- I was having fun with this one more than anything else. First time ever making wings! They're a bit shaky, but I'm still proud. XD You can see Bramble's full design without the wings there, but I spent way too long on the wings to get rid of them.
I'll probably fancy Bramble up a bit; maybe add some little design on his cheek or something as a definitive marking.
Bramble
My name is Bramble, and I am a tom.
I'm considered quite friendly and social... my friends tell me I have a mouth that moves faster than my mind sometimes, and I do believe that's true. I often find myself in awkward situations where I might've gotten a tad bit too truthful with someone, but my lovely Natalia helps me find my way out of those! She's got a way with words, when she uses them. She really doesn't like to socialize with others... she says that she just can't sit still, in that solemn, quiet voice of hers, which is true... yet not at the same time.
I know Natalia doesn't talk to other cats for a reason, but I don't have the heart to ask her. I believe that she'll tell me one day what her problem is... or maybe not. I really don't mind either way, as long as we're happy...
Oh, dear. I've drifted off from the subject again, haven't I? Yes, I tend to talk about Natalia a lot without realizing it. Anyways, I've been described with words like bold, gentle, social, loud, lazy- yeah, I agree with that -overly fond of food, oh I love food... the fat mice from the barn are the best, though!
Gahh. Sorry, I guess I should probably shut up about my personality now, 'cause we're getting nowhere!
My past? Boring. My mother and father had a brief meeting before I was born, in which my mother became pregnant... she became too weak to leave the barn and had me and one other cat, my sister, Adellia. She raised us until we were weaned and then she left... my sister followed, but I had another interest on my mind.
Another she-cat had moved in, a weird one, all purple with wings... she had a cat that took care of her, named Natalia, who was only two months older than me and took on just about the same appearance as the other she-cat.
The she-cat was pregnant, and died in the birthing process. The litter was comprised of one kit, which Natalia left on the doorstep to the humans' home, as she was far too young to even think about raising a kit at that age.
So Natalia stayed, but she was really reclusive. She hid herself away and I often found her asleep, the only times she looked at peace with herself. Eventually she began to grow thinner and thinner until I finally insisted she eat one of my barn mice, which she accepted without any response.
I was vigilant in insisting that she eat, hunting overtime to feed her as well as myself until she quietly told me- the first time we ever spoke -that I was very kind, but she could feed herself.
WIP!!! (: This is my second entry.
My name is Bramble, and I am a tom.
I'm considered quite friendly and social... my friends tell me I have a mouth that moves faster than my mind sometimes, and I do believe that's true. I often find myself in awkward situations where I might've gotten a tad bit too truthful with someone, but my lovely Natalia helps me find my way out of those! She's got a way with words, when she uses them. She really doesn't like to socialize with others... she says that she just can't sit still, in that solemn, quiet voice of hers, which is true... yet not at the same time.
I know Natalia doesn't talk to other cats for a reason, but I don't have the heart to ask her. I believe that she'll tell me one day what her problem is... or maybe not. I really don't mind either way, as long as we're happy...
Oh, dear. I've drifted off from the subject again, haven't I? Yes, I tend to talk about Natalia a lot without realizing it. Anyways, I've been described with words like bold, gentle, social, loud, lazy- yeah, I agree with that -overly fond of food, oh I love food... the fat mice from the barn are the best, though!
Gahh. Sorry, I guess I should probably shut up about my personality now, 'cause we're getting nowhere!
My past? Boring. My mother and father had a brief meeting before I was born, in which my mother became pregnant... she became too weak to leave the barn and had me and one other cat, my sister, Adellia. She raised us until we were weaned and then she left... my sister followed, but I had another interest on my mind.
Another she-cat had moved in, a weird one, all purple with wings... she had a cat that took care of her, named Natalia, who was only two months older than me and took on just about the same appearance as the other she-cat.
The she-cat was pregnant, and died in the birthing process. The litter was comprised of one kit, which Natalia left on the doorstep to the humans' home, as she was far too young to even think about raising a kit at that age.
So Natalia stayed, but she was really reclusive. She hid herself away and I often found her asleep, the only times she looked at peace with herself. Eventually she began to grow thinner and thinner until I finally insisted she eat one of my barn mice, which she accepted without any response.
I was vigilant in insisting that she eat, hunting overtime to feed her as well as myself until she quietly told me- the first time we ever spoke -that I was very kind, but she could feed herself.
WIP!!! (: This is my second entry.
