Username:
Wildmagic_warrior
Cat's Name:
Turtle.
Gender:
She-cat.
Age:
29 moons.
Description:
Turtle is, as her name would imply, a tortoiseshell cat. Her mother didn't know what a tortoise was, though, so she named her daughter Turtle instead. In any case, Turtle has fur that looks like it should be long but isn't, leaving her with a rather ragged and patchy look. It's mottled with white, black, and dark brown, all mixed together so that she looks as though somebody spilled coffee on her fur. She has long whiskers and dark green eyes, a pink nose, and tall ears. The left has a notch from fighting, the right is intact. Her tail is only three-fourths as long as it should be, broken off after it was run over by a car. This means that her balance isn't as good as other cats', and so she is careful never to walk on the very edges of things.
Personality:
Turtle is kind, for the most part, but like any true feline she will always land on her paws no matter what. If pressed into a situation of peril, Turtle would rather run and live another day than be brave and stand and fight. She's loyal, perhaps, but only in times of peace and plenty. The rest of the time it's one for all and all for Turtle, if you know what I mean. She hunts for herself, fights for herself, and is very careful not to put herself in debt to anyone lest they ask for repayment at a less-than-opportune moment.
Skills:
Quick on her paws. Good hearing. Doesn't mind water.
Weakness:
A bit clumsy since part of her tail is missing. Can't stand cold weather. Has commitment issues.
History:
Turtle was born on a cold night in spring, along with two brothers and a sister. Her sister didn't survive the night, and her brothers were to die in the weeks to come. When she was old enough to survive on her own Turtle's mother booted her out and set her wandering. She was alright with that; she had known it was coming, after all, and she didn't mind. She wanted to prove that she was capable of taking care of herself. She wandered for a while, not doing all that badly on her own, and in the fights over trash cans to eat out of her left ear was notched and her right one only just spared. She was more careful after that, more cunning when it came to getting food. One night she was feasting on a squirrel that had been struck by a car when headlights blared up on her. She scrambled out of the way and just barely made it. The car ran over the latter part of her tail, crushing it. The man in the car got out and grabbed her up, obviously guilty about what he had done. He left her at a veterinarian clinic and abandoned her outside the doors in a cardboard box. She was found the next morning by the people coming in, only half-conscious and obviously in shock. They fixed her up but couldn't save her tail, and spent the next few months trying to get somebody to adopt her. Nobody wanted the scruffy, patchy, ugly tortoiseshell with the notched ear and broken tail, though. They were going to have to put her down- they weren't a pound, after all- but one of the interns took pity on her and suggested that she be spayed and released in order to help with the population of feral cats. It was agreed on and carried out, and then they let Turtle go. She still doesn't feel right about what was done to her, but that's her business and it's all just as well. She never really wanted kittens in the first place.
Kin:
Her mother, but she could be dead for all Turtle knows.
Her father is out there somewhere, but having never met him he doesn't seem all that important to Turtle.
Mate/Crush:
None. Probably not ever, considering.
Other:
N/A
