Post by ♥-Ko- on May 31, 2009 16:32:33 GMT -5
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Name;; Elmo.
Meaning;; Named after a Sesamy Street character.
Species of Cat;; Long-haired something-or-other - just a common cat.
Gender;; Male.
Age when Died;; 4 moons.
Color;; Grey/white.
Clan;;ForestClan.
Appearance;; A fluffy bundle of cuteness; expect to 'awwwe' once you've met Elmo. His long fur doesn't hide his skinniness, however; much too underfed is this tiny kitten. His eyes, a pale green, hide a certain sadness unseen in other animals. If ever you were to meet the ghost of a cat, this would be the epitome. Elmo is a hesitant kind of kit inside, but never really shows it; he walks with a brave kind of fearlessness, but a ghostly smile never leaves his lips. The kit is quite beautiful; his whole profile has an eerie feel to it. His pink button nose, tiny paws and fluffy tail, that rivals the length of his body, all add to his endearing appearance. He has a sweet charm about him; the only hauntingly bad thing about him are the scars around his little white neck, and the tiny prick marks on his muzzle.
Personality;; Elmo has a lovable personality; excitable and hyper when alive, now he is evanescent. He drifts along through life; if it can be called that. He misses his life very much; his twoleg owners miss him so much, also.
But apart from that, Elmo is a joyous kit. Adventurous, and a little headstrong, the white and grey kit loves to find new places to sun himself in. He's happiest when with other cats; preferable ones his age, or family members. He loves to stalk mice and insects in the grass, and is getting quite good at it. Elmo tends to disobey orders, however, and is a little renegade. It's funny to watch. When he's hungry, however, Elmo tends to ingore everything.
History;; Elmo's history is a bittersweet one; he grew up with twolegs, in a small house. The children loved him very much, and he loved them back. He had so many happy memories with them, and he never wanted to leave; his older sister Katza lived there with him. But one hot, Summer's day, Elmo was playing by the football net in the garden - his paws wrapped around the soft netting, and he was in heaven. And suddenly, his neck was caught in the net. He struggled viciously - he couldn't die! Not yet! He was so young...he wished he could go back in time, even a minute ago. But soon, Elmo's struggles slowed, and eventually, stopped. Blood was awash around his tiny muzzle; on the ground, and on the white netting. His little body went limp; but the biggest change was in his eyes. Only a moment ago, so full of life, the light was now gone. The green in them had grown paler, and they were dead. The kit's heart stopped beating, as the red fireflies danced in the evening light.
What's your OOC name?;; Ko. x)
Where did you find us?;; Lulz. I dunno, Pawprints.
How could we improve this site if anything? Nothing could be better ;3
What do you like best about here?You.
