Name: Sparrow Breezewing Gender: Female Date of Birth: March 13, 2006 Height: 21 cm. Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed
Coat Color: Gray Coat Pattern: White Splotch Eye Color: Bright Hazel Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: None
History: When Sparrow was born, she was the only kit in her litter, and she was so small that the people that owned her mother thought of killing her and getting it over with, but their little girl thought differently. She had convinced her parents to put Sparrow in a box and put her outside where a passerby could see her and take her home. Days passed...Then weeks, and nobody had taken Sparrow out of the box. She was fed and kept healthy by the people, but she only ever went inside when it was raining or got too cold. She barely knew her mother, Sound, and when she did see her Sound payed little attention.
When someone did finally pick up Sparrow from the box, it was a middle-aged man. The small gray kitten in the box had caught his eye from across the street, and he had decided to take her home with him. Sparrow feared most people, and the stranger taking her off the ground did nothing to help her timid nature.
Sparrow was pressed against the man's bodice, under his jacket, while she rode to his home. She couldn't help thinking of what the man's home would be like, and if there were any other cats there. With her thoughts also came fears. Would she be treated well, or abused and treated like a disliked toy, like she already had.
The man's home was nothing like she hoped, the exact opposite, actually. The most she had hoped for was a neat and tidy space for her to live, and something comfier than a cardboard box for her to sleep in. What she got was a small apartment, filled with garbage strewn everywhere and clothes hanging from almost everything. The man set her down on the stained carpet, said something to her in a soft voice, and walked away. She was left alone, by herself, in a strange, unsanitary place. The scent of cat was strong, and she could already see the glowing eyes popping out of piles of garbage and clothing. What kind of place had she been brought to?
Her life wasn't so bad after all. Most of the cats in the small apartment were solitary, liking their own small space that they usually stayed in. All the cats only came together when the man brought them food, which was once every day. The man had five cats in all, three males and two females. Sparrow had become used to the conditions she had been forced into, and knew where it was safe to go and where she would have been attacked. All the cats, except for her, were aggressive, and there were very few quarrels.
One day, though, everything changed. The cats waited and waited, and got hungrier and hungrier, but their food never came. One cat went to find the man, but he said the man was sleeping, and wouldn't move when he was nudged.
It had been three days, and the man had still not left his bed. The cats were skinny, and starving, but still they waited. Sparrow was starting to think, and when she thought she feared. She started scrabbling around in the garbage for food, but nothing came up. The only food in the house was out of reach. The cats had started making noise at the door, to maybe attract some attention. Someone had eventually came to the door, tried to open it, but it was locked. The person had left, and the cat's hopes shrank into nothing. Sparrow was getting sick of it.
Eventually, more people came to the door and broke it in. They wore neat uniforms. The cats stayed hidden, afraid of the visitors. When the people left, they took the man with them in some sort of movable bed. They had his face covered and one arm hung limp, and the cats suspected the worst. he had died. One of the people had gotten down the food and poured some into a bowl. The cats fought until there was nothing left. Sparrow was still starving, but she had started conjuring a plan to get herself out of there.
In the middle of the night, Sparrow had started clawing at the window. The glass was thin and cracked, and she thought it was time. Sparrow backed up, and ran headfirst at the window. the glass shattered, and she landed on the fire escape. The other cats had heard her and had come to look through the shattered glass. Sparrow's head was cut and bruised, but barely bleeding. She continued down the fire escape until she reached the ground. She was free, and needed to find some food. Personality: Sparrow is a timid cat who is afraid of almost anything. She'd rather flee than fight every time, no matter what the situation, whether for food or life. She enjoys her solitude, having grown up in it, even though she was in close proximity of other cats. She enjoys silence and the sound of the wind in her ears, and doesn't mind the tall buildings or rough ground of the city. She fears empty space.
Sparrow's quick mind that got her freedom also gives her fear. She looks at every side of a situation, what different choices she has and what those choices will bring. She is able to find all of a mouse's escape routes and all of the ways she can attack it. She can do this while hunting something, and is so quiet the mouse would never see her. She can stay still for minutes at a time, the flick of an ear not even giving her away. She is nimble and is able to find small hiding places in which she can squeeze herself.
Sparrow doesn't like being approached, and if she hears you coming she can disappear within seconds. Her timid nature helps her mind work faster and find more or better options. She has her own little bubble in which she is comfortable being around others as long as they don't get too close. Her bubble is very large, however.
If you do meet Sparrow then you will find that she rarely stops watching you with those large glittering hazel orbs. She looks for any sign of weakness, fear, aggression, anger, happiness, any emotion you can think of. If anything makes her nervous or jittery you'll find her looking around every which way. Her ears won't stop twitching, searching for sound, and her tail is constantly twitching. It's hard to get her to calm down then.
Once nervous it doesn't take much to get Sparrow to panic. Once panicked it takes a lot to get her to say anything or even look towards you. Instead of having the jitters, every part of Sparrow's body with freeze except for her eyes and ears, usually scanning the area.
If you happen to meet Sparrow and get her to stay calm you could have trouble getting her tot rust you. She lived in a box for most of her life, and when she wasn't in a box she was in mostly darkness. Not a very good childhood. Her mother barely payed attention to her, and she felt abandoned. She likes to feel closed in, away from the pain of her childhood and away from the pain that could come.
Your OOC Name: Lexi Other Characters On the Site: I might create a character for her father, or just some other cat I happen to come up with.