iPandaPirate wrote:damsel~in~distress wrote:May I join?)
Name: Moose
Age: 28 months
Gender: Male
Breed: American Bobtail
Clan[only answer if you have a clan]: X
Rank[only answer if you have a clan]: X
Crush: X
Mate: X
Kits: X
Personality: Moose doesn't really talk a lot. Many cats think it's because he's really tough and his strength does the 'talking' for him, but in reality he's just shy. He tends to stray away from other cats, but he'll help others in need, and he'll fight, if he needs to. Moose is quite smart, and knows how to survive alone.
History: He was born a stray. Never, I mean NEVER, will he ever set foot in a house. He doesn't trust humans at all. Why? Well, when he was young, he was separated from his parents and siblings. Humans took then to the pound, and he never heard from them or saw them again.
Other: X
Looks: Moose is a dark brown tabby with a bob-tail. His ears are a lighter shade of brown and have little tufts at the end of them.
(I may make more cats later, if that's okay){ Accepted. Welcome. ^^
Also, remembering not to make any one-sentence posts. I was reading through the posts and saw more than a few of those. }
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Ash blinked at Winter's words. Deciding not to question them, he walked back to the place he had last seen Mint. He wasn't sure what to do, he wasn't sure if he should even be approaching her. Especially when she liked him. He didn't understand love, so it was all very confusing for him. He sat down across from her, debating what he should do. He opened his mouth to ask, 'Are you okay?' But she obviously wasn't. After all, she had just lost one of her kits and her second was barely alive. So he said nothing, simply watching her, waiting for her to yell at him to go away or something.
(I just saw this. Thanks! I pledge to only make one-sentenced posts if I have the worst case of writer's block ever in the whole entire universe! c:)
Moose lifted his nose to take in the scents of the city. The scents of many things flooded his nose. He smelled stay dogs, spilled gasoline, other alley cats, but among everything else, he scented a mouse. Licking his lips, he followed the scent, hoping to find it soon to soothe his rumbling stomach. Finally, the dark brown tom spotted it, scurrying among garbage. He stalked toward, positioning himself in a hunter's crouch. Just at the right moment, he leaped, landing on the mouse and digging his claws in before it could manage to escape. Proud of himself, he gulped up his kill.
















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