Owlicity, Owly on the fanclub
Name:
Ganymede:
A moon of Jupiter, also the largest moon in the solar system.
In mythology: A divine hero who's homeland was Troy.
Gender:
Male
Quirk:
Ganymede has always been around cats, and therefore acts like one sometimes. Even though he's a *little* big to be curling up in people's laps, he doesn't seem to mind. The things he does include:
•Eating cat food- he thinks it's gross but who cares?
•Extensive Meowing
•Hunting- He doesn't kill anything, but still loves stalking anything that moves
• Nuzzling people
•Swatting at anything that dangles
•Purring
•Curling up on people's laps or in front of fires
History:

Fear was all I could feel at that point in time.
The wavy fur of my mother was long gone, and instead a blizzard raged around me. I could feel icicles forming on my fur already.I had tried to follow her pawsteps, but it was no use. The snow had covered them up long ago. Where had she gone? Did she abandon me? Would I ever see her again? Would I even remember her?
I felt a single tear roll down my cheek and began closing in on myself when I heard a sound. It was the subtle crunch of paws in the snow, but it was something. I turned around slowly to see a huge brown shape looming over me and it turned to stare down with yellow feline eyes. And before I knew it, the animal had me in its mouth and began to walk away. At first, I panicked because I though it would eat me. But after setting me down in a small cave with it's two kittens, I doubted I was on the menu. The animal, a cougar, I learned, proceeded to curl up with her two tiny kittens in the curve of her belly. She looked and gave an inviting purr and before I knew it I was nestled between her and the kittens. My new family, I thought.
It had been what seemed like years since that day. Wait, actually it had been years.
I was now an adult and lived with my two adopted siblings, Amber and Pounce, as I liked to call them. Our mother, Pine, had passed away from a hunter's gun and I had done what I could to save her even though it wasn't enough. We had mourned for days, but eventually had to move on. I had taken care of them until now, that was.
An ear-splitting bang echoed through the forest. Gun. We were all too familiar with that sound and without a second thought, we ran. Now, let me tell you first hand, if you have purple and gold fur that shines in the sun, hiding is never easy.
I could hear the shouts of hunters in the distance as I darted through the trees. They were gaining on me.
Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past my ear and the snow exploded in a shower of powder, throwing me off balance. The branches of a fallen tree caught in my fur as I fought but it was no use. I was caught.
"What're you doing out here, little guy?"
The hunter pulled me free from the tree and gently coaxed me out of my hiding place when I caught a whiff of something familiar. Catnip! I leaped into the truck just as the wheels began to turn. Before I knew it, I was leaving behind everything I had ever know.
Getting used to the change of scenery was hard, I'll give them that. It was hard to shake my wild tendencies and once I did I had become like every other bean that ever lived, it seemed. Now when people look at me they think of this as a mere tale made up for amusement. But looking at my cat-like quirks and heightened reflexes, tell me now, stranger:
Do you believe me?