Post by wynnyelle on May 30, 2008 17:54:03 GMT -5
Name: Cozette
Clan: none
Position: loner
Age: 19 moons
Gender: she-cat
Peltage: Serval: Cozette is tall and thin, about 22 pounds, a light tawny colour with small black spots all over. The tawny fades to white on her belly, chin, and insides of her legs. Her black ringed tail is short and thick. She has huge ears set atop her head, with rounded tips. Her nose is large and black with a pink stripe down the middle. Her face is triangular, her neck long and graceful and her paws small and ovaline. She has hazel eyes.
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Personality: Cozette is shy and standoffish, unsure and untrusting around other cats. She also tends to consider those outside her breed to be beneath her and nothing more than prey. She was raised by her mother, Moffet, alone, after her mother escaped from her twolegs home while pregnant. Cozette's mother gave birth to her and her sister in midwinter in a poorly made den that failed to provide very good shelter. Cozette's sister died of the cold.
Cozette harbours a hatred of twolegs because her mother was declawed by them. She also has a tendency to prey on other cats and especially kittens that are not "of her kind" for food, although she will not attempt to kill a cat she doesn't think she has a chance at killing. Yes, she is a killer. However, her lifestyle rarely brings her into contact with other cats since she is extremely solitary for the most part.
IC: Cozette leaped in bouncing, zigzag fashion through the grass, after a rat she had missed on her first pounce. Hearing the rodent rustling just ahead of her she made a final leap. Her front paws came down on the hapless critter's body, stunning it. She crunched down on its neck to kill it quickly. She was hungry, having not eaten very much in the past day or so. Her mind and body had been consumed by another sort of hunger, for another kind of critter, the kind that swaggered tall and proud and called himself a tom. But she had failed yet to find a suitable mate. Her mother had warned her about this, that she might just have to settle. But Cozette wasn't one to settle for something below her standards, not with regards to a decision so important. Cozette bit the head off the rat, spat it out and chomped down on the blood filled neck and shoulder area of her prey. She would just keep looking.
Code: blood
Clan: none
Position: loner
Age: 19 moons
Gender: she-cat
Peltage: Serval: Cozette is tall and thin, about 22 pounds, a light tawny colour with small black spots all over. The tawny fades to white on her belly, chin, and insides of her legs. Her black ringed tail is short and thick. She has huge ears set atop her head, with rounded tips. Her nose is large and black with a pink stripe down the middle. Her face is triangular, her neck long and graceful and her paws small and ovaline. She has hazel eyes.
Picture:
Personality: Cozette is shy and standoffish, unsure and untrusting around other cats. She also tends to consider those outside her breed to be beneath her and nothing more than prey. She was raised by her mother, Moffet, alone, after her mother escaped from her twolegs home while pregnant. Cozette's mother gave birth to her and her sister in midwinter in a poorly made den that failed to provide very good shelter. Cozette's sister died of the cold.
Cozette harbours a hatred of twolegs because her mother was declawed by them. She also has a tendency to prey on other cats and especially kittens that are not "of her kind" for food, although she will not attempt to kill a cat she doesn't think she has a chance at killing. Yes, she is a killer. However, her lifestyle rarely brings her into contact with other cats since she is extremely solitary for the most part.
IC: Cozette leaped in bouncing, zigzag fashion through the grass, after a rat she had missed on her first pounce. Hearing the rodent rustling just ahead of her she made a final leap. Her front paws came down on the hapless critter's body, stunning it. She crunched down on its neck to kill it quickly. She was hungry, having not eaten very much in the past day or so. Her mind and body had been consumed by another sort of hunger, for another kind of critter, the kind that swaggered tall and proud and called himself a tom. But she had failed yet to find a suitable mate. Her mother had warned her about this, that she might just have to settle. But Cozette wasn't one to settle for something below her standards, not with regards to a decision so important. Cozette bit the head off the rat, spat it out and chomped down on the blood filled neck and shoulder area of her prey. She would just keep looking.
Code: blood
