Post by Emzie on Aug 12, 2010 21:08:16 GMT -5
CHAMELEON
[/color][/font]I change my color for you
I shed my coat with caution
I lack the beauty you display
See hear they are the bruises
And some were self-inflicted
And some showed up along the way
Chameleon is little tom who untrusting and suspicius of the intentions of others. He's sneaky and secretive with his folded back ears and slightly squinted gaze. When first meeting him he's not very pleasant, but if one takes the time to get to know him they will find he's very loyal and forms deep bonds with others. He's very intelligent and cunning, making him a great ally.
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who are you
name;; Emzie
gender;; female
secret code;; removed by staff
how you found us;; casty refered me from Vengeance, kinda.
we just met
cat's name;; Chameleon
gender;; tom
fixed;; nope
years;; half year
brief;; A cat who takes a long time to trust others, but becomes deeply bonded with those he does trust. His intelligence is uncommon for one as young as he is, but not many cats know about it.
there's a dagger
positives;; He's very loyal and protective, and can be polite (especially to she-cats) when in a good mood. Lastly, he's quite intelligent and enjoys coming up with plans and schemes.
negatives;; Chameleon doesn't take well to new cats, and is quite untrusting and secretive around those he doesn't know well. It also doesn't take much for him to get angry. He especially dislikes older toms who try to take authority over him.
past style;; His past wasn't very happy, as he and his mother were constantly on the move to keep from being killed. There was a lot of betrayal, and also sadness with the loss of his mother.
at my throat
fur style;; He has short hair, and it's not very soft at all. His coloring is tortie, but he's sort of split in half; one side is black with tan blotches, and his other side is the opposite. It's very noticable on his face, which has a nearly straight line between his eyes and down to his nose.
my eyes;; His eyes are quite large and round, but it's not that noticable since he tends to keep them suspiciously squinted. They are yellow in color with golden flecks.
build;; Chameleon is on the small side for a tom cat. He doesn't have much for muscle mass, thus he's pretty thin. This, however, makes him quite fast and flexible. Both his ears and paws are on the larger side though, the former he keeps folded back since he despises them.
scars;; He has a few scars here and there that are barely visible, but nothing too major.
now you know
mother;; Gypsy {Deceased}
father;; Unknown
siblings;; None
lovers;; None
children;; None
friends;; None
other;; None
timeline;; Chameleon was the only kit born to Gypsy, a kittypet. Her twolegs weren't expecting her to have kittens at all, so they were very angry when they discovered Chameleon a few days after he was born. It took them awhile since Gypsy was very good at hiding her kit. A twoleg roughly snatched Chameleon away from her, clutching him very tightly. Gypsy hissed and attacked the twoleg, making him lose his grip on the tiny kit. After that, the she-cat grabbed him and darted out of the house, never to return.
Once out in the wild, Gypsy was far too nervous to spend more than a night or two in one area. Thus, Chameleon was constantly on the move during his first few moons of life. He begged his mother for stability, but later regretted it. The den they chose to use repeatedly ended up being within the territory of a very dominant tom.
He was enraged when he found the trespassers. He attacked them, and Gypsy fought back but was no match. She instructed Chameleon to run away in her last few moments of life. He obeyed, and didn't stop running for many moments. He found comfort in an old fox den and restlessly slept there for the night.
Since then, Chameleon has lived in almost complete seclusion from others. He has taken up the habit of not staying in one area very long, and has also become quite depressed and confused about what to do.
roleplay me;; As assignments were made and his clanmates began to disperse, Mistedsky was able to navigate camp easier. Since he didn't here a word about an apprentice bringing him food, he ventured over to the freshkill pile on his own. It wasn't difficult to scent when the number of cats in the camp when down.
He took slow and careful steps in the direct of the freshkill pile. His ears and nose were on alert for cats in his path; there seemed to be none. He reached the pile without insident and simply chose a mouse since the pile was low. The blind tom turned back around and headed back into his den.
A scent of some sort of plant came to his nose. He wasn't too familiar with plants, except the common ones used for healing, seeing as he often found himself needing to go to the medicine cat. He shook the smell off as nothing, assuming a breeze carried it in from the forest.
Mistedsky was very wrong. The next step he took he ended up with a prickly nettle jammed up under his toes. He let out a small yelp of pain and dropped his mouse. It wasn't so much painful as it was surprising though. When he tried to sit down to work on removing the nettle, he ended up landing in more of them.
Mistedsky tried his best to stay calm, even though he was alone and had various pieces of nettle stuck in his fur. He removed the prickles from his foot, then worked on the ones on his hind end and poofy tail. Piling all the nettles in one area close to the den entrance, he scented out his dropped mouse and took careful bites to be sure he didn't eat any of those horrid plants.
He guessed the nettles found their way into his den because either an apprentice was playing a joke or just being plan mousebrained. Mistedsky didn't think much of it, but planned to mention the insident to the next cat who spoke to him and ask them to help him get all of the nettles out of the den.