Post by iris on Jun 28, 2009 19:03:52 GMT -5
Role player| Iris
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Name| Brindlestripe
Gender| Tom
Physical Description|
He's a rather heavy-set tom, rather comfortable in himself for an inhabitant of the mound, although he is actually thinner than he looks. Brindlestripe is a long-haired cat, so he stays warm at night but is bothered intensly by the heat of the days in the desert. He is a tabby, although his stripes blend in to the long hairs across his belly and back, giving him a silvery and almost uniformly gray appearance. His white ruff of a neck offsets the color of his pelt, and each and every one of his toes is as white as snow.
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Brindlestripe is a pensive sort of fellow, most often to be found with his ears and his whiskers pressed to the wall. He is, in fact, obsessed by the world outside of the enclosure; he walks and rewalks the border with a feverish madness, listening and seeing what he can. He loves the light, and to sit in some scarce dappled sunshine gives him more pleasure than anything else. Somewhat eccentric and mercurial by nature, he is one moment perfectly sane and sociable and the next he will turn and lecture and rail at some helpless cat, or to the very air. He talks to himself. He dreams and he tells stories to those who come close to him. He has a fantastic memory, and an even greater imagination. He dreams of a life outside the enclosure, where a cat is master of his own destiny and he can run in the abundance of golden light. He loves the idea of the clan, the unbreakable and unstoppable unit, and pities the cat who runs with no laws. The clan to him is the path to freedom, the path to ending the terrible bickering and the path to, finally, laying down on some hard ground and staring at the stars. A dreamer more than a doer, Brindlestripe has no ambition to be leader, only a strong and burning desire to one day see a great leader. He is not a peacemonger, although his object is peace. He would fight and die for a cat who he truly believes in; however, these are few and far between. On principal he is kind to those younger than him, although at times he can be harsh and cantankerous. He has his own ideals: truth, beauty, love, and, above all, he believes that all cats are entitled to knowledge, and he will stick to these ideals until the day he dies.
Kin|
Longwhisker - Father (DECEASED)
Goldendapple - Mother (DECEASED)
Heavystep - Brother (DECEASED)
Mothflight - Sister
History|
His name is no mystery, of course. It's based sheerly off of his appearance. Like all cats - or, at least, all cats that he has known - he was born in the darkness and the shade of the mound, with his eyes closed and no knowledge of the world except for the sheer truth of milk and the scuffling of his brother and sister. He grew, and learned the hunting lore as all cats have, a shallow and empty beetle-chasing and rat-cornering existence. Yet Brindlestripe was always a dreamer, and oddity, and this showed from the moment he was able to speak. He was born with dreams in his head, with that long-dormant knowledge that cats were not meant to be kept behind walls of stone and wood. He was the least attentive and the most pensive of the kits, and for a long time poor Goldendapple believed that he was mad. His father, Longwhisker, had been killed before the kits were born, by a diseased rat that had sprung him while he was out hunting for beetles and the like. Goldendapple thought that Brindlestripe's problems were a result of the fact that he had no father figure, so she immediately recruited another cat, a young male, to mentor him.
Unfortunately, this cat, Barkface was his name, was a rather strict and unforgiving mentor as they go, who resented being stuck with this apprentice (Barkface's father pressured him into it, under the belief that it might help his vagabond son). Brindlestripe, who was of a naturally obstinate personality in the first place, grew to dislike him, and even grew callous to his mother, who had forced him into the apprenticeship in the first place. The mentorship of Barkface only led Brindlestripe to become more restless, more pensive, and more eccentric. As he aged and was freed from the oppresive paw of the tom, he only grew more unruly and, in the eyes of most cats, became known as a madman and a dreamer.
Goldendapple eventually died of her old age, having lost the will to live at all. The death of her loved one and the growth of her kits left her empty and meaningless. For what passion is there in a walled world, except love? Hate does not last when fur is pressed to fur and made to live together. Brindlestripe's brother, Heavystep, was eventually killed in the pursuit of hate and power, things which his sibling no longer lays claim to. His sister is the only member that is left of his family, but he has never felt any ties to her, or any cat, for that matter.
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Name| Brindlestripe
Gender| Tom
Physical Description|
He's a rather heavy-set tom, rather comfortable in himself for an inhabitant of the mound, although he is actually thinner than he looks. Brindlestripe is a long-haired cat, so he stays warm at night but is bothered intensly by the heat of the days in the desert. He is a tabby, although his stripes blend in to the long hairs across his belly and back, giving him a silvery and almost uniformly gray appearance. His white ruff of a neck offsets the color of his pelt, and each and every one of his toes is as white as snow.
Views|
Brindlestripe is a pensive sort of fellow, most often to be found with his ears and his whiskers pressed to the wall. He is, in fact, obsessed by the world outside of the enclosure; he walks and rewalks the border with a feverish madness, listening and seeing what he can. He loves the light, and to sit in some scarce dappled sunshine gives him more pleasure than anything else. Somewhat eccentric and mercurial by nature, he is one moment perfectly sane and sociable and the next he will turn and lecture and rail at some helpless cat, or to the very air. He talks to himself. He dreams and he tells stories to those who come close to him. He has a fantastic memory, and an even greater imagination. He dreams of a life outside the enclosure, where a cat is master of his own destiny and he can run in the abundance of golden light. He loves the idea of the clan, the unbreakable and unstoppable unit, and pities the cat who runs with no laws. The clan to him is the path to freedom, the path to ending the terrible bickering and the path to, finally, laying down on some hard ground and staring at the stars. A dreamer more than a doer, Brindlestripe has no ambition to be leader, only a strong and burning desire to one day see a great leader. He is not a peacemonger, although his object is peace. He would fight and die for a cat who he truly believes in; however, these are few and far between. On principal he is kind to those younger than him, although at times he can be harsh and cantankerous. He has his own ideals: truth, beauty, love, and, above all, he believes that all cats are entitled to knowledge, and he will stick to these ideals until the day he dies.
Kin|
Longwhisker - Father (DECEASED)
Goldendapple - Mother (DECEASED)
Heavystep - Brother (DECEASED)
Mothflight - Sister
History|
His name is no mystery, of course. It's based sheerly off of his appearance. Like all cats - or, at least, all cats that he has known - he was born in the darkness and the shade of the mound, with his eyes closed and no knowledge of the world except for the sheer truth of milk and the scuffling of his brother and sister. He grew, and learned the hunting lore as all cats have, a shallow and empty beetle-chasing and rat-cornering existence. Yet Brindlestripe was always a dreamer, and oddity, and this showed from the moment he was able to speak. He was born with dreams in his head, with that long-dormant knowledge that cats were not meant to be kept behind walls of stone and wood. He was the least attentive and the most pensive of the kits, and for a long time poor Goldendapple believed that he was mad. His father, Longwhisker, had been killed before the kits were born, by a diseased rat that had sprung him while he was out hunting for beetles and the like. Goldendapple thought that Brindlestripe's problems were a result of the fact that he had no father figure, so she immediately recruited another cat, a young male, to mentor him.
Unfortunately, this cat, Barkface was his name, was a rather strict and unforgiving mentor as they go, who resented being stuck with this apprentice (Barkface's father pressured him into it, under the belief that it might help his vagabond son). Brindlestripe, who was of a naturally obstinate personality in the first place, grew to dislike him, and even grew callous to his mother, who had forced him into the apprenticeship in the first place. The mentorship of Barkface only led Brindlestripe to become more restless, more pensive, and more eccentric. As he aged and was freed from the oppresive paw of the tom, he only grew more unruly and, in the eyes of most cats, became known as a madman and a dreamer.
Goldendapple eventually died of her old age, having lost the will to live at all. The death of her loved one and the growth of her kits left her empty and meaningless. For what passion is there in a walled world, except love? Hate does not last when fur is pressed to fur and made to live together. Brindlestripe's brother, Heavystep, was eventually killed in the pursuit of hate and power, things which his sibling no longer lays claim to. His sister is the only member that is left of his family, but he has never felt any ties to her, or any cat, for that matter.
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