Post by Halfpoint on Jan 30, 2014 1:58:06 GMT
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|Halfpoint|||
Local
/Sex of Tom\
/24 Moons of age\
/Loyal to no Clan\
/Holds rank of Loner\
/Fair voice, tipped with Poland accent\
/Scent; Constantly Changing [Check game bio]\
Personal
/Bound to no cat\
/Father to no kits\
/Eyes on none\
/Mischievous, Malevolent, Stubborn, Serene\
/Mangled Nose, Head Bite/Claw wounds all over body\
Other
"Looks may be deceiving, but words can be a lie." -Halfpoint
/Trenches - Pop Evil\
/Clarity - Protest The Hero\
Cardiorespiratory Endurance: Excellent
Muscle Strength/Endurance: Good
Hearing: Great
Smell: Semi-Poor ; Taste: Fair
Sight: Excellent
Past
GIST
Halfpoint was born as a normal Kitty pet, grew up with his mother more than his father. In this time he was with his mother, she got him interested in the Clans. But at about four weeks he was sold to some seemingly nice people. Horribly mistake. Halfpoint was put through hell, forced fight for his life, and was carried by a nose ring placed in his nostrils once at his new 'home.' Eventually he escaped, only with the sacrifice of the ones he loved.
STORY/SHORT-STORY
Day: August 17, a brand new litter of kits were born. Total of five, three males, two females. A beautiful mother, and a father that got around. Nestled in the house of friendly, sociable twolegs. Out of this litter, one would experience what no other cat should. Name, Halfpoint, a dark brown tabby, with black markings, and very peaceful personality.
~~
"Mom! Mom! Mom! When can we go outside?" The little kitten would constantly annoy his mother, as well his other siblings. Always responding with a short and sweet answer of, "Soon, darlings." They would calm and play amongst themselves.
Their mothers name was Rebecca, a lovely white pelt she held, assisted with shining blue eyes, and points of orange on the tips of her ears, and nose. A sweet voice accompanied her, when she spoke, you listened, you obeyed. There was no arguing. As time passed, the group aged, and with age came new discoveries.
~~
About a four moons into Rebecca's kitting, the kit's were being socialized, as so she saw it. One guy in particular, well dressed, but not to fancy would constantly come over, and handle the one known as Halfpoint. Petting him, and loving on him, and the kit would do the same in return. They became very attached. Soon enough Halfpoint went away with this man, mewling a good-bye to his siblings the day he was carried out. Understanding he was being taken else where. Expecting to return in time, and have a enjoyable stay with the lovely man.
He was wrong.
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Halfpoint was taken to a house, it was nice, beautiful, cleaned. Nothing suspicious. The kitten ran around, exploring the new world, mewing, clawing at stuff. Yes he was beat, and he loved the guy he was with. Until others showed up. Halfpoint was taken down to a basement, inside of a basement. Down there the lights were dimmed. Looking around with curiosity, the group was conversing between themselves.
~
The place he was taken to, reeked a horrible stench. Next thing Halfy knew, he was on the ground, body sore, and a something big, and heavy was shoved into his nose. He squeeled, yowled for help. Clawing uselessly at the hands that were near him. The tiny kitten was then picked up by the ring and carried to a different section of the double basement. Thrown into a cage, his nose stretching some. Causing serious pain.
It was there Halfpoint, would spend a month, before transferring to a worsening place.
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Taken out of the cage, he was moved, against his will, to a large open pen like area. There was the area that admitted the horrible stench. Cat's bodies lay motionless, blood splattered on the floor. Caterwauls echoing off the walls of the enclosed area, as they would fight. Some could be seen cowering, they were all of the age of at least eight months, or older. Halfpoint, was now one of them. Chucked in the arena by his ring. The petite feline landed on the carcass of a stiff, deceased, elder. The humans left, as a new group arrived. Chanting words he couldn't decipher...
~~
Next thing the 'kit' could remember, a large body figure slammed on him, in a vicious tackle. He was grabbed violently by his scruff and dragged away to a corner. Halfpoint would yowl, and kick at the large tom dragging him. All the tom would respond with was. "Hush, child."
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"Who are you?!" Halfpoint would spit, once released in the corner, at the tom.
The large, grey pelted tom, highlighted with red, simply responded. "Flint."
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|Halfpoint|||Local
/Sex of Tom\
/24 Moons of age\
/Loyal to no Clan\
/Holds rank of Loner\
/Fair voice, tipped with Poland accent\
/Scent; Constantly Changing [Check game bio]\
Personal
/Bound to no cat\
/Father to no kits\
/Eyes on none\
/Mischievous, Malevolent, Stubborn, Serene\
/Mangled Nose, Head Bite/Claw wounds all over body\
Other
"Looks may be deceiving, but words can be a lie." -Halfpoint
/Trenches - Pop Evil\
/Clarity - Protest The Hero\
Cardiorespiratory Endurance: Excellent
Muscle Strength/Endurance: Good
Hearing: Great
Smell: Semi-Poor ; Taste: Fair
Sight: Excellent
Past
GIST
Halfpoint was born as a normal Kitty pet, grew up with his mother more than his father. In this time he was with his mother, she got him interested in the Clans. But at about four weeks he was sold to some seemingly nice people. Horribly mistake. Halfpoint was put through hell, forced fight for his life, and was carried by a nose ring placed in his nostrils once at his new 'home.' Eventually he escaped, only with the sacrifice of the ones he loved.
STORY/SHORT-STORY
Day: August 17, a brand new litter of kits were born. Total of five, three males, two females. A beautiful mother, and a father that got around. Nestled in the house of friendly, sociable twolegs. Out of this litter, one would experience what no other cat should. Name, Halfpoint, a dark brown tabby, with black markings, and very peaceful personality.
~~
"Mom! Mom! Mom! When can we go outside?" The little kitten would constantly annoy his mother, as well his other siblings. Always responding with a short and sweet answer of, "Soon, darlings." They would calm and play amongst themselves.
Their mothers name was Rebecca, a lovely white pelt she held, assisted with shining blue eyes, and points of orange on the tips of her ears, and nose. A sweet voice accompanied her, when she spoke, you listened, you obeyed. There was no arguing. As time passed, the group aged, and with age came new discoveries.
~~
About a four moons into Rebecca's kitting, the kit's were being socialized, as so she saw it. One guy in particular, well dressed, but not to fancy would constantly come over, and handle the one known as Halfpoint. Petting him, and loving on him, and the kit would do the same in return. They became very attached. Soon enough Halfpoint went away with this man, mewling a good-bye to his siblings the day he was carried out. Understanding he was being taken else where. Expecting to return in time, and have a enjoyable stay with the lovely man.
He was wrong.
----------------
Halfpoint was taken to a house, it was nice, beautiful, cleaned. Nothing suspicious. The kitten ran around, exploring the new world, mewing, clawing at stuff. Yes he was beat, and he loved the guy he was with. Until others showed up. Halfpoint was taken down to a basement, inside of a basement. Down there the lights were dimmed. Looking around with curiosity, the group was conversing between themselves.
~
The place he was taken to, reeked a horrible stench. Next thing Halfy knew, he was on the ground, body sore, and a something big, and heavy was shoved into his nose. He squeeled, yowled for help. Clawing uselessly at the hands that were near him. The tiny kitten was then picked up by the ring and carried to a different section of the double basement. Thrown into a cage, his nose stretching some. Causing serious pain.
It was there Halfpoint, would spend a month, before transferring to a worsening place.
-----------------
Taken out of the cage, he was moved, against his will, to a large open pen like area. There was the area that admitted the horrible stench. Cat's bodies lay motionless, blood splattered on the floor. Caterwauls echoing off the walls of the enclosed area, as they would fight. Some could be seen cowering, they were all of the age of at least eight months, or older. Halfpoint, was now one of them. Chucked in the arena by his ring. The petite feline landed on the carcass of a stiff, deceased, elder. The humans left, as a new group arrived. Chanting words he couldn't decipher...
~~
Next thing the 'kit' could remember, a large body figure slammed on him, in a vicious tackle. He was grabbed violently by his scruff and dragged away to a corner. Halfpoint would yowl, and kick at the large tom dragging him. All the tom would respond with was. "Hush, child."
+++
"Who are you?!" Halfpoint would spit, once released in the corner, at the tom.
The large, grey pelted tom, highlighted with red, simply responded. "Flint."
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