by slurm » Thu Feb 07, 2013 3:44 pm
Username:Gerbilfuzz
I chose the name Gerbilfuzz because of my love of gerbils and fuzzy things[color=#FFFFFF]. My most common nicknames is Gerbil but you may call me Fuzz, Tomato, Fuzzy, Jerboa, Gerbs, or Gerbified.
Name:Harold Blue Moontail
He is sometimes called Harry but prefers Harold. He thinks that Harry is a name for young kittens but he is a mature adult.
Gender:Male
Obviously he is a male!
PersonalityKind; serious; mature
He is kind and soft hearted but veery serious and mature. He dislike joking around.
Why his eyes are faded yellowWhen Harold was born his eyes were bright friendly yellow. He was raised by a loving mother and father but his father died of a sickness and his mother died of old age. It is said that his eyes faded because he cried so much when they died. Other Musical cats think that his eyes might still be a bright yellow but tears are still in his eyes. If you were to wipe them away they think his eyes would be a less faded color.
One object he always carries with him:A small braided bracelet with a single shell on it.
His mother wore it all the time for a reason he does not know but when she died he took it to remember her forever. He always wears it.
The one thing that annoys hin more than anything else:The song "Nom Nom Nom" by Parry Grip
StoryHarold danced around leading the other Musicas. They played a thrilling tune that seemed so happy, lifting thier spirits after a long travel carrying their instruments. After they had finished he looked up at the sun that had begun to set. "It is time to settle down and find shelter." Said Harold standing up.
When every Musical cat was safe and ready to sleep Harold sat down and looked at his bracelet. "I will never forget you Mom." He whispered and then closed his eyes. Before he fell asleep he wondered what the bracelet had meant to his mother.
When Harold was alseep he dreamt of a cat, a Musical cat who looked much like himself. "I am one of your oldest ancestors, the first Moontail." He said. Harold noticed he too had a braided bracelet with a single shell. "We used to receive these bracelets as a tradition." The old cat meowed. "Every musical kitten would receive one from it's parents when it was born. This tradition was slowley lost in time. Your father owned the very last one which your mother took when he died and now that you have." He said.
Harold woke up the next morning refreshed from his sleep. He smiled at his bracelet "I am the last Moontail." He said and ran to grab some yarn. "But not for long." He mumbled as he began to braid it into a small bracelet.
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