Shyamal//gregarious loner.

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• Name: Shyamal
  
  
• Gender: male
  
  
• Species:Feline
  
  
• Age : Two winters and a moon.
  
  
• Closest breed:A cross between a british shorthair and a siamese; he does not show any siamese coloring (thought he may carry the genes for it) but he is a bit long-legged compared to other british shorthairs.
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): Click.
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):
  
  
• Status: Cold, tired lone male looking for a territory.
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): n/a
  
  
• Personality:Shyamal is a rather talkative cat who hates being alone and by himself. This obviously presents an issue, as he's a lone male, but we'll get into that later. He is smart, though he has gotten himself in a few situations that could have easily been avoided by keeping his mouth shut, but no, he had to slid that one comment that really irked whomever was bothering him at the moment.
  
  He is also outgoing, and it seems that his personal mission is to make friends with everyone he meets in his lifespan. If he keeps going the way he's headed, that lifespan probably won't be too long. He is known for wandering into other male's territories, (exploring, he says) and has once or twice gone into the vicinity of the Cult's territory (curious, he says). Needless to say, he enjoys exploring and his kitten trait of being curious of everything and everyone has not vanished. This has also gotten him in trouble, again, needless to say.
  
  He hasn't quite expressed much of an interest in seeking romance instead of adventure, thinking it dull and for cats who have nothing else better to do, but his views on the topic may change in the coming moons. He has thought of joining the Cult, just for the companionship you see, but on one of his exploits he happened to see what they did to their dead, and it really creeped him out.
  
  
• History:
  
  as a kit;;
  
  As a kit Shyamal was very curious and outgoing, not unlike his adult self. He was born into a colony–he has long forgotten it's name. His mother, Flame, a ginger tabby with sparkling green eyes, took excellent care of him and his three siblings; Doe, Creek, and Wind. They were born during a cold winter, a harsh one. They were quite lucky to survive, and it was only because of Flame's excellent hunting skills that they did. Shyamal grew up with his siblings and the attention and love of the entire colony. The close companionship is one of the things he misses dearly. Time raced on, and before he knew it, he was seven moons, the average age for males to leave their colony. He and his two brothers, Creek and Wind, went off on separate paths, and he hasn't seen them since. He often finds himself wondering how they managed to walk away so gleefully, without a trace of sorrow on their faces.
  
  as a younger loner;;
  
  Shyamal traveled long and far before he met another cat. And when he did, he wasn't too happy to see him. The cat he ran into was known as Skull, and incidentally, Shyamal had wandered right into the heart of his territory. Skull was a cat with a nasty temper, and did not take kindly to strangers. Seeing that there was no way out, Shyamal tried to talk the huge, burly tom out of shredding him and using the young cat's pelt to line his den, but it didn't work. He ended up getting into a brutal fight, and a long scar that snakes itself along his flank is a reminder of this.
  
  After making a narrow escape, Shyamal accidentally got into another mess. He wandered into a colony's territory, and this one didn't seem to like strangers either. He was promptly chased out, and ended up in another male's territory. Fortunately, he got out of a potential fight. As one would expect, he tried to get out of it by talking. That didn't work, so he ran. He never thought much about his father, but it was obviously him who he had inherited his long legs from. This happened again, and again, and again, except with different males and different territories.
  
  And then, he ended up wandering into the Cult's land. He had heard of them, and liked the idea of living with other cats for a change. He decided that it would be a good idea to 'observe' the Cult for a while, before he thought about joining. What he saw didn't appeal to him. On the first day, he saw a group of cats obviously morning over another who had died. When he came back the second day, the cats had vanished, but the corpse remained. Shyamal was puzzled, and managed to speak with a loner who was passing through the empty territory he was occupying while he sorted things out. The loner told him that the Cult left their dead unburied and that they were full of...darkness, and could change things like the seasons and stuff. Shyamal was completely creeped out. All ideas of joining the Cult vanished.
  
  and now;;
  
  And now he has resumed wandering, getting into fights, and talking to others when able. Soon, perhaps he will settle down and claim a territory, but for now, he's on his own.
  
  
• Relationships:
  
  Dam--Flame--unknown
  
  Sire--unknown--unknown
  
  Siblings–
  
  Doe--alive
  
  Creek--unknown
  
  Wind--unknown
  
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  Nothing quite yet. ^_^
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  

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