Twister

[`honeybee]

So here I go!
I have got my back to the wind

Twister



male| eighteen moons | amarican tabby




Name:

Twister

Age:

eighteen moons

Home:

neighborhood

And I will fly higher than I ever have been
I'll follow all my dreams, my destiny is waiting for me

Fears:

`cars
`children
`small dogs
`loud anythings
`things around his neck


Likes:

+heights
+wet places
+storms
+wet cat food
+women


Dislikes:

-being bothered
-being called "here kitty."
-dark places
-most other males


Overall Personality:

Twister is a pretty happy, yet serious cat. He tends to be very rambucious or overly hyper. Usually seen up in tall trees, he is very daring. He's not afraid of very much things, though he does get skitish around other cats; not very vocal or soical. He is very strict. If something isn't being done his way, he'll tell you so. Might it be with a aggrivated meow or a slash to the face, you'd find out either way.

Twitty is very vain, he always thinks about himself rather than others. He is the most beautiful creature in his mind. Rarely does he ever listen to the commands of others. Also, when Twister gts focused on something, nothing can ever distract him. He loves to have things handed to him on a silver platter, but doesn't mind if he has to do some work to get what he wants.

I am on my way, heading for a sunnier sky
And all my past worries, I will leave them behind

Appearance:

Very lean and quite small, Twister isn't the most threatening looking cat in town. Most of his fur consits of white, with patches of brown brindle. His visage was blessed with almond shaped green eyes. Long, white whiskers twitch all the time with his pink, wet nose. Behind him lashed a long, brindle tail.

History:

Twister was born a stray. Under a abandoned house in the neighborhood. His mother was one of the best, doing all she could for him and his many siblings. Sadly, only him, two brother, and a sister survived the stray life out of seven birthed kittens. Twister never got to even meet them. Mother had Twister and his siblings living the "fast life," once their eyes were open, they started learning how to hunt. He was never the best at it, but as he grew older he learned that you could get food easier from the humans that walked around and threw trash in plastic containers and practically gave it to their mutts.

There was a time when Twister tried to live in the forest area around his little suberb, that didn't go too well. Only lasted about a week and he made his way back to his comfy, trashy yard. Elderly people always made he best tenates in his opinion.

Now it is time for the beginning of a brighter day
It's a brighter day!

Chat Box Name: honeybee


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Role play Sample:

The weather had, as usual, been pretty hot and dry. Lance seriously
hated humid weather more than any other kind of wearther, but it
would've sucked if it was raining right now, so Lance just sucked it
up and delt with it. Leisurely, Lance walked across the grass and over
to a banch that had been placed in the most perfectly shaded place on
campus. Before sitting down, he looked around the yard, seeing if
anyone of interest would be within hollaring distance. Sadly, there was
nobody. Slightly disappointed, he sat down on the bench and proped
his ankle atop his knee. Lance might have been more of a loner-type,
but he didn't want to seem like that to other people. So, to give off the
look of being busy, he dug into his shoulder bag and pulled out a book
titled The Ultimate Technical Study Book for Trumpet, a book that
he had been looking over and nearly perfecting for the past couple weeks.
The book contained exercises that were to be played at a speed where
mistakes were not made. He loved the challange it held. Giving up to the
urge, Lance started moving his three fingers on his right hand, fingering
along with the notes he read off the page.

His dream seemed impossible to most, but to him it was acheviable like
any other. He would become one of the utmost best players in the world.
Not the United States, but the world. Lance would give up anything to
reach his dream. Might it be his social life or even his high school degree,
he would drop anything in a heart beat just to become a God at trumpet.
Lost in his music, Lance would probably ignore someone if they were to
come up to him. Not out of disrespect, but out of pure unknowingness to
their presence.
from SOM. 289 words.

[♥Ky-nim♥]

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