Username: Souji Seta
Kennel Number: 3
Name [of pet]: Brier
Gender [of pet]: Male
Age: 2 1/2 years
Breed/Species [of pet]: Feline// American Curl x Norwegian Forest
Personality [of pet]: Brier is a very friendly and curious cat, often spending his time exploring every nook and cranny he can fit in. Good-natured and sweet as sugar, he enjoys company although he isn't vocal and very rarely makes any noise except for when he feels threatened. Spends most of his time outdoors and is normally very active, chasing every moving thing. Despite being a young adult, he has retained both his kitten-eqsue charm and looks.
Background/History [of pet]: Born in a litter of 4, Brier was the runt. Often, he was pushed around by his siblings, resulting in very little nourishment and a developing fear of bigger cats. His parents were good tempered felines, yet they wanted little to nothing to do with the kittens, often leaving them to fend for themselves in a house with large dogs and little kids. Because of his small size, Brier was often picked on by the bigger animals and the constant bullying started a phobia.
When he was 3 months old, Brier was sold to a small family as a Christmas present for a thirteen year old girl. She was a darling little thing, always carrying him around and making sure his needs were met. Brier was spoiled and often showered with gifts. His favorite was a lilac dyed satin bow that was promptly tied around his neck. After an incident where Isabelle was unable to find her beloved feline - despite her passing by him several times - a shiny brass bell was promptly attached, so she would be able to hear him where ever he went.
Shortly after Isabelle's fifteenth birthday, her good health began to decline. She would shake and her normally quick pace had slowed tremendously. Her sanity was disintegrating more each day until eventually she wouldn't know where she was. Her ability to recognize Brier also began to fade and she would often hiss at him to get away, calling him a mangy rat. He began to perch himself on her windowsill, refusing to leave her side as she was the only human he was loyal to, even if she did yell at him for reasons he didn't understand.
Isabelle's parents decided that she would be unable to care for Brier and he served no real purpose in the family anymore, as he had been bought as a present for her. A close friend's of Isabelle's mother had heard and offered to take him off of their hands. They agreed and he was taken home with his new owner the next night. The cat was skeptical at first, often hiding under any spot he could squeeze in to and they could not. In time, however, he became accustomed to his new house and allowed his new master to pick him up and hold him.
Use [for pet]: Role-play and drawing
Likes: Lilacs, satin, yarn, outdoors, sunshine, insects and fluffy things.
Disklikes: Humans, bigger animals, water, mud, heat and being picked up.
Turkey Wolf
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