Post by hedge on Mar 5, 2012 22:38:14 GMT -5
r i s k
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»clan:
» age: Eighteem Moons
» gender: Female
» rank: Loner
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice:
» description: Short-furred brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes[/ul]
deeper
Risk is a she-cat lacking in the feminine charm some females cna lay claim to. Her personality is more adventurous, something that would appear to some as more suited for toms, and her appearance flows along those same lines. Yes, she is a small cat, but she isn't dainty in the slightest. She is a short, compact cat, with just enough muscle to look bulky for her gender, and a little bit of pudge in the right places, but not much. She is an active cat,and can maintain a healthy weight. Her body is of an average length, leaning towards the shorter side of the spectrum, and her legs are lean, long enough to giver her a good stride and quick movements, thankfully, because she has had to become the master of quick get-aways. Her head is rounded, with alert ears and amber eyes, and her body ends with a tail that she deems short, but is really fairly normal.
Her short, ruffled coat is a medium brown, lighter on the bottom and appearing as a nearly white-cream just on her muzzle and chest. The lighter tan rings her eyes, and her coat is run through with darker stripes that grow thicker and less broken along her legs and tail. which happens to end in a near-black tip. There are a few small scars here and there, that she likes to make up far-fetched stories about, but they're really just from bad scrapes and nasty little accidents. They don't do anything to negatively alter her appearance, as they don't seem to alter it at all. Which is really quite the lucky thing....she doesn't have a lot of "pretty" to go off of
» personality:
Bright, energetic, intrusive, spontaneous, pack-rat, restless, independent, curious
A bright-eyed creature, whatever Risk lacks in size, she makes up for in personality. Generally, she's very energetic. A ball of energy, really, with a very strong streak of impatience. This she-cat just can not stand still for very long, and even moves in her sleep. Quite erratically, I might add. She's not a safe bed partner, not at all. If you take too long in a task, she can get a little grumpy and fidgety and there have been times where she has run in front of moving traffic..across highways, etcetra, because she'd been standing still for too long. It's a miracle she's still alive. Now, she may seem reckless, but the energy and the need to do just comes with well..there isn't really any reason. Maybe she is just reckless. . Risk, when around strangers, is much more reserved than she is with familair faces. Not that she becomes withdrawn, but she isn't going to talk your ear off or shove you around to go do something until she knows for sure you're worth the time and effort. Once Risk actually gets comfortable around someone, they had better be of the tolerant sort, because not everyone can handle her energy.
As a long-time loner, Risk knows how to take care of herself. Well, minus the occasional running-in-front-of-monsters things, but..anyway. Eighteen moons of life on the wild side has left her with the skills and knowledge to survive. She doesn't need help to take care of herself, and she knows it. Oh sure, she's friendly, but she isn't going to bow down and accept help, and it's a given that she probably won't work well with figures of authority. Risk does not enjoy being bossed around. That business is for weaklings, and she is not weak. Along those lines, Risk is a very, very proud female. Not to say that she's vain, but she is well aware of her own talents. Okay, maybe she is a little vain at times. There is no doubt, though, that she is easily offended. Watch your words around this cat, for she may take them harshly. Oh boy, can she hold a grudge, too. One slip up and you might not be talking to her for a long time.
Agression is not something Risk has ever had a problem with. Generally, she's not a fighter. When angered, she'll sulk about it and complain before even thinking about fighting. Most of the time, she'll fight with words, choosing them over teeth and claws, but if pushed just enough...and really, it does take a lot to get her to that point, she will bite back. There's a lot of power in a smaller cat, Risk can prove that in an instant. But only if she has to. She's very organized, keeping whatever belongings she has on her close by, in safe places. A little blue ball, maybe an old soda can...whatever it is, it has a place. She has a pack-rat tendancy, though, on the verge of hoarding. If it catches her attention, she'll want it and she'll get it. Anything is possible, from broken toys to bones to shiny pebbles. Risk cannot really explain why she has so many things, but they don't always stay in her posession. Being so fidgety, and knowing that it isn't always smart to stay in one place for too long, Risk will move on to a new home. Whatever is cached while she is in one place stays with that place, in case she ever returns to it, and a new home is filled with new belongings. She always stays long enough to get a good amount of things stored, but has never lingered in one exact spot for more than two or three weeks at a time.
Maybe, one day..like Singer, she'll find a reason to settle down.
It's always a possibility.
» background:
Eighteen moons isn't the longest time in the world for a cat to exist, but Risk has filled it with more adventure and interesting things than most cats can in twice the time. She was born in an old, discarded orange crate, in a sheltered back alley, to a pair of very close friends. Bran lived in the house right across the street from that same orange crate his entire life, and Bowie's home had been that orange crate for the same amount of time. Despite Bran's life as a kittypet, no one in their little social group was surprised when the two became mates. Fourteen moons may have been a little young at the time, for they were the first out of all their friends to start a family, but the pair were just fine with that fact. Four little kits were born, though the two toms were far from little. Taking after their father, both were rather large. Sway looked just like his father, but proved to have his mother's stunning eyes. King was nearly a copy of his mother, and both were very close. Yellow was the prettiest of the whole original litter, dainty and as close to a golden color as a brown cat could get..or maybe the parents had a thing for color names (It was never really discussed...). Finally came Risk, who at that time was named..well, Brown, as she was just that. Large for a female kit, or maybe she only looked that way next to her sister, and sort of..plain.
Soon, an old friend of the two tabbies showed up with two other friends carrying three little bundles. Maura, a purebred..something or other, had gotten pregnant with the kits of some tom she'd met in the forest..and her twolegs wanted to get rid of the kits. In a frantic rush, she begged Bowie and Bran for help, and Bowie added the three kits to her brood. They all grew up well enough, with Maura's occasional visits reminded Fish, Singer and Roger who they really were. Eventually, Brown felt she deserved a name change and acted out. Impatient, she started running in front of monsters, dogs...there was even an encounter with a half-blind badger they would all like to forget. Eventually, Bowie christened her daughter with the new name of Risk.
Finally old enough to be on their own, the kits split up. Yellow and Fish left to find toms of their own, the three toms became kittypets as they found a home in the house right next to their father's. Still close to the family, all of them, and that made their parents happy enough. Singer and Risk were the only two left, and well, they were bored with the alley and orange crate life. The two friends took off on their own, starting and stopping per Risk's strange tendencies. Always collecting things, then moving on.
Eventually, Singer's beautiful voice lured in a tom by the name of Blue. He traveled with them for quite a while, until Singer announced that she was carrying his kits. Once again, Risk was pretty much forced to stay put as her "sister" and mate raised their kits. Finally, Singer realized it was driving Risk mad to stay put and the two parted ways.
Well, kind of.
Risk never strayed too far, and Singer and Blue now live with their four kits in another orange crate, somehow left under an old tree by masses of fields on the edge of who-knows-where.
Well, at least it's not an alley.
She's tired of alleys.
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immediate kin
» sons:
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extended kin
» mother: Bowie
» brothers:King, Sway, Roger [adopted brother]
» sisters: Yellow, Fish [adopted sister], Singer [adopted sister]
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