Post by Tsughi on Dec 17, 2014 1:23:36 GMT -5
S P I N D L E
need to know
» clan: Loner
» age: 22
» gender: Male
» status: Healthy, if skinny
» description: a rather gangly pure white tom with green eyes. [/ul]
deeper
As a loner, the skinny part about this tom is kind of expected, but even if this tom was well fed he'd be skinny despite that fact. With his natural build, on top of his less than completely satisfied appetite, Spindle is definitely lanky and bony. With his long wire-like legs, he looks downright malnourished, but his large moss-green eyes blink calmly and steadily as he tells you he's doing fine. The neutral expression that is usually on his angular face helps to reinforce his point, he doesn't seem particularly worried about finding his next meal. In fact, he doesn't look particularly worried about anything. It's hard to get this slow moving--but oddly otherworldly in the way he moves--tom to rush or fret about anything less than the most dire of things.
His every move looks carefully calculated, even as he makes his way across a carefully groomed lawn. He can delicately pick his way over a picket fence with ease, given his narrow legs and small paws. His form also makes him a natural climber and he can shimmy his way up a tree like no ones business. Looking at him, he honestly doesn't seem like much, and with his usually stoic and relaxed face there is no hint to indicate otherwise. But, when he moves you can see in every movement, the surety that he holds himself with.
» personality:
controlled--relaxed--unhurried--calm--rational--stoic--adaptable--patient--honest--blunt
Spindle is a very coolheaded tom. He takes his time to think through things and ponder all possibilities before taking an action. It's not that he is very frightful, in fact, he's practically the opposite. The threat of these "clan" cats are of the littlest importance to him and he's definitely not afraid of them coming to snatch him away at night. He's not very superstitious either and lives his life with very little remorse for any "bad" actions he may have done, which is actually surprisingly little and very minor. The thought of withering away doesn't frighten him either, and he sees himself in no danger of reaching that point anyway.
Where other cats leap into action, Spindle is able to remove himself from a situation to think about things rationally. It's a little unnerving to witness this in action as he completely alienates himself and the thought of the actions being real to pick the hypothetically correct answer, even if it's morally twisted. To the disgust of other cats, he shrugs off their mild horror with very little care. It's no skin off his shoulders if the cats who come to him don't heed his advice, but he's very nearly always right and the rumors around the twoleg place can verify that fact. It's not like he has anything but time on his paws, anyway. He doesn't have a care in the world, so if cats feel like bringing him a meal in favor of some of that time being spent to wonder over their plights he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't oblige them.
Spindle is a very coolheaded tom. He takes his time to think through things and ponder all possibilities before taking an action. It's not that he is very frightful, in fact, he's practically the opposite. The threat of these "clan" cats are of the littlest importance to him and he's definitely not afraid of them coming to snatch him away at night. He's not very superstitious either and lives his life with very little remorse for any "bad" actions he may have done, which is actually surprisingly little and very minor. The thought of withering away doesn't frighten him either, and he sees himself in no danger of reaching that point anyway.
Where other cats leap into action, Spindle is able to remove himself from a situation to think about things rationally. It's a little unnerving to witness this in action as he completely alienates himself and the thought of the actions being real to pick the hypothetically correct answer, even if it's morally twisted. To the disgust of other cats, he shrugs off their mild horror with very little care. It's no skin off his shoulders if the cats who come to him don't heed his advice, but he's very nearly always right and the rumors around the twoleg place can verify that fact. It's not like he has anything but time on his paws, anyway. He doesn't have a care in the world, so if cats feel like bringing him a meal in favor of some of that time being spent to wonder over their plights he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't oblige them.
Among the social circle of the cats at the twoleg place, he's a bit of a sore thumb. Not only is he not living in one of those twoleg homes, but he's not part of any vicious rogue bands either. And yet, unlike most loners, he sticks to one place and makes his home underneath one of the pristine porches in the neighborhood. He doesn't invite cats in, and shares his space with no one, but he willingly comes out to sit in on the gossiping and chattering that is held, not to participate really but to observe. He's also not one to shun other's away and willingly engages in a conversation someone else has initiated without any malice. Spindle also seems to have endless patience with cats that always seem to get on everyones nerves or never quite can start off on the right paw. But, when he is under his porch he fully expects other's to respect that and comes out on no cat's accord other than his own.
» background:
Spindle was born rather quietly to the dainty loner she-cat, Noble. His first few moons of life were relatively peaceful and harmless, where his family tucked themselves into this old ancient metal beast graveyard. There were plenty of spaces to hide and twolegs came by all the time to dump loads of stuff into the different piles, including some things you could eat! Noble definitely wasn't a bad mother and Spindle knew she loved him dearly. She loved the best she could and cared with as much force as she was able, but the she-cat was definitely frail and it was a miracle that she managed to carry her pregnancy so well and give a healthy birth without a mate to look after her.
But, like all good things. It came to an end. One day, when Spindle was old enough to start scavenging himself, she left like she always did to get food, but as the day went on, Noble didn't come back. Hoping for her return the next morn, Spindle went to sleep, but when he woke the queen still hadn't returned, and she never did. Spindle himself stayed in that yard for the next several moons hoping for her to come back, but the pretty she-cat didn't show herself. It was only after Spindle had pulled himself out of that yard to find a new home--the twolegs had taken to leaving dogs in the yard and it was no longer safe--that he found her corpse not too far away, though he was never sure how she died. His grief for the she-cat was relentless, but faced with starvation or death by dogs, Spindle had to keep moving.
He roamed for a good long while, learning some semblance of fighting along the way to defend himself and how to hunt live creatures other than the rats that seemed abundant in his old yard. Cats pointed him this way and that, and he waywardly shambled on at his own even pace. Eventually he ended up in the twoleg neighborhood that he lives in today. A storm drove him underneath his porch and found sanctuary there. He found the twolegs fed him, and left water out for him and one of them even left out a small cat bed because of his visits. So, it was there he remained and ceased his wandering habits and settled into his new life.
The loudness of the twoleg place will always be strange to him, but as the faces of the cats grow more familiar with each day he is closer to calling this his home.
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