Username:
Puddssoul
Name:
Leocadio, his name means "bright, or light" in Spanish. <3
Nickname:
Leo to most, but Fiona (my Fancy Cat) refers to him as "Panther", "Lion", or sometimes "Shadow".
Gender:
Male, obviously.
Personality:
Leo is mischievous and mysterious, and often doesn't get along well with the other cats. He tends to be on his own most of the time, although he does know how to flirt with the females when he gets the chance. He's very intelligent, although he often never volunteers to help. Most say he's a jerk, but deep down, he's afraid of getting close to anyone, because then he could use them, and he's tired of being hurt. He's extremely energetic, and is an amazing hunter. When he does get around someone he knows, he can be very talkative and stubborn, and likes to give his opinion on things.
Favorite Things:
Color -- Dark Blue. Think sapphires, blueberries, ink.
Season -- Winter. He likes the solitude and quietness of it.
Thing To Do -- Hunt. A close second is swimming, oddly.
Animal -- Squirrels. Although he says that's just because they taste good...
Fighting Move -- Slashing With His Claws. He keeps them sharpened just for a good fight.
Time Of Day -- Night. He can walk around (for the most part) without being spotted and do pretty much whatever he wants.
Short Story:
{Please note, this is from the view of my only Fancy Cat, Fiona Fae. <3}
He moved like a demon -- or at least the way she imagined a demon would move, with a deepness in his eyes, a heaviness to his step, and yet a subtle thing of grace that made her wonder how he seemed to simply glide over the ground, leaving no indication he had ever been there at all. He made no noise, seemed even perhaps not to breath, or live at all. One moment he was there, the next he was gone, all it took was one blink for him to disappear, yet his pace had not seemed swift. And then, as suddenly as a flash of lightning, he was back again, and his sharp gaze burned through her, sizing her up in a mere moment. Those deep blue eyes were lakes, the galaxy, sorrow, anguish, shimmering violet stars, all wrapped into one. He looked at her so solemnly, she wondered if she had done something and not even realized it, but then he let out a sigh so heavy he must have swallowed concrete somehow, and walked away. His tail swished behind him to the beat of music that her ears wouldn't allow her to hear.
She was left with only the faintest impression of him, yet felt like she'd known him a million years. That deep darkness of his pelt stretched the universe, speckled with silver stars that shimmered in the sunlight. A ruby aura followed him, the color of blood, yet it took only one glance for her to feel his innocence. All it took was that one moment, and yet, she was hooked, enchanted, had to know more. She crept after him in the undergrowth, trying with all of her heart to be a ghost like he was, silent and mysterious, but she simply wasn't meant to be. She saw his ears prick up as she heard her crashing through the weeds and bushes to catch up with him from a few feet away. But then -- her heart skipped at beat when she saw it -- his pace slowed, and then he stopped, lazily glancing over his shoulder to see if she was still following him. She seized the opportunity and pounced from the high grass, panting as she tried to think of a way to explain why she had been following him.
But. Oh. His voice. "Following me, huh?" That deep drawl, and then his lips curved up into the slightest smirk. Numbly, she nodded her head, her throat no longer able to produce the words she needed so desperately to say. "Well, keep watching, maybe you'll learn a thing or two." Ever so slightly, he leaned his head back and gazed sky-ward for a long moment. She didn't know what he was doing, but then he abruptly leapt up and snatched a bird out of the air like it was the easiest thing to do. She stared at him for so long she wasn't sure she was even breathing when he suddenly plucked a deep blue feather from his prey, the color of his eyes, and laughed at her, a breezy, wonderful sound. "What, never seen a guy hunt before?" When she couldn't find the words to answer once again, he seemed to realize something was wrong with her. He gingerly picked up the bird, walked over, and set it before her like an offering, every gesture meaningful. His blue eyes met her mismatched ones, and he smiled, showing all of his sharp white teeth. Nodding to himself, he walked away. It was only when he was out of sight that her throat unwound itself enough to allow her to sigh and murmur, "Thank you," to the male who could no longer hear her, and look in wonder at the gift he had left her: not the bird, but the beautiful, untouched feather resting across her front paws.
