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Post by foxshadow on Aug 2, 2009 13:34:05 GMT -5
Name:
Eagle Swiftspirit.
Gender:
Tom.
Date of Birth:
April 15, 2005.
Height:
24 cm.
Sexual Preference:
Straight.
Status:
Not neutered.
Coat Color:
Gray.
Coat Pattern:
Tabby.
Eye Color:
Amber.
Fur Length:
Short.
Appearance Extra:
None.
History:
Eagle Swiftspirit was born into a human household. The human lived on a farm way out into the country. Both he and his house were old, on the verge of collapsing. Eagles kithood was like most; cloudy, warm, and not easily remembered. He never knew who his father was. Eagle had been the largest of his litter, and the only one who survived. He originally had two sisters, and a brother who was stillborn. One of his two sisters, the smallest, died in the first week. Though it was sad, he was a kit and couldn't remember it well. In fact, he could barely remember it at all, and only from the words of his mother.
They were never allowed in the farmers house, and when he and his sister were old enough, they, like his mother and all the cats before her, hunted the mice that were a nuisance to the old farmer. Eagles mother taught them exactly how to hunt, from the certain crouches to the secrets of being a successful hunter, like being downwind and how to avoid crunching twigs and leaves. After their mother taught them all that she could, they went off and hunted together. The two were quite close. Eagle and his sister, Moss, would invent hunting games and were almost always together. Some of Eagles happiest memories was of this short period of time. Unfortunately, their mother was old and when winter hit, the brutal col d eventually killed her. Sad as it was, Eagle and Moss were pulled even closer together.
This went on for about two years. One day in early spring, a strange black vehicle pulled up to the old house. Two human males got out and walked up to the house and went inside. Curious, the adventurous duo crept inside after them. First they were distracted by the fact they hadn't ever been inside the farmers house before they remembered why they were. Silently following the loud sounds of the men, Eagle and Moss found the room they were in. There the sounds of their deep grunts were mixed with the sounds of the old farmers soft rasps. Eagle peered inside, and it looked like they were arguing, which he reported back to Moss. They stood outside in the hallway for what seemed like a couple hours when the two men walked out, hands like vices on the old mans arms who was between them.
The men spotted the cats and yelled at them in a series of odd barks. Scared, Eagle and Moss bolted out of the house and took refuge in a nearby bush. They peered out as the vehicle sped away. Confused and bewildered, the two resumed their hunting. Early the next morning they were woken-up by a white van pulling up into the farm. Two different men got out of the van and started talking to each other. They opened the back and pulled out large nets and cages. Eagle and Moss, never have seen them before, were even more confused. The humans then began t o meander around the house calling out with soft, soothing voices. The two cats curiously walked out into the open, almost immediately caught up in their nets.
Spitting with fury, Eagle and Moss were thrown into separate metal cages, though they could easily hear and scent each others fear. They felt the van rumble away and both prayed for a miracle. About an hour later, a huge crash banged against the side of the van. They felt themselves slipping to the side, and then suddenly lurched. This happened a couple more times, and then they stopped. Their fear scent was even worse, but then they realized both cage doors were flung open. Eagerly, they rushed out and saw they still were in the van. Soon, Moss spotted a hole in the side of the van, and the two escaped through it. The stench of blood filled their nostrils and they looked around for their savior.
Another car was laying on its side, the front end crushed in, while the van had the whole side crushed. The two felines dashed away from the wreckage and into the outskirts of a city. Here they wandered the streets, trying to pick up the smell of prey. It wasn't until after dark when they were successful, and soon Moss brought down a rat for them to share. They spent the night in an alley, alone and frightened. Was it really just that morning when they had been at the farm? When they awoke, it was still dark. Confused, they looked around for what had woken them, and spotted a large group of vicious looking cats. Apparently the two had killed their prey and slept in their territory. Muttering an apology, Eagle and Moss turned to leave when the lead cat laughed.
The group then proceeded to pin Eagle on the ground while they fought Moss for she had been the prey-killer. Eagle tried to force his eyes shut, but they wouldn't listen. He watched as Moss prepared to fight one of the largest cats Eagle had seen in his life. Though she fought bravely, Moss was destroyed brutally before his eyes. Eagle, helplessly pinned to the ground, couldn't rush to her aid. The lead cat had told him he had till sunrise to get out of their territory. As soon as they left, Eagle jumped to his sisters mangled body. He groomed her pelt, trying to get the blood out but it kept trickling out. He looked up at the sky and saw the moon was almost down. Saying his final goodbye to his dear sister, Eagle rushed away from the alley, not stopping until well-after sunrise.
From then on, he spent his time wandering the city. He learned that the cats who had murdered Moss were one of the fiercest gangs he could have met, and where exactly their territory was. He stayed away from the area from then on. He decided he would never fight any cat, that it was better just to flee from their claws. You would last longer. Eagle is now still wandering, surviving, and wondering why his sister had to meet that cruel fate.
Personality:
Eagle has a very unique personality, and somewhat strange beliefs. He tends to be an extremely sarcastic feline at times. If he manages to stumble upon another cat, he comes across as a more so secretive cat. He prefers to keep his secrets and life to himself, and rarely opens up to cats, therefore making him a bit of a loner. To him, humans are not to be trusted and keeps his distance at all times. He considers just eating their rubbish as a crude behavior, preferring to catching his own prey. Though he is not a stupid cat and will eat their garbage if he must to to survive, but not without complaint.
Eagle Swiftspirit is a successful hunter because of this belief. He is very swift on his long legs, and knows how to keep from crunching twigs and leaves underpaw. He doesn't like fighting, and will flee from it any day. He thinks it brings unnecessary deaths and injuries, and would much rather avoid these. He had witnessed a fight once which lead to the death of one of the felines, his sister. It was quite brutal, and he still has nightmares about it occasionally. He that day to never use his strength for that. Eagle doesn't mind dogs, and never has. As long as they keep out of his fur, he doesn't bother theirs.
He is usually quite easy-going and calm. Despite his sarcasm and cool temperament, he does actually have a soft side. Eagle loves kittens, and wants to father some one day, though he fears he wouldn't be the greatest father in the world. Normally toms aren't interested in staying and caring for them, but he would want to be there for his kittens. The only thing was how could be protect them? He's no fighter, and what if they got into trouble? Even though that was a problem, he knew they wouldn't have to eat human rubbish and risk their disease for he could hunt. Perhaps one day Eagle will find a mate, but until then he's content as he is.
Image:
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/BuenosAires/Recoletta/XA9U4993.JPG
Your OOC Name:
Cloudy.
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