Pet's ID Tag:
Kennel #8
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Opale and Lunar, same as before. I enjoy keeping names original if it is in any way possible. ^^
Gender:
Female and Male
Reason You Want It:
These two are just so cute! I don't have a lot of ginger cat characters, but I am endearingly attracted to cat characters as a cat lover myself, but very few of them have such light ginger coats, let alone any of them mates. I enjoy having a decent amount of characters to tweak to each its own personality, divine and unique to the other, and standing out among others. I do love every one of my characters with my heart and soul, as well, as I will love these characters.
It makes me happy to see such creative designs as these two cats, they're very unique!
History/Background/Other:
Personality
Opale
Opale is a somewhat sophisticated, withdrawn cat. However, as soon as Lunar caught her eyes, all boundaries between cat and suspicion were erased. She is typically a very playful cat, too, and bouncy. She has the energy to keep her up and about all day, and all night if she really wanted to stay up that long, but her mate makes sure she gets a good deal of sleep so she's well rested. She can be, at times, aggressive and snappy, but others she will be loving and her usual self, though not bipolar. It just depends how grumpy she is. On the other hand, she has a good heart and she is often good-spirited enough to play along even if she doesn't like what she's playing.
She is most likely to considered to probably be very motherly and protective if she ever has kits [which is likely if I do receive the couple] and she would, considerably, make a very good mother. She has brains and the will to do so, and Lunar supports those facts. She holds a soft side for Lunar she usually doesn't show to others.
Lunar
Lunar is humorous, sarcastic, and gentlemanly. He has many manners, but he is not sophisticated like Opale, often much more energetic than her, though she is said to be quite energetic as well. He's much more playful than Opale, but at the same time he can be very gentle with her. He can usually be found calmer around Opale, though more energetic at times when they play together. He tends to spend time with his mate at least twice a day, as a loyal mate should.
He is very concerned about his mate's health and hygiene, and if she is sick he usually rushes to her aid. It is clear both would be devastated if the other died, their love so strong it may as well be they are bound together tightly by chains, imprisoned to each other. But neither feel imprisoned by their love, and they are content with their lives together.
History
Opale's point of view
I was raised in a loving household as a kitten, only to be dumped onto the streets as soon as I was old enough to be taken from my mother. It was unpleasant, as it usually is, if you grew up in a house with food given to you, rather than the streets. It was cold, I was hungry, it was very lonely. It felt nostalgic, and tragic at the same time. I searched for my home for a long time, but eventually I just had to give up. My paws ached, and my stomach rumbled violently. What if I die out here? I thought sullenly, stopping at a sidewalk.
I will say, the streets of Manhattan are certainly no place for a cat, let alone one sitting in the middle of a busy sidewalk. A gruff business man rushed by, stepping on my tail in the process, and I yowled in surprised, jumping up and backing away, my tail fluffed up. I stared at the crowd of people walking by, ducking and dodging, dashing through the crowd, trying desperately to get away, but nothing worked. The people kept coming, surging from every direction, and cars screeched by, far louder than any on my street.
It was only then, in my frantic run of terror and panic, that a young boy scooped me up. I hissed in surprise, struggling at how much of an uncomfortable angle he held me. His mother scolded him immediately.
"No, Jason! We can't keep a kitten! We'll take it to the Humane Society." I heard the woman snap.
"But Momma," The boy, apparently named Jason, protested. "please?"
"I said no. Come on, we'll take it to the Humane Society. They'll find it a good home."
I was quickly deposited into the backseat of a car, eyes wide, scared. My claws were extended in case I needed to use them and my fur was fluffed up to full extent. The car lurched forward and so did I, tumbling from the seat to the floor and letting out a mew of surprise. I sat where I had landed, too scared to move.
Eventually, the car slowed to a stop and I was taken out of the car into a strange building. I heard the howls of the dogs and the pleas of the cats in the back, and my eyes widened. What kind of terrible place is this? I thought desperately. I must have been distracted, but a firm voice broke through my thoughts and I squirmed as I was handed over to another lady.
"Alright, we'll take her in right away." The woman replied. "Come on girl, we'll get you comfy."
I didn't want to get comfy. I wanted to go home! Couldn't they understand? They could, couldn't they? So why didn't they take me back home, where I belonged? The stream of questions confused me greatly and I sighed and dropped my eyes to the floor. The next thing I knew I was shoved into a cage. Great. I thought. I'm far away from home, stuck in a cage. At least I'm alone. I couldn't have been more wrong.
"Hey! Newcomer! You, the ginger and white!" A voice from behind spoke.
I whirled around, almost letting out a hiss, but something caught in my throat. The tom standing before me, a darker ginger and white with two scars on his foreleg stood before me. I was stunned into silence. I don't know why, either. I gathered my composure and stood straighter.
"What?" A gruff hiss escaped my throat, my eyes narrowing.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, I was just going to ask of your name."
"My name?"
"Yes, your name."
"I..," I paused before continuing. "Opale."
"Opale, eh? That's a lovely name. May I say, you are quite a pretty little charm. Please, call me Lunar."
"Lunar...That's a great name." I breathed, eyes glimmering.
"Why thank you, madam."
Luckily for Lunar and I, a nice family adopted us both. We became mates, later, and we have loved each other since. Our owners gave us a BFF collar, divided in half since we were their only two pets.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
I do :3
~Permission~
Kennel #8
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Opale and Lunar, same as before. I enjoy keeping names original if it is in any way possible. ^^
Gender:
Female and Male
Reason You Want It:
These two are just so cute! I don't have a lot of ginger cat characters, but I am endearingly attracted to cat characters as a cat lover myself, but very few of them have such light ginger coats, let alone any of them mates. I enjoy having a decent amount of characters to tweak to each its own personality, divine and unique to the other, and standing out among others. I do love every one of my characters with my heart and soul, as well, as I will love these characters.
It makes me happy to see such creative designs as these two cats, they're very unique!
History/Background/Other:
Personality
Opale
Opale is a somewhat sophisticated, withdrawn cat. However, as soon as Lunar caught her eyes, all boundaries between cat and suspicion were erased. She is typically a very playful cat, too, and bouncy. She has the energy to keep her up and about all day, and all night if she really wanted to stay up that long, but her mate makes sure she gets a good deal of sleep so she's well rested. She can be, at times, aggressive and snappy, but others she will be loving and her usual self, though not bipolar. It just depends how grumpy she is. On the other hand, she has a good heart and she is often good-spirited enough to play along even if she doesn't like what she's playing.
She is most likely to considered to probably be very motherly and protective if she ever has kits [which is likely if I do receive the couple] and she would, considerably, make a very good mother. She has brains and the will to do so, and Lunar supports those facts. She holds a soft side for Lunar she usually doesn't show to others.
Lunar
Lunar is humorous, sarcastic, and gentlemanly. He has many manners, but he is not sophisticated like Opale, often much more energetic than her, though she is said to be quite energetic as well. He's much more playful than Opale, but at the same time he can be very gentle with her. He can usually be found calmer around Opale, though more energetic at times when they play together. He tends to spend time with his mate at least twice a day, as a loyal mate should.
He is very concerned about his mate's health and hygiene, and if she is sick he usually rushes to her aid. It is clear both would be devastated if the other died, their love so strong it may as well be they are bound together tightly by chains, imprisoned to each other. But neither feel imprisoned by their love, and they are content with their lives together.
History
Opale's point of view
I was raised in a loving household as a kitten, only to be dumped onto the streets as soon as I was old enough to be taken from my mother. It was unpleasant, as it usually is, if you grew up in a house with food given to you, rather than the streets. It was cold, I was hungry, it was very lonely. It felt nostalgic, and tragic at the same time. I searched for my home for a long time, but eventually I just had to give up. My paws ached, and my stomach rumbled violently. What if I die out here? I thought sullenly, stopping at a sidewalk.
I will say, the streets of Manhattan are certainly no place for a cat, let alone one sitting in the middle of a busy sidewalk. A gruff business man rushed by, stepping on my tail in the process, and I yowled in surprised, jumping up and backing away, my tail fluffed up. I stared at the crowd of people walking by, ducking and dodging, dashing through the crowd, trying desperately to get away, but nothing worked. The people kept coming, surging from every direction, and cars screeched by, far louder than any on my street.
It was only then, in my frantic run of terror and panic, that a young boy scooped me up. I hissed in surprise, struggling at how much of an uncomfortable angle he held me. His mother scolded him immediately.
"No, Jason! We can't keep a kitten! We'll take it to the Humane Society." I heard the woman snap.
"But Momma," The boy, apparently named Jason, protested. "please?"
"I said no. Come on, we'll take it to the Humane Society. They'll find it a good home."
I was quickly deposited into the backseat of a car, eyes wide, scared. My claws were extended in case I needed to use them and my fur was fluffed up to full extent. The car lurched forward and so did I, tumbling from the seat to the floor and letting out a mew of surprise. I sat where I had landed, too scared to move.
Eventually, the car slowed to a stop and I was taken out of the car into a strange building. I heard the howls of the dogs and the pleas of the cats in the back, and my eyes widened. What kind of terrible place is this? I thought desperately. I must have been distracted, but a firm voice broke through my thoughts and I squirmed as I was handed over to another lady.
"Alright, we'll take her in right away." The woman replied. "Come on girl, we'll get you comfy."
I didn't want to get comfy. I wanted to go home! Couldn't they understand? They could, couldn't they? So why didn't they take me back home, where I belonged? The stream of questions confused me greatly and I sighed and dropped my eyes to the floor. The next thing I knew I was shoved into a cage. Great. I thought. I'm far away from home, stuck in a cage. At least I'm alone. I couldn't have been more wrong.
"Hey! Newcomer! You, the ginger and white!" A voice from behind spoke.
I whirled around, almost letting out a hiss, but something caught in my throat. The tom standing before me, a darker ginger and white with two scars on his foreleg stood before me. I was stunned into silence. I don't know why, either. I gathered my composure and stood straighter.
"What?" A gruff hiss escaped my throat, my eyes narrowing.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, I was just going to ask of your name."
"My name?"
"Yes, your name."
"I..," I paused before continuing. "Opale."
"Opale, eh? That's a lovely name. May I say, you are quite a pretty little charm. Please, call me Lunar."
"Lunar...That's a great name." I breathed, eyes glimmering.
"Why thank you, madam."
Luckily for Lunar and I, a nice family adopted us both. We became mates, later, and we have loved each other since. Our owners gave us a BFF collar, divided in half since we were their only two pets.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
I do :3
~Permission~
:3 Phew
that took a while.
