Post by Neon Blue on Nov 2, 2010 19:13:33 GMT -5
sparta
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twenty moons - kittypet - kittypet
hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon
just the way i am
personality
the one and only
wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from
lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears
missed a step
other
something bothering you mister
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon
like his parents before him, and their parents before them, sparta is a maine coon. his strong husky build doesn't speak for itself. it comes from his blood, and many moons of training. like every house cat he is beautiful. his looks will never ware. he is tall, towering over his mate and she herself is tall. his shoulders are broad, his limbs thick.• • • • • • • • • •
his head is clean cut and smooth, his ears are wide and set close.
yet without his stunning amber eyes, and his soft and well groomed cream tabby fur, he must say he wouldn't be quiet the sight he is now.
just the way i am
personality
the one and only
he's a flirt. he doesn't really mean to be, but he can't help himself. he has a fine eye for she-cats with the 'right' looks, and nothing will stop him from telling them so, not even victoria's quick temper. don't get him wrong though, he may be a flirt and he may like to tease, but he is loyal. a one-cat kind of tom, if you will. he is sure she knows that though, he tells her often enough. he is good with flattery, adds to his already perfect charm.• • • • • • • • • •
plus if you haven't noticed, he's pretty arrogant, which is the same as confidence to him.
but he's not like that all the time. he has his in-secure moments, and his jealous ones to. he gets hot in the head when another tom looks at his mate with lust. being as he has a lot of self control though, he can keep it all up inside. even though, victoria says it's bad for him.
what does he care? he's already careless about most things, reckless. But he knows when not to take things to far. even though she probably wouldn't admit it, he know she worries about me.
wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from
growing up in a cattery was one of the funnest things that could happen to a kit. so much adventure, so much trouble, plus all the side kicks you could want. brothers, sisters, cousins, friends. the adults were tight though, so were the two-legs, but the kits always knew how to get around them. which of course made sparta popular with the rest of the kits. it was just to bad he couldn't stay there forever. before he was even six moons old he was being hauled off and away from the only home he had ever known.• • • • • • • • • •
he wasn't down long though. his new home was just as fun. yeah there where no other cats, but the elder two-legs that looked after him loved playing. back then he was a soft kittypet. Wasn't until he met pepper that he started fighting.
he was a kittypet that lived right next door to him, a battle scarred cat that always watched him with mocking eyes whenever he went out into the yard. he never payed him much mind though, well until the day he kicked spartas butt.
he had never hated anyone before, but in that moment he knew hate like he never had. But at the same time he admired him. how did a kittypet get so tough?
he asked him to teach him not only a few days later. strangle enough he agreed and his training began.
that's how sparta spent the rest of his kittypet life, up until he meet swallowpaw, now victoria. she took his breath away the moment he laid eyes on her, he was after all a tom who appreciated a fine beauty. bad thing was she was also a loner, and he had made it his business to fight everyone he saw.
he had to say she put up a good fight, but in in the end, he was to good for her. he expected her to leave cursing, but she didn't. strangely enough she stayed, the first she-cat he had ever met to be immune to his charm.
he remembered being disgruntled and frustrated. alarmed toward the end, he had thought falling in love was going to turn him into some strange meek little tom. it didn't though. if anything he felt stronger.
he even confessed to her, then got stabbed in the heart when she laughed. he can still remember that pain. he hid it well though, even after he found out he was leaving forever.
but he couldn't hid his joy when she finally confessed to me. something he dream about even today.
we left together the next night to live our lives in our own cattery.
lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears
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missed a step
other
something bothering you mister
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