Name: Teasel Eveninglark. Gender: Male. Date of Birth: May 19th, 2007. Height: 25 cm at the shoulder. Sexual Preference: Straight. Status: Not neutered.
Coat Color: Silvery black. Coat Pattern: Solid. Eye Color: Silver. Fur Length: Medium. Appearance Extra: Scar on his jaw that pulls the side of his mouth down.
History: The small black, still blue-eyed kitten opened his eyes to a very fuzzy image of a damp and filthy basement. In the fourteen days it had taken for his eyes to open, he had grown accustomed to the thick mildew scent. His short-haired sisters' eyes had been opened for days. Both had silver tabby coats, like their mother's, but slightly darker, and his mother's fur was long. His mother was skinny, all her ribs showing, and her blue eyes were dulled, but a twinkle of love remained in them. The man upstairs was supposed to take care of his newly-deceased uncle's house, and of the cats, but he slept all day and partied all night. The only food their mother, who was simply named Silver, got from him was his table scraps. Those of which he tossed off the plate down the stairs, and onto the grimy floor.
Their father was a stray called Brier Eveninglark, a short-haired black tom with silver eyes. He would bring scrawny mice as often as he could find them, but in the middle of the city, it wasn't easy. He was a scarred tomcat, and he had to fight over every kill, especially since May was high-time for birthing. Silver struggled, but the kittens stayed alive. When they were six weeks, and mostly weaned, they looked at least almost healthy, and Silver felt certain they would survive, so she named them. She named the smaller female with blue eyes Thistle, and the other with silver eyes Bristle. Her son she name Teasel. Silver feared they would be stuck in this basement until the man completely forgot about them, but their luck turned around. Neighbors called the police one night when the partying upstairs was unbearably loud.
The man was arrested for possession of illegal drugs. When the police searched the house, they found the mother and her kittens. The officer knew that if he took them to the city pound, they would be put down, so instead he asked the neighbors to find homes for them. The elderly couple next door were kind, and the kittens and their mother stayed there until they were nine weeks old, but Teasel never settled into the housecat life. His sisters found homes in the wealthier part of the city, with a couple with two twin girls. The officer showed up and took Silver home to live with him. Another couple took Teasel home. They called him Blacky, a name Teasel refused to call himself. They kept him inside all the time, but Teasel still never settled.
When Teasel was about a year old, the woman got pregnant. They started paying less and less attention to their cat, and then when the baby was born, they put him outside. Teasel made an effort to try and make himself want to stay here, but there was nothing. The humans were so caught up in their new baby, they didn't even notice when 'Blacky' disappeared. He squeezed through a gap in the fence where the gate met it. He left at night because the road was mostly quiet. Cars were not kind to crossing cats, and he would very disappointed afterward if he finally got his freedom only to be flattened a few second later by a big, foul-smelling piece of metal. He stuck close to the hedge, as far away from the road as possible. Teasel made his way quickly and quietly through the city, catching glimpses of cat-shaped shadows flitting nearby every now and then.
When the houses started thinning and the road began to look worn, he quickened his pace. He had remembered stories his father told him about the forest. That was where he was headed. For several days before he left, Teasel had practiced hunting the mice in the garden. After the road turned to dirt, he passed a farm, and then he saw the woods. They stretched against the horizon. He reached a broken down, vine covered old barn, and smelled mice, and cat. He pushed through the weeds into the barn, and a very old blue-furred cat with missing teeth, short patchy fur, big yellow eyes, and a flat face greeted him warmly. He told Teasel his name was Fisher Blueriver. Teasel rested with Fisher for the night, then bid farewell to him, and vanished into the woods.
Personality: Teasel is an exciting cat. He doesn't need to be around other cats, but he can be very social when he wants to be. He's never met a stranger. In other words, he considers everyone a friend unless they do something that deserves his enmity. He trusts easily. Maybe not with his life, but he has no secrets he won't tell if you press him hard enough. He's curious about everything, and sometimes sticks his nose into trouble. He has a tendency to ask too many questions, and can be distracted easily. He's hard not to like, with his sense of humor, and kit-like attitude toward everything. But that's the downfall, until you spend enough time around him, he seems immature and kit-like, perhaps even dumb. He isn't though. He's actually very intelligent.
He has caught cats off-guard before, with his little gift. Like I said before, Teasel initially comes off as very simple. If you spend enough time around him, or a just in a fitting situation, you can see a different side of him come out. For example, let's say you needed to cross a stream, and it didn't look that deep, so you start out into it. Suddenly something pulls you back by your tail. You spin around with a screech, and see the silver-eyed cat you met earlier. "What the h-" you start. "I wouldn't do that," he says. Naturally, you are furious. You lick your abused tail and retort, "And why not?" He looks serious, and replies curtly, all sign of the immature cat from before gone, "Because there is a drop in the middle, and the current is rough." You scoff, "Nonsense," you say, but the sudden change in character makes you wary.
He shrugs and pads over to the water. You follow and look down. The middle looks just the same as the edges, except maybe they are blurred a little more. You start out again, but just as you do, a thick stick splashes into the water, soaking you. She snarl, but you stops as you see the stick get sucked under, then tumble down the stream very quickly. That could have been you. You look at the other cat, expecting a smug smile. Instead he is still looking at you in the same serious manner. Then he smiles brightly and smacks more water at you. "Catfish!" he says. Very kit-like again. You can only shake your head in confusion. Okay, so that was a lengthy description, and I assume you understand him a little better now.
When is comes to humans, he doesn't hate them, but he doesn't care for them either. He probably should at least dislike them, with good reason. At least young male ones, but he doesn't. He's completely indifferent when it comes to man. When he's in a the city, every now and then, a human will reach down and stroke him as he passes by. He barely notices it. He doesn't even press his back into their hand. Teasel just continues walking. Maybe he doesn't need to hate them. He is very positive human's will destroy themselves, or destroy the world. Either way, he'll be gone when it happens. Perhaps this is his comfort. He decided this during one of his rare fits of knowledge. He had an epiphany when a large truck left a rolling cloud of black smoke.
To shorten this up a bit, Teasel gives the impression of being kitten-like, but is very intelligent. He is also very friendly to everyone, and hard not to like. He has an indifference to humans.