Post by // TOBY on Jun 30, 2007 15:04:42 GMT -5
Name: Toby.
Clan: N/A
Age: 13 Moons.
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Kittypet.
Short Description: A thin tabby cat with pale green eyes.
Appearance:
Clan: N/A
Age: 13 Moons.
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Kittypet.
Short Description: A thin tabby cat with pale green eyes.
Appearance:
Toby is a this tabby cat with a long body. His pelt is a mix of the general tabby colors; brown, black, lighter brow, etc. His appearence isn't that unique, but he's thinner. That's about it. It's his personality that makes him unique. Toby has a pair of beautiful, pale eyes that sit in the middle of his narrow face.Personality:
Toby has a brown nose and a white muzzle. Each paw is white before it meets with the rest of his leg. His ears are long and pointed, and his eyes are lined with an off white / light brown color.
Toby isn't like any of the cat's that you would meet in the forest. Nope, nothing like them at all. Toby was bought from a breeder, but as far as he knows, he's lived with these two legs all of his life; he dosen't remember life with tha breeder. His life is full of fancy, wet, cat food, shiney collars, and fluffy cat beds. He's spoiled, and has it good, almost too good.History:
See, the problem with Toby is that everything is handed to him; it's like he thinks you owe him something even if it's him that owes you. That's just how it is. He can be very grouchy without food and everything else he's uised to in his routine. Yep, that's right. He has a routine. He is so used to it, he would be lost without it. Wake up, eat, sleep, go outside, eat, sleep, (every third day) bath, outside, sleep. That's how it is, and that;s how he likes it.
Toby is very picky, aswell. He'll eat almost any kind of cat food unless it's dry or tuna. Also, he only sleeps on feather pillows... yes, he can tell the difference.
Toby was born at a breeders. He dosen't remember though, he was born as a kittn of six days, maybe a week old. From the begining, he was 'royalty'. Yes royalty. But the jewls and diamonds were traded in for cat treats and feather pillows.IC:
He was never crated, yelled at, or anything of that sort. It was almost like he was rewarded for using the white carpet as a bathroom. Well, maybe rewarded is a bit of a stretch, but no one cared. "The maid'll get it" they'd say.
Toby lived with a veyr wealthy family, nice house, pool, four cars, the works. But he was always by himself; maybe he got some affection from the house keeper when she put his food down, but that was it.
Once Toby turned one (one year, not one moon... so twelve moons), he was let outside. It was bright, and scary... but he loved it. The first time was the worst. He got curious by the pool and fell in. Yep, it was a disaster. But after that, he became more knowledgable of his surrondings and became 'street smart'.
Toby pranced along around the edge of the pool. Yes, he pranced. Toby had a certian bounce to his step, almost like a skip. The sun shon off the water and onto Toby. The rocks of the pool deck were hot under his feet, but nothing he wasn;t used to.
A small silver bell that was hanging from his collar rang with every step he made. "Tooobbbyyy..." It was the made. She was early today. Toby turned and pranced toward her voice. She was standing in the sliding glass door. Toby favourite time of day. Lunch.
She put his dish down beside the counter and tapped the ground beside it, telling him to come. After stroking him once, she stood back up and went to make the beds.