Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 16:09:27 GMT -5
atticusE
is a member of
no clanplayed by: nightmare
basics
Breed - Silver and black tabby shorthair
Eyes - pale amber
Place of Birth - 7 orchard street
Gender - Male
Age - 44 moons
Status -kittypet / stray
If Apprentice: Mentor, not optional
Appearance - atticus is a very regal looking cat. he certainly doesn't look like he suits the wild. his long, slender body is muscular, but looks stronger than it is - after all, a life as a kittypet is a foolproof way to be a little weak. his pawpads are soft and don't deal well with the rough terrain he now lives in. his long white whiskers make his tracking excellent, and his large ears mean he can hear better than most. his fur is painfully thin, not really long enough to provide any real warmth, especially not in winter. the colour of his coat is one of the things make him look so elegant, and one of the things that made him such an attractive kitten to twolegs. his fur is a pale silver all over, with broken black tabby lines running over the top. his eyes are light amber, so pale they look grey in some lights but black when in shadow. his time as a stray has changed him, not for the better, at least not in his eyes. a thick, strong body lays beneath his short fur, and stripes aren't the only things that mark his nice silver pelt. he has more than one scar to show for his troubles, and a world of mud and dirt hasn't done anything good for his coat. he's not sure he'll ever manage to get it completely clean ever again.
Eyes - pale amber
Place of Birth - 7 orchard street
Gender - Male
Age - 44 moons
Status -
If Apprentice: Mentor, not optional
Appearance - atticus is a very regal looking cat. he certainly doesn't look like he suits the wild. his long, slender body is muscular, but looks stronger than it is - after all, a life as a kittypet is a foolproof way to be a little weak. his pawpads are soft and don't deal well with the rough terrain he now lives in. his long white whiskers make his tracking excellent, and his large ears mean he can hear better than most. his fur is painfully thin, not really long enough to provide any real warmth, especially not in winter. the colour of his coat is one of the things make him look so elegant, and one of the things that made him such an attractive kitten to twolegs. his fur is a pale silver all over, with broken black tabby lines running over the top. his eyes are light amber, so pale they look grey in some lights but black when in shadow. his time as a stray has changed him, not for the better, at least not in his eyes. a thick, strong body lays beneath his short fur, and stripes aren't the only things that mark his nice silver pelt. he has more than one scar to show for his troubles, and a world of mud and dirt hasn't done anything good for his coat. he's not sure he'll ever manage to get it completely clean ever again.
personality
jaded and cynical, Atticus is a cat who has been, by his logic, kicked in the face by life. privileged his entire life and pampered beyond belief, he thinks his charm and/or looks can get him anywhere. he can be charming, if he tries - a smile and a tilted head - but for the most part he keeps himself to himself and avoids even trying. a typical spoilt brat, he's incapable of understanding the thoughts of others, or even caring about them. his opinions are always very important, especially compared to everybody else's, ad he likes to show off, either by being good at something or by being to important to care.
the way clans work confuses him. they're hierarchy is pointless, their equality is a shame and the thought of having so many cats around - ugh. atticus wouldn't be able to stand it. he understand the appeal, of course - the amount of times he has hovered on the brink of death means he knows the hazards if living as a stray - but he doesn't think he could ever get used to it. he can deal just fine with one of two cats, but any more makes him feel ill.
his 'one or two cats' is actually just one. that one cat is his sister, luca, who he grew up with and became very attached too. though he is almost incapable of showing it, atticus is capable of feeling love, as troublesome and difficult as he finds it. despite his lack of attachments, he can make them, though they are usually a long game that he can't always e bothered to play, and his loyalty isn't exactly steadfast. but, after a little while, he'll be able to put himself out for you. maybe. begrudingly. and it'll probably be a long while.
he doesn't really have a problem with his own feelings, because he understands them perfectly. after all, he sees himself as a rather simple, if very grand, cat. but, growing up with just one cat, who he knew so well he could tell what she was thinking by how she sat, he doesn't have the greatest knack for picking up subtle clues for how someone is feeling. and everybody else's emotions just seem so messy. ask him how he feels and he'll definitely be able to put it into words, but ask him about anybody else and you're more likely to get a shrug and a 'why should I care?' look.
luca, in her own way, would have always kept him on the straight and narrow, usually making sure he didn't put his foot in it. without paying complete attention, atticus can't even be near charming and tends to slip into idiot mode, in which she can't help but say whatever mildly offensive and intrusive comments of questions he had in his head. he really can be a bit of a pain if he can't be bothered to pretend, through most of the time he's at least willing to give it a good go.
sarcastic, sharp and silver-tongued - unless you catch him half-awake or on a bad day - atticus has a way with words that generally makes him very difficult to pin down and stay annoyed with. he can compliment you, while also making you feel slightly inferior because you can't think of anything to say back. he has an answer for everything, so he never has that problem. he can never leave a conversation, even a nice, non-threatening one, without having the last word.
atticus is generally a grumpy cat, as if he's pretending to be older than he is, unless you catch him on a good day. a weak sense of loyalty makes him a bad friend, but his stubborn inability to leave an argument means he'll fight for you, even if it's just to protect his own pride. luca is the center of his heart, although he'd never admit it, and she's the only cat who's ever really meant much to him. he finds the world an annoying, crowded place and would much rather be back in his house, but is realistic enough to know it won't happen. he's not particularly good at being positive either - he pretty much leaves a trail of negativity behind him. and, of course, his charming smile can only get him so far when he sees the world as a dark, dreaded place of things he wouldn't want on his nice silver fur. he's jaded and cynical, but good enough at pretending to get thorugh his everyday life and occasional encounter with all his body parts still intact. Most of the time, at least.
the way clans work confuses him. they're hierarchy is pointless, their equality is a shame and the thought of having so many cats around - ugh. atticus wouldn't be able to stand it. he understand the appeal, of course - the amount of times he has hovered on the brink of death means he knows the hazards if living as a stray - but he doesn't think he could ever get used to it. he can deal just fine with one of two cats, but any more makes him feel ill.
his 'one or two cats' is actually just one. that one cat is his sister, luca, who he grew up with and became very attached too. though he is almost incapable of showing it, atticus is capable of feeling love, as troublesome and difficult as he finds it. despite his lack of attachments, he can make them, though they are usually a long game that he can't always e bothered to play, and his loyalty isn't exactly steadfast. but, after a little while, he'll be able to put himself out for you. maybe. begrudingly. and it'll probably be a long while.
he doesn't really have a problem with his own feelings, because he understands them perfectly. after all, he sees himself as a rather simple, if very grand, cat. but, growing up with just one cat, who he knew so well he could tell what she was thinking by how she sat, he doesn't have the greatest knack for picking up subtle clues for how someone is feeling. and everybody else's emotions just seem so messy. ask him how he feels and he'll definitely be able to put it into words, but ask him about anybody else and you're more likely to get a shrug and a 'why should I care?' look.
luca, in her own way, would have always kept him on the straight and narrow, usually making sure he didn't put his foot in it. without paying complete attention, atticus can't even be near charming and tends to slip into idiot mode, in which she can't help but say whatever mildly offensive and intrusive comments of questions he had in his head. he really can be a bit of a pain if he can't be bothered to pretend, through most of the time he's at least willing to give it a good go.
sarcastic, sharp and silver-tongued - unless you catch him half-awake or on a bad day - atticus has a way with words that generally makes him very difficult to pin down and stay annoyed with. he can compliment you, while also making you feel slightly inferior because you can't think of anything to say back. he has an answer for everything, so he never has that problem. he can never leave a conversation, even a nice, non-threatening one, without having the last word.
atticus is generally a grumpy cat, as if he's pretending to be older than he is, unless you catch him on a good day. a weak sense of loyalty makes him a bad friend, but his stubborn inability to leave an argument means he'll fight for you, even if it's just to protect his own pride. luca is the center of his heart, although he'd never admit it, and she's the only cat who's ever really meant much to him. he finds the world an annoying, crowded place and would much rather be back in his house, but is realistic enough to know it won't happen. he's not particularly good at being positive either - he pretty much leaves a trail of negativity behind him. and, of course, his charming smile can only get him so far when he sees the world as a dark, dreaded place of things he wouldn't want on his nice silver fur. he's jaded and cynical, but good enough at pretending to get thorugh his everyday life and occasional encounter with all his body parts still intact. Most of the time, at least.
history
born a kittypet, raised a kittypet, always a kittypet. atticus was the eldest of three when he was born in a nice little suburban street in early winter. first there was atticus, next there was luca, and finally there was november, who was named after the month they were born in.
Atticus doesn't remember his mother and father, other than as patches of fur and voices, nor his brother. at around eight weeks old, before he had any real personality or knowledge of the world, he was bought by a family, paid for by the parents as a present for their two children. along with him, they bought luca, his younger sister and the only she-kit in their litter. so, while atticus' memory of his parents and brother are vague and blurry, luca is very fresh in his mind.
the family he ended up with were nice enough. he grew up privileged and pampered - a stereotypical spoilt brat who's knowledge of the world outside was limited to his garden fence. atticus was completely fine with that. he liked his life and had no interest in changing it. his kithood was filled with all the best things in life, and his human family, consisting of mother, father, and two young female kits, gave him everything he could possibly want. he had his sister by his side the entire time.
it was because of his sister that things started to go down hill. luca, though younger, was always far more grown up than atticus. well, it depends on your definition of 'grown up'. luca was more adventurous, more pushy, more willing to stray beyond the fence. she was unhappy with their repetitive lifestyle, with cruising along, and, though atticus tried to convince her that it was a stupid idea, luca was interested in visiting the world inside. far too interested for atticus' liking. he loved his sister, though she got on his nerves, and didn't want her mixing with the likes of the rogues and wild cats he'd heard about from the tom next door. he postponed her decision, and kept her close. he was quite proud of himself for managing to rein her in.
you can imagine how upset he was when he woke up in the middle of the night to a breath of fresh air to find her gone and the cat flap swinging. his lovely, privileged lifestyle almost visibly crumbled before his eyes as he, rather begrudgingly, stalked out after her. at thirty moons, he found himself leaving the life he loved, even if it was only temporary, to hunt down his delinquent sister, even though he knew there wasn't really much point because she would refuse to come home anyway. he would end up dragging her by her ears.
atticus didn't need to do any of this, because he didn't find her. he spent the night looking, then slept through the day, then spent the night looking again. he continued in this pattern for a while. he picked up scraps of food wherever he could find them, but he'd never actually hunted and he had no intention of starting now. for the best part of a moon, atticus was in the wild, occasionally snatching easy kills simply so he didn't starve. after a moon, he returned home, with no sister and a tiny bit of regret over having to leave her. but, he reckoned she could probably handle herself, he supposed, and she could always come home.
except she couldn't. when atticus got to his two-leg nest, he found it dark and empty. the cat flap was boarded up, and he could do nothing but stare in through the window at his home, desolate and abandoned. he spent another moon in his garden, which slowly became wild and overgrown. he went back to snatching injured mice and scavenging for scraps in the streets. he felt very dirty and uncivilized.
after a moon, his family didn't come back. nor did luca. they house stayed empty and dormant. nobody moved in. still barely able to just leave everything, he gave up on waiting and went over the fence and into the forest. there was, of course, a small problem: he couldn't hunt, fight or do any of the other things that wild cats did. in all likelyhood, he was going to end up dead unless he learned. and, as much as he disliked the position he'd been forced into, dying didn't seem favourable either.
atticus came across an old rogue, on the border a scent marker he had no intention of crossing. in return for his teaching, atticus provided a form of amateur protection and food. the two never swapped names, and atticus simply knew him as 'tabby'. not the most creative nickname, but it did under the circumstances.
after six moons, the two went their separate ways, and atticus never had any intention of seeing his mentor again. he probably wouldn't. with the basic ability to hunt and fight, as well as some knowledge of the clans he would have to watch out for. six moons of training did a lot, he discovered.
six moons later, he's doing the exact same thing he was back then. wandering aimlessly, half searching for his sister and half not really caring. he occasionally strays into clan territory, although he prefers sticking to neutral ground. his hunting skills have gradually gotten better, though he still near-starves on a semi-regular basis. and, as far as he can see, his life will continue to be an endless circle, with no meaning and no direction.
Atticus doesn't remember his mother and father, other than as patches of fur and voices, nor his brother. at around eight weeks old, before he had any real personality or knowledge of the world, he was bought by a family, paid for by the parents as a present for their two children. along with him, they bought luca, his younger sister and the only she-kit in their litter. so, while atticus' memory of his parents and brother are vague and blurry, luca is very fresh in his mind.
the family he ended up with were nice enough. he grew up privileged and pampered - a stereotypical spoilt brat who's knowledge of the world outside was limited to his garden fence. atticus was completely fine with that. he liked his life and had no interest in changing it. his kithood was filled with all the best things in life, and his human family, consisting of mother, father, and two young female kits, gave him everything he could possibly want. he had his sister by his side the entire time.
it was because of his sister that things started to go down hill. luca, though younger, was always far more grown up than atticus. well, it depends on your definition of 'grown up'. luca was more adventurous, more pushy, more willing to stray beyond the fence. she was unhappy with their repetitive lifestyle, with cruising along, and, though atticus tried to convince her that it was a stupid idea, luca was interested in visiting the world inside. far too interested for atticus' liking. he loved his sister, though she got on his nerves, and didn't want her mixing with the likes of the rogues and wild cats he'd heard about from the tom next door. he postponed her decision, and kept her close. he was quite proud of himself for managing to rein her in.
you can imagine how upset he was when he woke up in the middle of the night to a breath of fresh air to find her gone and the cat flap swinging. his lovely, privileged lifestyle almost visibly crumbled before his eyes as he, rather begrudgingly, stalked out after her. at thirty moons, he found himself leaving the life he loved, even if it was only temporary, to hunt down his delinquent sister, even though he knew there wasn't really much point because she would refuse to come home anyway. he would end up dragging her by her ears.
atticus didn't need to do any of this, because he didn't find her. he spent the night looking, then slept through the day, then spent the night looking again. he continued in this pattern for a while. he picked up scraps of food wherever he could find them, but he'd never actually hunted and he had no intention of starting now. for the best part of a moon, atticus was in the wild, occasionally snatching easy kills simply so he didn't starve. after a moon, he returned home, with no sister and a tiny bit of regret over having to leave her. but, he reckoned she could probably handle herself, he supposed, and she could always come home.
except she couldn't. when atticus got to his two-leg nest, he found it dark and empty. the cat flap was boarded up, and he could do nothing but stare in through the window at his home, desolate and abandoned. he spent another moon in his garden, which slowly became wild and overgrown. he went back to snatching injured mice and scavenging for scraps in the streets. he felt very dirty and uncivilized.
after a moon, his family didn't come back. nor did luca. they house stayed empty and dormant. nobody moved in. still barely able to just leave everything, he gave up on waiting and went over the fence and into the forest. there was, of course, a small problem: he couldn't hunt, fight or do any of the other things that wild cats did. in all likelyhood, he was going to end up dead unless he learned. and, as much as he disliked the position he'd been forced into, dying didn't seem favourable either.
atticus came across an old rogue, on the border a scent marker he had no intention of crossing. in return for his teaching, atticus provided a form of amateur protection and food. the two never swapped names, and atticus simply knew him as 'tabby'. not the most creative nickname, but it did under the circumstances.
after six moons, the two went their separate ways, and atticus never had any intention of seeing his mentor again. he probably wouldn't. with the basic ability to hunt and fight, as well as some knowledge of the clans he would have to watch out for. six moons of training did a lot, he discovered.
six moons later, he's doing the exact same thing he was back then. wandering aimlessly, half searching for his sister and half not really caring. he occasionally strays into clan territory, although he prefers sticking to neutral ground. his hunting skills have gradually gotten better, though he still near-starves on a semi-regular basis. and, as far as he can see, his life will continue to be an endless circle, with no meaning and no direction.
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