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Name: Specter
Age: twenty-seven moons
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: demisexual
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Appearance: Specter is a handsome feline; there is no doubt about that. His fur is thick and long, splattered with three main colors. White adorns his chest, muzzle and underbelly. Black and orange mottle and streak down his face, back, legs, and tail. Large, round green eyes are accented by the golden flecks around his pupils and the black that outline his eyes. As a tortoiseshell and white
male cat, he is
infertile and will not be able to reproduce. It is the price to pay for his coat.
Personality: Specter is a quiet cat. He doesn't like to bother others and has a tendency to keep to himself more often than not. He would rather sit back and observe a situation than to dive in head first. Avoiding conflict is something his siblings always hated when they were kittens, and you can even go as far as to say he is a pacifist.
Why can't we just talk it out like civilized beings? If it wasn't obvious, he got picked on a lot as a kitten.
Specter is an oddball, that is for sure. Quiet, reserved, and pacifistic. He bottles up his own emotions in order to please others, rubbing against the legs of his housefolk even when he would much rather be left alone, and saying just what others want to hear. Yet, this can easily be his greatest downfall as he puts on the act of the agreeable, tolerant, gullible feline. It can get him into sticky situations and, while he may be able to find weaknesses and exploit them, that's about how far he would get before being used as a doormat.
Don't even get him started on his opinion on having to hunt for his food.
Dislikes: high pitched noises, mud, being touched, cats who talk too much
Likes: dogs, storms, warmth, the fireplace
Weaknesses: vibrations -- he'll often fall asleep on his housefolk's machines because the vibrations (and the heat) soothe him.
physical anything -- he can run, he can sneak, but he can't fight or hunt to save his life.
socializing -- he's a bit awkward at times.
laser pointers -- it should be obvious
Strengths: strategizing -- he takes in everything, finding weaknesses and quickly creating some sort of plan to exploit them... if only he could actually put them into action.
sucking up -- he tells others what they want to hear, and it gets him pretty far as long as no one notices his act.
intelligence -- even if he may seem bored with whatever is going on, he keeps his ears and eyes peeled. he remembers just about everything he had heard or see, and his understanding for the housefolk world is advanced due to his observations.
dogs -- due to growing up with a dog, he understands their body language more.
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Mother: Flow
Father: Ebb
Littermates: Rose, Tide, Jack
Aunt(s): none that he's aware of
Uncle(s): Todd -- not related by blood; he's actually a dog his current housefolks have had since he was a kitten
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
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Clan: Kittypet
Rank: n/a
History: Specter was born to a small litter of scruffy kittens. He remained with them for the first few moons of his life, tolerating his siblings while keeping close to his parents' flanks. From the very beginning, he was quiet. He didn't like to play with the others, and he would much rather spend his time either watching the others or sleeping. He also found watching out the window to be a favored pass time of his.
When he was weened from his mother's milk, he was given to an elderly couple. They brought him to their house where he instantly had to figure out how to live with a dog. Specter didn't know what to do at first, and he stumbled around the unknown territory with his fur fluffed up and his muscles tensed for the first few weeks. He soon calmed down when he realized that the dog wasn't going to do anything, having already grown accustomed to felines from past cats the couple had, usually fosters.
He settled into his life relatively quickly, acting like any rambunctious kitten would when they didn't have siblings to run away from or disapproving looks from parents to worry about. He found a quick friend in the dog, and the two of them would often sleep in the same bed together. Okay, really, the dog slept in the bed while Specter slept on the dog.
He started becoming fascinated in the outside world as he grew older. The world outside was completely different from the one he was born into, and he wanted to know everything about it. Yet, like the good housepet he was, he never went farther than the tall, wooden fence that surrounded the backyard. Whenever he ever had the urge to explore, he would just look back at the old dog and remember that this was his world, not the wilderness out there.
His curiosity still remains.
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