Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 13:53:55 GMT -5
Name: Jazz
Age: 29
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Jazz's appearance could best be described as a black panther forcefully shoved into a cat's body. Her glossy fur is thick and compact, painted with a dark, jet-black coating. So black even, that it would be hard to notice her in the depths of night, were it not for her dark amber eyes glinting in the shadows. Her build is quite tall, usually towering over the natural height cat when she isn't hunched over as she usually is. Her legs are long, though not clumsy, as her movements are graceful and quick. She's got an abnormally long tail to add, often seen absent-mindedly swirling behind her when she gets worked up over something. She's got a small, grey nose peeking out from her sharp features, almond-shaped eyes that are often set to a glare, and two pointy ears perked right on top of her head. Her claws are slightly dulled, though, as Jazz is not a fighter, nor is she a lover. Either way, they're probably not as maintained as they should be. Her teeth, however, are eerily sharp, as she uses them as her primary mode of defense, rather than her nails.
Description Summary: A tall, short furred black she-cat with dark amber eyes.
Personality: Jazz is no pushover, she strives for what she believes in, and what she believes in only. It's best to describe her personality as an older sister, donning a black leather jacket and a cherry flavoured lolly-pop in her mouth. Not that she likes cherry, but more that it looks cooler. She won't take anything from anyone, whether it'd be her own friends or whatever ancestors there may be out there. If she thinks your idea is stupid, that you're acting stupid, or that the situation is stupid, she'll take matters into her own hands.. paws, and do it herself, if nobody else will.
Cats who don't know her well might see her as mean-spirited, ill-tempered, or just plain rude, but if anyone took the time to get to know the einzelganger she-cat, they'd find that she's quite affectionate and caring, just in her own way. She's no chatterbox, she doesn't give love and praises, but when you receive her approval, you know you've rightfully earned it. Under the tough, cold exterior lies a cat who only does what she believes is done in the correct situation. Everything she says will be full of her very own honesty, and she will not take anything from anyone who believes otherwise.
She may act like she doesn't care, turn away at another cat's turmoil or roll her eyes at being told what to do, but in the end, she still does them. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, is her reasoning. She doesn't particularly care if she does, unless it's someone she truly cares about, but she doesn't want to go out and hurt cats on purpose, either. If she does, it's their own fault, or so she believes.
History: Jazz never particularly had an easy life. She was born in a large litter of eight. How her mother managed to raise those eight rambunctious kits? She didn't. She abandoned them after a moon of raising at the side of the road and left them to fend for themselves. It was there that Jazz immediately knew that life was a matter of survival of the fittest. It wasn't unusual for at least one of the kits to pass through the night, and barely aware Jazz couldn't even grasp the situation when their bodies turned up cold. Though she and her siblings were passed around from she-cat to she-cat, there was never a place that she truly belonged. This fact slowly became more and more clear to the ever-growing kitten, as every 'mother' that she'd known never truly had a heart for the kits, they just took them in with a clear cause of pity and morals.
Jazz watched her kin grow up with colder growing eyes, unknowing what to do every time a day passed by and another cat left them behind. She was the oldest of the litter, always the wisest, the most knowing, but she was nothing but a kitten. A young, fuzzy black little creature in charge of multiple other fuzzy little creatures. It wasn't until the second-born, Fade, suddenly was taken in by another group of cats and moved away from her kin, that Jazz realized what she had to do. A successor was chosen, and when she reached the young age of eight moons, Jazz decided to cut loose herself from her kin and roam the busy streets of Edinburgh all on her own.
Wandering the city alone was cold and unforgiving. Not every day promised a meal, and not every meal promised to be filling. Jazz could only hope to snuggle up somewhere in a corner at night, but more often than not, the uneven rocks carved into the pavement would do. The furless beasts were the worst part of it all, though some were nice, others were not. Jazz could barely count the amount of kicks she'd received in her side when she neared too close, or those gross, damp, grabby hands dirtying her beautifully glossy fur as all she could do was hiss and shriek, hoping that this unfamiliar creature would let her go.
And at some point, she finally had enough. She didn't like the street life at all. It was loud, flashy, and way too much for a simple-loving cat like her. But how could she escape? She didn't even know, so she went scavenging. At first, it seemed to be not much use. That was until she was chased into a strange, long and shiny beast. Busied up in sniffing the dark grey floor with a strange pattern, Jazz only learned that she'd been trapped within the thing when her paws fell out under her as it screeched and rumbled. Panic welled up inside her system as she darted around, trying desperately to find an escape, but it was no use.
She had to force herself to settle down and stare out of the clear thing trapping her within, watching the dark grey and shiny city disappear and morph into a more lush and vibrant area. Rolling hills, dark green forests and tall grasses. Enamored by the views, Jazz merely stared outside for hours on end, ignoring her stomach's grumbles as the scenery sped in front of her. But dusk grew, and the thing slowly stopped, its paws screeching as the doors opened for the last time, the cold air flooding the room she was in. Apprehensively, Jazz finally stepped out, but she was far from when she was before.
A small town, barely inhabited stood before her, a dank forest encircling its houses. There was no food to scavenge, and Jazz would finally learn the true meanings of survival, hunting and fighting your way to the top. No longer was being tall as an intimidation tactic enough. She had to learn herself how to hunt, gulp down the nearest meal as fast as she could, and face off with an unfamiliar cat who'd lived there their whole life. Jazz loved the thought of it, territory, all to herself and whoever she wished to share with it, and before she knew it, she'd found a lifestyle of her calling.
But Jazz was just a loner, she wasn't a trained warrior, or an inhabitant kittypet, so the she-cat was soon driven further and further away from the small town, overpowered by the sheer numbers of the soft-hearted cats who lived there. Well! Jazz thought to herself If I can't have this place, then I'll just look further!
And further..
And..
She barely survived the trip over the mountains. No, she should have been dead. A young cat, barely twenty-six moons on the top of a cold, almost freezing, and windy place. But she didn't know why she continued to go. It was if something was calling her, closer and closer. It promised warmth, home, somewhere she'd be safe and non-threatened. So she kept pushing along. And finally, she'd found it. Another lush forest, more inviting and warmer than the one she'd been at before. Ecstatic, she rushed down the hills, barely feeling her toes wriggle onto the bright green grass. Finally she'd find it, home, finally home.
But she wasn't yet aware that here too, she'd have to fight for territory. But she doesn't care, either.
Other: None
Were You Referred? Nope
Age: 29
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Jazz's appearance could best be described as a black panther forcefully shoved into a cat's body. Her glossy fur is thick and compact, painted with a dark, jet-black coating. So black even, that it would be hard to notice her in the depths of night, were it not for her dark amber eyes glinting in the shadows. Her build is quite tall, usually towering over the natural height cat when she isn't hunched over as she usually is. Her legs are long, though not clumsy, as her movements are graceful and quick. She's got an abnormally long tail to add, often seen absent-mindedly swirling behind her when she gets worked up over something. She's got a small, grey nose peeking out from her sharp features, almond-shaped eyes that are often set to a glare, and two pointy ears perked right on top of her head. Her claws are slightly dulled, though, as Jazz is not a fighter, nor is she a lover. Either way, they're probably not as maintained as they should be. Her teeth, however, are eerily sharp, as she uses them as her primary mode of defense, rather than her nails.
Description Summary: A tall, short furred black she-cat with dark amber eyes.
Personality: Jazz is no pushover, she strives for what she believes in, and what she believes in only. It's best to describe her personality as an older sister, donning a black leather jacket and a cherry flavoured lolly-pop in her mouth. Not that she likes cherry, but more that it looks cooler. She won't take anything from anyone, whether it'd be her own friends or whatever ancestors there may be out there. If she thinks your idea is stupid, that you're acting stupid, or that the situation is stupid, she'll take matters into her own hands.. paws, and do it herself, if nobody else will.
Cats who don't know her well might see her as mean-spirited, ill-tempered, or just plain rude, but if anyone took the time to get to know the einzelganger she-cat, they'd find that she's quite affectionate and caring, just in her own way. She's no chatterbox, she doesn't give love and praises, but when you receive her approval, you know you've rightfully earned it. Under the tough, cold exterior lies a cat who only does what she believes is done in the correct situation. Everything she says will be full of her very own honesty, and she will not take anything from anyone who believes otherwise.
She may act like she doesn't care, turn away at another cat's turmoil or roll her eyes at being told what to do, but in the end, she still does them. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, is her reasoning. She doesn't particularly care if she does, unless it's someone she truly cares about, but she doesn't want to go out and hurt cats on purpose, either. If she does, it's their own fault, or so she believes.
History: Jazz never particularly had an easy life. She was born in a large litter of eight. How her mother managed to raise those eight rambunctious kits? She didn't. She abandoned them after a moon of raising at the side of the road and left them to fend for themselves. It was there that Jazz immediately knew that life was a matter of survival of the fittest. It wasn't unusual for at least one of the kits to pass through the night, and barely aware Jazz couldn't even grasp the situation when their bodies turned up cold. Though she and her siblings were passed around from she-cat to she-cat, there was never a place that she truly belonged. This fact slowly became more and more clear to the ever-growing kitten, as every 'mother' that she'd known never truly had a heart for the kits, they just took them in with a clear cause of pity and morals.
Jazz watched her kin grow up with colder growing eyes, unknowing what to do every time a day passed by and another cat left them behind. She was the oldest of the litter, always the wisest, the most knowing, but she was nothing but a kitten. A young, fuzzy black little creature in charge of multiple other fuzzy little creatures. It wasn't until the second-born, Fade, suddenly was taken in by another group of cats and moved away from her kin, that Jazz realized what she had to do. A successor was chosen, and when she reached the young age of eight moons, Jazz decided to cut loose herself from her kin and roam the busy streets of Edinburgh all on her own.
Wandering the city alone was cold and unforgiving. Not every day promised a meal, and not every meal promised to be filling. Jazz could only hope to snuggle up somewhere in a corner at night, but more often than not, the uneven rocks carved into the pavement would do. The furless beasts were the worst part of it all, though some were nice, others were not. Jazz could barely count the amount of kicks she'd received in her side when she neared too close, or those gross, damp, grabby hands dirtying her beautifully glossy fur as all she could do was hiss and shriek, hoping that this unfamiliar creature would let her go.
And at some point, she finally had enough. She didn't like the street life at all. It was loud, flashy, and way too much for a simple-loving cat like her. But how could she escape? She didn't even know, so she went scavenging. At first, it seemed to be not much use. That was until she was chased into a strange, long and shiny beast. Busied up in sniffing the dark grey floor with a strange pattern, Jazz only learned that she'd been trapped within the thing when her paws fell out under her as it screeched and rumbled. Panic welled up inside her system as she darted around, trying desperately to find an escape, but it was no use.
She had to force herself to settle down and stare out of the clear thing trapping her within, watching the dark grey and shiny city disappear and morph into a more lush and vibrant area. Rolling hills, dark green forests and tall grasses. Enamored by the views, Jazz merely stared outside for hours on end, ignoring her stomach's grumbles as the scenery sped in front of her. But dusk grew, and the thing slowly stopped, its paws screeching as the doors opened for the last time, the cold air flooding the room she was in. Apprehensively, Jazz finally stepped out, but she was far from when she was before.
A small town, barely inhabited stood before her, a dank forest encircling its houses. There was no food to scavenge, and Jazz would finally learn the true meanings of survival, hunting and fighting your way to the top. No longer was being tall as an intimidation tactic enough. She had to learn herself how to hunt, gulp down the nearest meal as fast as she could, and face off with an unfamiliar cat who'd lived there their whole life. Jazz loved the thought of it, territory, all to herself and whoever she wished to share with it, and before she knew it, she'd found a lifestyle of her calling.
But Jazz was just a loner, she wasn't a trained warrior, or an inhabitant kittypet, so the she-cat was soon driven further and further away from the small town, overpowered by the sheer numbers of the soft-hearted cats who lived there. Well! Jazz thought to herself If I can't have this place, then I'll just look further!
And further..
And..
She barely survived the trip over the mountains. No, she should have been dead. A young cat, barely twenty-six moons on the top of a cold, almost freezing, and windy place. But she didn't know why she continued to go. It was if something was calling her, closer and closer. It promised warmth, home, somewhere she'd be safe and non-threatened. So she kept pushing along. And finally, she'd found it. Another lush forest, more inviting and warmer than the one she'd been at before. Ecstatic, she rushed down the hills, barely feeling her toes wriggle onto the bright green grass. Finally she'd find it, home, finally home.
But she wasn't yet aware that here too, she'd have to fight for territory. But she doesn't care, either.
Other: None
Were You Referred? Nope