Post by faith on Dec 23, 2007 4:52:04 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Tammy (tAHH-MEE)
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 6 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] None
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Kitty-pet
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Tammy is a sweet kit but she is terrified of two-legs becuase of her abuse. The only only two-leg she likes is her owner's kit, a little two-leg tom that is abused alike her. She is horrified by what two-legs can do to their own kits let alone her and she is protective of her two-leg's kit, whom is the only one that is ever kind to her. SHe beleives they must stick together to survive his parent's tortures on them. She won't go near any two-leg except for him as long as she has any say in the matter. She is often hiding with him or out in the forest. If it weren't for him she'd have run away a long time ago but she knows she is the only one that makes his own little life barable and that if she left her share of the cruelty would be given back to him.
Tammy is really quite a playful kit when the other two-legs aren't around and she is very curious. It isn't unlike her to be seen by the little two-leg tom sniffing out a small creature or playing with a young animal as well. She has often gotten herself into sticky situations by getting stuck in small places or falling into holes, luckily though like any good friend the little guy is always there to help here, though as she's gotten older she's needed less and less of his help. She enjoys cuddling with him and is always there for him when he cries, wether in pain or fear. She is certian if it weren't for him she'd have left long ago but she has grown to love him deeply for his endurance, almost as tough as a cat's.
Tammy's job on the farm is to hunt out the mice and rats, even if there twice hr size. Any time she is found having lost one she is beaten by her two-legs, even if the rats already got her really well. The little two-leg kit though is always there to help her afterwards, even if he can't stop the beatings he helps her get through them, and she has always returned the favor. Becuase of her job though she has grown to be a great hunter even at her young age. When she was younger she would try to share her catches with the two-legs to be kind to them but they had only beaten her mor for it, except for her little friend, he always just shook his head smiling at her and had handed it back to her kindly.
Tammy herself though is far from isolated from the charm of being with other cats, including the young tom cats. She is quite a flirt and will fall for any tom even up to three times her age. She isn't obbsesive about any one tom or anything but she is always ready to play a courting to one if they want, she could be just as happy with them if they just want to be friends, but she is far from not taking a long few walks at night with any tom that wants to be a little more than that. Not to say she isn't cuatious about who she goes frolicking with, she isn't a mouse-brained kit but she has a good judge of character and usually the toms she runs into aren't anyone to be worried about. Someday she may fall in love but for now she is perfectly happy flirting and cat "dating".
For a kitty-pet she has a strange obbsession with the forest and with the thrill of play fighting, if she knew her heritage she might understand why she was that way. She loves the thrill of staying out a night in the woods sleeping in a tree or hidden in a bush's shelter. She doesn't even think getting beaten the next day for not coming home makes it out of reach of her heart. She is very adventurous and brave, almost like a kit of the forest really, and she trusts those of the forest to never truely hurt her, even if they do run her of every now and then. Something inside her tells her that they are kinder then that, she might have even played with a few of the younger ones once in a while, in secret of course. Her heart though hold her back as if to protect the two-leg kit.
Tammy has a great scence of humor and is always good for a harmless prank or teasing joke, she can be quite fun to have around on a rainy and dreary day. She can be goofy when she wants and will do flips or fall just to cheer others and her two-leg boy up. She loves to bathe in the sun and her favorite creature is a butterfly, gentle and caring, but so fragile.
She doesn't acctually mind dogs to much scince she has two shepard dogs on her farm, though the two-legs don't abuse them for some reason, must be dog people or need them for the sheep. Tammy is very sympathetic to other's problems and can be trusted to listen and give comfort to those who need it.Tammy though all the things above is over all very hyper, spazy, and spacey. She stares off in deep thought often and often speeks words that would probably be fitted more in a warrior's mouth then her own. She loves to be goofy and has almost endless energy. She is always optomistic and never tries to hurt anyone. Though her mind is sharp she has troule remembering small and unimportant numbers though if it matters even the littlest bit to her she can be counted on to remember it the way no other cat could. If you give her a reason to rememberit and keep it a secret she'll keep it from all but her closest friends whom she has a hard time lying to.
Tammy is a proud cat though and doesn't take lightly the insults on her or her friends, she will fight feircely for what she beleives in and her stubborn mind is very hard to change once she has set her mind on something, though she can understand why others think one way she still sticks to her own. On the rare ocasion that someone convinces her to change her mind it is probably on a topic that is very uncertian in her heart, even if set in her mind. One of those things that is set in her mind hard as stone is that she will never leave her boy alone with his aweful parents.
Tammy has a great imagination and she is quite creative. If you had a problem with only a few scraped ogether items to solve it she could find a way. SHe is quick thinking and cunning, and mabey even a little sly when the times right. She tries not to use this gift on her pranks but, well it's kind of hard to resist sometimes. She loves to tell stories and, though she doesn't often do so to her friends, she is quite good at reasonably lying. She loves listening to stories herself as well and is good at listening and remembering the most important parts of the stories. Her dreams are a wonder to be heard of, strange adventures few kitty-pets would understand.
Tammy's pain from her abuse is one of the few things about her that most can't understand. She acts as if she were never hurt and hides all of her pain behind her kind smile. She only ever cries late at night when her boy is asleep and she can't be heard by her friends. She can only ever stand being alive becuase o her boy and the wonderful around her that is so full of friends for her. She doesn't like being a bother to others and hates it when she gets pitty from others. She doesn't know if she'd be able to make it without her boy, and she hopes nothing truely aweful ever happens to him.
Though Tammy never knew her parents she hopes they weren't like her two-legs, abusing there own off spring surely wasn't something other cats did was it? She likes to imagine them as kind and caring parents who were forced to give her up, or mabey that she was lost. Any way they were though she wishes she could have known tham, at least a little. Had she known them though she'd likely not have turned out to be the same sweet kit she is.
So it is true what they say, the best comes out of the worst. Tammy is definatly a strong kit to come out so sweet and friendly after the things she goes through dayily. It is truely a miracle her bruised heart has any room for her two-leg's kit let alone to still appretiate and love other cats.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow] Tammy is a beautiful young kit but her appearance shows plainly the range of her abuse. Her small body stunted a bit from growth from when she was a new kit barely being fed, makes her seem to look barely 3 and a half moons old, her tail short and cute, her shoulders slim, her head large and wedged, and her paws barely the size of a shooter marble. Her legs short but steady, her ears large and alert.
Tammy's fur is mostly light ginger tabby style that appears lighter in the sun's light and darker in the shade, though strangley more colorful when darkened. Her paws and tail are tipped snow white along with the outside of her left front leg and her underbelly.
Tammy's eyes are still light kit blue but seem likely to change color as she grows older, in her eyes is a strange wisdom that comes from her abuse, and mabey a little from her own pure intellagence. They are kind soft eyes that seem to make anyone who looks into them feel better.
Tammy's smile is a sight to be seen, barely there but so bright that it demands the onlooker to smile back if they have any heart at all. Her smile is always faithfully on her face like a friend you can count on it will be there, unless she is being beaten or is extremely terrified.
Tammy's little round body could fit snuggley into two of a two-leg's hands with a tiny bit of room to spare. For her size though she has become quite strong from having to hunt for her own food scince she was barely a moon and a half old. Her legs surprisingly tough in contrast to her soft belly.
Those legs of hers are much less wobbily then they would apear to be as well. Scince she is so small actually even her short legs allow her to run swifter and longer than most other cats she has ever met, and her cute tail keeps her so balanced she hardly ever slips up.
Her fangs though tiny still seem to have grown at a normal rate so they often have the tips sticking out of her mouth, though not so much that they are too noticable and they are still less dangerous than they should have been.
Her claws are a foggy silver color for reasons unknown to Tammy, and they are sharply pointed though still as small as her paws would have had them.
Tammy's ears are huge for the rest of her body for like her fangs they kept growing even during her stunted moon. They look absurd most of the time but really make her look all the cuter.
Tammy covered in scars though, the most prominent to see from far away are her infected eyes and a long half cut half burn across the bridge of her nose. Along with those there are small burns and scars seeming around beneighth her medium length fur.
One that she doesn't mind to much is a burn in the shape of a heart on her back from the cookie cutter they placed on her back. *Read history again to understand*
As well as those she has a long slit in her ear that doesn't go all the way up to the edge of her ear but you could slide a quarter through it with no problems, except for cuasing Tammy a lot of pain.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]Tammy's parents were both clan cats but from two diffrent clans.Her mother Shiningtear was a sleek silvery white and white she-cat from Pastureclan and her father was Blazingflight from forestclan. They had fallen in love against the will of there clans but both had been too loyal to leave there clans for the other. Stil though they had had many many "dates" and soon Shiningtear was with kits.
Kithood: Shiningtears died giving birth to their kits, Tammy her brother and sister, so Blazing flight had to take the kits to his clan. it had been a strangely cold Greenleaf night and with no help to carry the kit back to camp, let alone help them survive he had to run each to his camp one at a time. He first took Tammy's brother but what he didn't know was that it was Tammy's sister who had been growing too cold to survive. By the time he got back she was already dead. Terrified for Tammy's sake he picked her, still blind and newly born, up by the scruff of her neck and ran to make a short cut through a two-leg's farm to his camp. Mistaking her father for a fox though the two-legs of the farm shot him, it was a good shot, he was dead before he hit the ground.
The two-legs, though far from caring that it hadn't been a fox they'd shot had thrown her father's body to their dogs, who all but devoured it by shredding the cold body, and took Tammy to kill her as well. Just as the two-leg carrying her though reached his destination a mouse ran across the floor and the cruel man gradgingly relized that having a mouse hunting cat might be a good envesment. For the first moon of her life they gave a little goats milk each day and when she was half a moon old they started making her eat a little meat every day. When she turned one moon old they stopped feeding her and she had to hunt for herself. This ment nearly a half moon without much food not given to her by the young two-leg's kit, whom is only about 4 years old himself, and she soon fell in love with him for protecting her, though not the mate-to-mate love but a kinship love.
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