Post by && oleander on Dec 27, 2007 10:27:25 GMT -5
when you find me; Turtle Leap for me
wake me up; Tom
i've got to go; 0 moons
and fill my cup; Aurora's Faithful
my heart goes out; Kit [will be Fighter]
to those hopeless ones; Massive black, white, and brown tom with short legs and green eyes
take me for granted;
Please be kind to him, this misnomer of a cat. Turtle pads around on large paws. Don’t judge him by his name. He may be a slow hitter but if one hit connects, you’re out for the count. Hidden in each dangerous paw are claws that grate on ice and rock and can cling to flesh and fur. Turtle’s powerful legs are short, which gives his weakness of lack of speed but each muscle compacted there gives him his one-hit K.O. ability of strength. His forelegs round off at the tops into his winding shoulders. His powerful shoulders flatten into his toned, muscular back that leads into a rather long tail.
Turtle’s muzzle is like a tortoise’s: pointed, pink and with wide nostrils. Above this, his eyes are set out equally and a tear-drop of white blots between them. They are narrowed and rimmed with black that streaks out to his neck. Turtle’s wise eyes are monochromatic green. The outer ring is a gentle dark-green, like a leaf in the Spring. The second, largest ring is a dull olive-green that is dotted with tiny specks of emerald and yellow-green. The third and smallest ring embroiders the pupil like a sewing stitch and is a sea-green color than can barely been seen, for it is usually swallowed up by the olivine. However, if he is pleased, the sea-green brightened and takes over his iris.
On the topic of pelts, Turtle is a rather blotchy tom. His white and black body is flecked with dark-brown blots and black-brown streaks. Turtle’s fur is short, soft and smooth, like a tortoise‘s shell. His coat is mostly white, with the big blob of brown and black on his back, legs, tail and head. He is crowned with black that ends in a swallowtail formation on the neck and a tabby mark on the brow.
i'll hate you tons;
Patience. Patience. If he was dead, Turtle would be the one with Aurora that would honor the new leader with the gift of patience. If you were to see him, you would immediately recognize him for his large body, short legs, and gentle demeanor. He rarely gets angry with others; he simply putters around and tells them to do it over until they get it right. Some say he’s boring, but others think he’s nice because he’s always open to talk if you need help with something. He could be called the counselor. He’s very grandfatherly, though he has no children or mate. He prefers to teach others and he is very good at cheering others up. Turtle is a good friend to those who get close to him. He is the kind of tom who will trot up to a random cat and get to know them. Turtle trusts easily, and everyone seems to feel it when he has been let down. The entire day seems to go to hell. A loyal warrior to the death, Turtle does not hold grudges and will sacrifice himself for things other would call “stupid”.
song of the fang;
He was born the normal way, to two parents who found love during a hunt and made it their life to stay by each other's side. Heron, the chief's son, and Equinox, a hunter with a religious past, brought themselves together and made three children who were accepted in Aurora's eyes: Turtle, Albatross, and Iris. Turtle got his girth from his grandfather, Cobalt, and his color from his mother's side of the family.
doesn't work all out;
Equinox = mother
Heron = father
Iris = sister
Albatross = brother
kiss, kiss, bang, bang;
wake me up; Tom
i've got to go; 0 moons
and fill my cup; Aurora's Faithful
my heart goes out; Kit [will be Fighter]
to those hopeless ones; Massive black, white, and brown tom with short legs and green eyes
take me for granted;
Please be kind to him, this misnomer of a cat. Turtle pads around on large paws. Don’t judge him by his name. He may be a slow hitter but if one hit connects, you’re out for the count. Hidden in each dangerous paw are claws that grate on ice and rock and can cling to flesh and fur. Turtle’s powerful legs are short, which gives his weakness of lack of speed but each muscle compacted there gives him his one-hit K.O. ability of strength. His forelegs round off at the tops into his winding shoulders. His powerful shoulders flatten into his toned, muscular back that leads into a rather long tail.
Turtle’s muzzle is like a tortoise’s: pointed, pink and with wide nostrils. Above this, his eyes are set out equally and a tear-drop of white blots between them. They are narrowed and rimmed with black that streaks out to his neck. Turtle’s wise eyes are monochromatic green. The outer ring is a gentle dark-green, like a leaf in the Spring. The second, largest ring is a dull olive-green that is dotted with tiny specks of emerald and yellow-green. The third and smallest ring embroiders the pupil like a sewing stitch and is a sea-green color than can barely been seen, for it is usually swallowed up by the olivine. However, if he is pleased, the sea-green brightened and takes over his iris.
On the topic of pelts, Turtle is a rather blotchy tom. His white and black body is flecked with dark-brown blots and black-brown streaks. Turtle’s fur is short, soft and smooth, like a tortoise‘s shell. His coat is mostly white, with the big blob of brown and black on his back, legs, tail and head. He is crowned with black that ends in a swallowtail formation on the neck and a tabby mark on the brow.
i'll hate you tons;
Patience. Patience. If he was dead, Turtle would be the one with Aurora that would honor the new leader with the gift of patience. If you were to see him, you would immediately recognize him for his large body, short legs, and gentle demeanor. He rarely gets angry with others; he simply putters around and tells them to do it over until they get it right. Some say he’s boring, but others think he’s nice because he’s always open to talk if you need help with something. He could be called the counselor. He’s very grandfatherly, though he has no children or mate. He prefers to teach others and he is very good at cheering others up. Turtle is a good friend to those who get close to him. He is the kind of tom who will trot up to a random cat and get to know them. Turtle trusts easily, and everyone seems to feel it when he has been let down. The entire day seems to go to hell. A loyal warrior to the death, Turtle does not hold grudges and will sacrifice himself for things other would call “stupid”.
song of the fang;
He was born the normal way, to two parents who found love during a hunt and made it their life to stay by each other's side. Heron, the chief's son, and Equinox, a hunter with a religious past, brought themselves together and made three children who were accepted in Aurora's eyes: Turtle, Albatross, and Iris. Turtle got his girth from his grandfather, Cobalt, and his color from his mother's side of the family.
doesn't work all out;
Equinox = mother
Heron = father
Iris = sister
Albatross = brother
kiss, kiss, bang, bang;
