Bree Ludmilla//a Sprinter//Arrogant & Loyal{done!}

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• Name: Bree Ludmilla
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species: Felis catus (feline.)
  
  
• Age : One winter old and six moons.
  
  
• Closest breed: American Shorthair
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): Click. Image was made with the mweor custom generator.
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):
  
  
• Status: Aloof, cold, and is fretting about the lack of prey.
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony):Subordinate of the Tornado colony.
  
  
• Personality: Sharp, saucy, and sarcastic are the three words that perfectly describe this pessimistic cat. Bree Ludmilla tends to look at the glass half-full, be a bit arrogant towards others, and can be rather suspicious in regards to other cats. No, she's not aloof because some random male shattered her heart, and no, she was not abducted when she was young. Nor was she outcasted from her colony or thrown out of the cult. It's just the way she is. And will most likely always be. However, she isn't entirely bitter. She has a weakness towards young kits, perhaps smitten with their innocence and acceptance of others. She hasn't had any kits of her own, though, and secretly wishes for a litter. This isn't going to happen anytime soon, since most males (and females too) dislike her intense and constant sarcasm. She can be a real pain in the neck, but she is loyal to the end and will fight to the death to defend her colony, especially the kits. Also, she hates being hungry. Perhaps it's because she's seen what it can do to others, but either way, hunger is one of her worst fears. Ironically, she cannot hunt to save her life, and often has to rely on the others in her colony to make up for her meager catches. Sometimes she wonders if things would have been better for her if she had joined the Cult, or had become a loner. Or, shame upon shame, stayed a kittypet.
  
  
• History:
  as a KiT;;
  Bree Ludmilla once was a kittypet. Hard to believe, but yes, a kittypet. She was born to a small, plump tabby housecat named Mira. She has two siblings, Madge and Milo, and they all lived in a human's home for quite sometime. Mira was incredibly afraid of the outdoors and forbade her kits to even look out an open window lest some savage wild-cat come and take her precious kits away. Of course, this only made Bree more and more curious as to see what was outside the constricting walls of her home. Her siblings, on the other hand, did not share this fascination. Milo, a dark blue and black tom, was quite like his mother and was skeptical of the outdoors. He had seen the dog come in, paws and legs splattered with mud and grime and that was quite enough for him, thank you very much. Madge, a very pretty pink and white tortie, was mildly curious, but really held no true interest. One time, Bree slipped out the door as the human opened it to take out the garbage. She was struck by the vastness of the backyard. In truth, it was a very small yard, hardly enough space to hold a barbeque grill, but to Bree it was huge! She was amazed with what seemed to be a huge tower of brownish grey paper with small green fibrous shred of stuff scattered all over it. This was obviously a tree--no, a shrub. But anyway, by the time she got back inside, she had a thousand different stories to tell. Madge listened in a sort of a mix between admiration and fear to Bree's stories, while Milo promptly ran to Mira and told her what had happened. Horrified, Mira was almost furious with Bree and forbade her to even look out of an open window. Because of this, she lost her brother's respect and her sister's admiration. She lived a very strict life until she was about six moons old, and ran away.
  
  as an APPRENTiCE aged cat;;
  
  Bree slipped out of a hole in a screen-door and ran away. Where too, she didn't know. What would she do for food, she had no idea. Who she would live with, not an inkling of thought. But she ran, and kept running until she was far away from her home. Soon, she found herself in the middle of a vast two-leg city. She was frightened by the cars and dogs who chased her on her very first day. The dogs were not like the tame, aging toy-terrier that lived in her old home, but huge, hungry crosses between mastiffs and great danes. She was quite lucky to live after the first encounter. Bree only survived because of an elderly tom who had happened to be turning the corner as she and the dogs raced past. Seeing the easier (and bigger) cat, the dogs changed course and caught him. Bree has never been the same, and takes the old cat's death personally.
  After a cold, frightening night in an alley corner, she ran into some strays. These were selfish, mean, and hungry cats who would take advantage of others just to get a single scrap of food. They obviously saw Bree as weak and a little lost, and soon had manipulated her into stealing some food from an opposing gang's camp. Inadvertently, she set off what amounted to a miniature war. And she was stuck in the crossfire.
  The opposing gang viewed her as the catalyst for this entire conflict, and Bree's very life was at stake for quite some time. But who could she turn to? She could not go home, for she didn't know the way and her pride wouldn't allow her. The gang she had fallen in step with didn't care about her and hardly gave her enough to eat. But they gave her enough to live on. And they let her stay in the vicinity of their group.
  There was nothing to do but stay.
  
  as an ADULT and NOW;;
  
  When she reached her twelve moon, she decided that she had been through enough. She was sick of looking around corners to check for a gang of cats who had made it their personal mission to kill her, and she was tired of the lack of food. So she set off. Again, she didn't know where. But she had found out that there had to be some place that was better than where she was now. Soon, after nearly a moon of traveling and being chased out of places, she entered the forest. Within it, she discovered that there were several different colonies and what was known as 'The Cult'. She had heard of this cult, and it's habit of leaving the dead unburied, and so decided to see if she could join a colony. Surprisingly, the matriarch of 'The Sprinters' let her join, and now she is living a regular life as one of the subordinates of the colony. The others are a bit taken aback by her aloofness and sarcasm, but they seem to accept her as one of their own.
  
  
• Relationships:
  
  Dam--Mira--status unknown
  
  Sire--unknown--status unknown (possibly dead)
  
  Sibling--Madge--status unknown
  
  Sibling--Milo--status unknown
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  Nothing yet. ^_^
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  

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