Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Feb 22, 2008 17:58:27 GMT -8
Name: Ginger
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kittypet
Clan: None
Apprentice: None
Appearance: Ginger has orange tabby-colored fur and a white chest and muzzle. Although she is a little plump, she is still young and very beautiful. She has lean muscles and sharp white claws, although she refuses to use them. Dainty white paws and a long tabby tail. She wears a collar that is black with a pink bell, and it never seems to bother her.
Warm amber eyes that shine with light that even the sun must compete with.
Voice: Gentle and kind with a soft and dove-like tone.
Battle: Although she refuses to believe that battle is the answer, she will fight if her life or other's are in danger.
Personality: Like her welcoming voice, Ginger is very kind and motherly to her friends. She will not hesitate to say hello to a stranger or invite a skinny cat to her house for dinner.
Ginger, being very friendly and kind, would someday like to have kits.
History: Although most cats would not expect, Ginger started her life out as a loner. Born in a dank old cardboard box, Ginger was taken away from her starving mother and already dead siblings, and brought into the care of the twolegs.
She was bought by the twolegs she lives with today, and brought to twoleg place. She made as many friends as she could on her first day there, and believed that she had finally found a perfect home.
Since she hadn't had a mother's care at a young age, Ginger seeks attention wherever she can find it.
Family: Ginger can't recall the names of her family.
SW: He arrived at twolegplace around sunhigh, at least he thought it was sunhigh. The endless sea of white clouds made it impossible to tell the time. He made sure to sniff at the gardens through the fences, wanting to avoid contact with any kittypets.
Finally, he scented the strong tang of Cat Mint. He peered through the holes in the fence, then gracefully sprang over it. He landed silently, then began to search the garden for the plant. He sniffed at several leaves before finding the Cat Mint. The plant looked healthy and green, and he bent down to pick a stalk... when he felt eyes burning into his back.
He whirled around to see a plump she-cat sitting on the porch of the twoleg nest, watching him curiously. She was a ginger tabby with white paws, and friendly storm-cloud eyes. When she saw his gaze, she padded forward.
Copperfur fought for words, taking a step back as she drew closer.
"Why were you eating that plant?"
"Excuse me?"
"I have plenty of food inside," the she-cat spoke, stepping forward. "We could share if you want."
"Uhhh... I think I'm good," Copperfur was starting to feel awkward.
"But you must be hungry!" Exclaimed the she-cat, looking surprised. "You are so skinny!"
"I already ate, but, uh, thanks for the invitation," Copperfur began to turn around. "And I wasn't eating it, I was gathering the leaves."
"What is so interesting about that plant?" The she-cat asked, cocking her head.
Copperfur sighed, and turned back around. "It's an herb, er, Medicine. It'll help cats with a bad disease called Green-cough."
"Really! That's amazing! How do you know this? Are you a healer-cat?" The she-cat's eyes grew bright.
"No, but I need to collect it to help my Clan," he began to reach down to pick, but the She-cat continued to talk.
"Clan? Oh, are you one of those cats who live in the forest?"
"Yes," Copperfur replied, starting to lose his patience.
"Oh," the she-cat looked at Copperfur's expression. "I'm sorry, you must be busy. I'm Ginger, by the way. Take as much as you want."
Copperfur smiled, "thank-you Ginger. I'm Copperfur." He bent down and stuffed his mouth with as much Cat Mint as he could carry.
"Are you leaving now Copperfur?" Ginger asked.
Copperfur nodded.
"Well, stop by whenever you're in the Neighborhood!" Ginger smiled, then watched as Copperfur smiled, and disappeared over the fence.
Other: None
