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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Dec 19, 2010 19:24:16 GMT -5
- Call me Silenteagle
- I'm a male, and a stud of a male at that.
- A magnificent cat is what I was born.
- An estimated 4 winters I have lumbered across the lands.
- I am believed to be a Maine Coon, though the purity of my blood is debatable.
- Here is a photo for you to kiss: [KISS me]
- Printed copies are sold out, sorry.
- I walk as a loner, going where I please, when I please, if I please, and how I please. Little to nothing stops me from doing what I want.
- Oh, want to know my thoughts? Go on and ask, though don't complain if you don't like the answers. Some one-word descriptions for me could be lazy, stubborn, arrogant, haughty, egotistical, selfish, possessive, snobby, reckless, naive, and careless. But, they could also be humorous, relaxed, carefree, independent, jovial, romantic, adventurous, and intelligent. So take your pick for which set you'd like to use. From my point of view, I'm an all-around chill guy. I like the occasional fight every now and again, especially to put some stuck-up territory-holder in his place, and I love meeting the ladies. Whatever I want, I work to get, and I don't let anything hold me back. So if I want to charm the lovely calico next door, I'll do anything I can to befriend her, and follow her cues to a fun relationship. If I want to hunt on the land of the scary snagtoothed tom up north, I will - I can probably beat him in a fight, and if I can't, I can run fast. I'm just not worried about failure or consequences. What will be, will be, and I'm fine with that.
However, I am rather secretive. I don't always let even my close friends or lovers know my inner thoughts, because my insides are full of doubt. I brag about myself because I want reassurance that I'm as great as I hope I am. I get in fights because I want to prove to myself that I'm not a coward. I pursue she-cats constantly because I need to let myself believe that I am worthy of love. On the outside, I may be the tall and swaggering tiger... but on the inside, I am only a wide-eyed cub.
- My origins? Nosy little critter you are. I was born to a kittypet family in a log home near the mountains. I was the offspring of my mother, Snatch, and my father was a stud cat that our twoleg had rented. His name may have been Eagle, in fact I believe it was since I was named after him.
My siblings were only a brother, Quicksnatch, who was the fighter of the two of us, constantly pouncing on me, dust bunnies, Cinnamon's tail, anything that moved. Life was peaceful enough, but my brother's aggressive attitude and short temper made me withdraw, which is why I was named Silenteagle. I rarely spoke, for it seemed everything I said made Quicksnatch mad. It seemed the twolegs liked me better than him, for they always crooned about my fur and my build. I suppose whatever they had aspired to breed in a Maine Coon, I had it, and this made me the center of attention whenever other twolegs visited. Quicksnatch resented this, for his fur was of the wrong show color and therefore made him less appealing to the twolegs' program.
After a few months of living like this, Quicksnatch finally lost his temper full throttle on me when I accidentally ate his share of a catnip treat the twolegs had brought us. Our fight was so terrific that the twolegs tossed us outside in the snow to cool down. After a few hours, with both fur and some blood mixed with our pawprints in the snow, Quicksnatch appealed to the twolegs and found his way back inside. I chose to stay outside, refusing to forgive my brother for how he treated me, though I visited every day to be fed. The twolegs tried to catch me many times, but to no avail. The call of the forest was too strong a temptation to resist.
I began frequenting my birth-home less and less, as I explored the woodlands nearby, and the dazzling cliffs. It's a wonder I didn't injure myself in my curious travels, but after a while I figured out how to hunt, climb, and run from neighborhood animals. Soon I figured I was independent. When I returned home one last time to say my goodbyes, I was shocked to find that Snatch had given birth to a litter or two in my absence. Quicksnatch had become lazy and pudgy, and I was ignored when I tried to get their attention. The season's new kittens either gawked at me or shied away, and I realized I had already been forgotten. With a somewhat bitter but nevertheless excited heart, I left the area completely. My own blazing path has taken me nearly everywhere in the forests, and with no twolegs to depend upon, I travel as far as I want, whenever I want. I've met some ladies and seen some of my kits grow up, and I don't plan on changing a thing for the rest of my days.
- Those I've met and parted from:
Snatch - mother - unknown
Quicksnatch - brother - unknown
Eagle - father - unknown
Cecilia - mate - unknown
----- Jarme, Kayl, and Pella - alive
Garia - mate - alive
----- Tollya - dead, Fe'ara - unknown, Kite, Saskra, Legarth - alive
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