deny him his every wish. Unfortunately, after six months of living with Jane, she became seriously ill. She left the house less and less (Alexandra would bring groceries) and eventually, Jane stopped leaving her room! Alexandra came and moved into the spare bedroom, living with Jane (whom she called "mother") and Slate. One day, Alexandra came out of Jane's room, carrying the garbage from her dinner. Alexandra put the garbage away, and leaned against the counter. A tear fell down her cheek and Slate leapt up to the kitchen's island counter, concerned. She picked him up, and cuddled him against her. "I'm so scared, Slate. Mother's slowly dying, and she refuses to live the rest of her days anywhere but this house . . ." She paused and tried to muffle a sob with the back of her hand. "You're good for her, you know. you always seem to put her in a good mood." Alexandra stroked Slate's head, and he leaned forward to lick her cheek, as comfortingly as possible. The two of them stayed put for a long while, until Jane called from her room for Slate's company - it was seven-thirty at night, time for her to sleep and she would not do such a thing until her blue-eyed cat was curled up at her side. Three days later, Slate woke up to the sound of ambulances. The whirring sounds of sirens hurt his sensitive ears, and as he got up to complain, he noticed that his Jane was not in the bed. Panicking, he flew in the direction of the door, only to stop when it was closed. Leaning back, Slate unleashed an unearthly wail. It rand through the empty room. Slate continued calling for someone to come get him - anyone - and take him to his Jane. Eventually, he gave up and fell asleep on a pillow. Hours later, Alexandra clicked into the house, not even stopping to pull off her usual heeled shoes. Though this struck Slate as odd, he brushed it aside in favour of the elate feeling that came from the knowledge that finally someone had come to take him to his Jane. The woman who had so patiently cared for her other through her illness carefully stepped through the door, black plastic kennel in hand. Her eyes were red around the rims, and traces of mascara and eyeliner could be seen under them, edging towards her cheek bones. "C'mon, Slate. We're going to take you home." Home? He was home! All he wanted to ask was where exactly Jane was, and could Alexandra please take him there? But she was human. She did not understand his desperate please for help. She pushed him gently into his kennel and closed the metal mesh front. Weeks later, Slate felt empty. he ate, he slept, but something felt wrong without Jane. He loved the family he was living with, and as it was Alexandra's family they had some of Jane's old belongings. Slate would often find himself sleeping on a red rug that used to be in her front hall. Though he was allowed outside, he rarely left the house, not wanting to be far from what was left of his first owner. Eventually, Alexandra decided that SLate needed some excitement in his life. "Honey, come on! Let's just shove him out for twenty minutes! It'll be good for him." Her husband sighed, and then nodded. "Alright . . . just watch him, okay? I'm afraid that he'll run off or something, and Jane wanted us to take care of him, to do what was best. Gosh, sometimes I wonder if she loved that cat more than us!" His tone was teasing, and Alexandra quickly caught on, kissing him quickly on the cheek before he grabbed his laptop computer and headed off for work. Slate found himself being picked up and forced outside. Irritated and confused, he stationed himself in front of the door, batting at teh narrow strip of window that interrupted the white paint. He meowed until minutes after Alexandra had left his line of sight. Giving up, he turned and marched through the back garden, ignoring the flowers and plants. Slate leapt up onto the tall off-white fence, and gazed into the area beyond. He had never really considered leaving, but it might be better than sticking around. he just wasn't . . . happy. Jane wasn't coming back, that much was obvious. With one last, fleeting look at the house he had lived in for the weeks after his Jane had gone, Slate pounced down and disappeared before anyone could notice. Personality: Its quite difficult, for Slate to stay optimistic, but he tries. In his mind, he is better off living in the outdoors than living with humans, so he really puts forth an effort to be happy with his life. He has many friends and acquaintances, because it's very difficult to dislike him. Slate is very quiet, but not so much that he comes off as being anti social. Once he is more comfortable with someone, he can come off as quite bubbly! Sometimes it is difficult to trust others because he is afraid that, like his Jane, they'll leave or disappear. It is easier, though, to get along with humans because he has had good experiences with them. He would, however, run away if a human were to try to put him in a kennel, or take him somewhere. He absolutely despises it when little humans go running to them parents screaming, "Mommy! Daddy! It's a stray kitty! Can we keep him?" Slate always wants to yell, to tell them that he is not a stray cat! "Stray" implied that he did not have a home, and he did. The outdoors. It annoys him because the humans do not understand - just like Alexandra did not fully understand why he was so upset, and then it reminds him of Jane and he is sad for a while. On the other hand, Slate is very, very wary of other animals, especially dogs. Having been barked at a few times, he tries to be super-cautious around them in case one should not be cat friendly. He enjoys the snow, because, to him it is soft and comforting. He doesn't mind the summer, though it is a little too hot quite a bit of of the time. A small victory in the summer battle against the heat is keeping cool by swimming in a stream. Contrary to cat's natural instincts, Slate enjoys the water. Image: Your OOC Name: Storm Other Characters On the Site: Phantom Leafsong