ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴏғ sᴀɴᴛᴏʀɪɴɪ - discussion

[Cuervo]

Caspian might grow a crush or Pearl or Brooke ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[taako,]

//marking

[aurora.]

elena is open to a relationship. c:

[balloon,]

charlie is as well.

[Cuervo]

elena is open to a relationship. c:

Maybe Caspian could be a h alf-brother to Elena ?

And Charlie and Caspian can be a best-buddy-duo

[aurora.]

elena is open to a relationship. c:

Maybe Caspian could be a h alf-brother to Elena ?

And Charlie and Caspian can be a best-buddy-duo

I would be okay with that. Like they share the same mother, but not father?

[Cuervo]

Yep!

(When the roleplay starts, I'm planning on a little vent where Caspian is gathering all the cats he can for a "party"/"human gathering")

[balloon,]

when will we start? i can't wait

[Cuervo]

Once the person who has reserved leader has posted ^^


They haven't done so, so I might as well just open the rank again.

[taako,]

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name; Quill
nickname(s); He's earned himself the nickname 'Hound' because of his deep, growly voice. There are other variations, but that one is his favorite. 'Fish' is another one, but it's more of a teaser since he's unusually afraid of water.
gender; Male/Tom.
age; 3 years.
rank; Subordinate.

brief description; Quill is a sleek, black tom with a small white patch on his chest. His eyes are a striking honey orange color, and are a convenient reflection of his sweet personality. Quill is physically adept to live on the streets, with tough paw pads and long, muscular legs that are excellent for climbing and maneuvering around uneven terrain. Quill has various scars all over his body from the shipwreck, the most notable being the two over his eyebrow, one on his lip, and the ones scoured across his hips and shoulders. He's what could be described as a 'stud muffin', but he's often too shy to live up to that.
+ / - traits;
+ : tends to be well-liked by other cats, physically strong
- : terrified of water/can't swim, socially awkward

love interest(s); Open.
mate; Open.
kits; None.
kin; Annie | mother

personality; A generally silent tom, although he isn't decidedly secretive or anything; it's more or less that he doesn't often have any thoughts to lend to a conversation, so he more often than not just sort of sits back until his presence isn't needed anymore. This also plays into the fact that he's a cat of action, not of words; if he honestly thinks that you need to be kicked, he won't warn anyone before solidly planting his foot in your side. He also has lived most of his life as a solitary animal, and has much to learn about the ways of others (such as love, friendship, aggression, etc). Despite this he's a relatively sweet and simple cat. Small things have been known to make him happy, such as a successful hunt or a small, offhand compliment given to him; adversely, his emotions are very easily read. If he's happy, he has no qualms purring or smiling...if he's upset or angry, he'll very passively let you know.
history;
Quill was born under a human's roof, one of a litter of three and bestowed the name of 'Quill'. His small family, consisting of his mother and his siblings, lived below-deck of a fishing skif, in a small nook that not many people knew about. It was a good enough existence, with more than enough to eat from stolen fish and ship rats that would scurry past. As was to be expected from the life aboard a shaky, damp boat, though, one by one his brothers and sister were lost to life at sea; soon enough, it was just Quill and his mother, fending for themselves. Despite the hardship, however, he and his mother were content.

Then the storm hit. He was sleeping alongside his mother when, suddenly, he heard the fishermen yelling above-deck, felt the boat creaking beneath his paws. He only heard the storm's pelting rain for mere minutes before the boat's wood splintered, suffering from massive structural damage from the waves; Quill, his mother, and every man on-board were sent crashing into the ocean's salty waves. He himself managed to latch onto a floating board, but as he blinked the salt from his eyes and searched the icy depths for his mother, no trace could be found...he must had been searching for hours before the cold of the wind finally took him, and he fell on the board unconscious, left adrift on the unrelenting sea.

But fortune smiled on him that dreary day, for when he awakened, the sickening roll of the tide wasn't what was holding his weight. Sand lay below him, and the sun shone on his freezing black pelt, making his pupils painfully contract with its intensity. Driven only by his determination to live, Quill pulled himself to his paws and moved inland from the beach, weak from hunger and sickness from swallowing so much seawater. What must have been an hour or two later, the tom finally reached civilization amongst a small community of cats that lived on an island in a place called 'Santorini'. The cats there helped Quill to regain his strength and health, and by the end of it all he felt like a member of the family. Quill now lives as a subordinate in the clowder on this island and is quite content with his new life.

quill factoids;
- When he purrs or growls, it sounds more like the growling of a dog than that of a cat. The sea water ate away at his vocal chords until his voice was reduced to a deep, scratchy growl. He's somewhat self-conscious of this, but he doesn't let it hold him back.