Papi__Loner

[>Jimi<]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Papi of the great LONER Clan Age 6 years Gender male Rank Loner How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS "Blue" and my eyes are Green Scars multiple all over his body, but they are hidden by his long fur Appearance Papi is an average sized cat, not large, not small- but he is compact and wiry, not an ounce of extra flesh on him. He's a little emaciated, for kittypet standards, but he hasn't gone by those standards in a long, long time. His long, long blue fur makes him look bigger than he is, but he's really just poofy. The hair gets short on his long, quick legs, but extra long on his tail, almost like a banner, flying out behind him when he runs. He's got a rather long snout that is just a little pointed like a siamese, but his round face hides it quite well.His green and yellow eyes are large and round, sitting high up in his face, giving him an aristocratic look. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M rough and tumble AND a little reckless. Personality Papi is one of those laughing, I don't care types. At least, mostly he is. He acts mostly on impulse, though when it comes to people he cares about, he puts them before himself. his temper is hot, and his pride easily injured- a volitile mix at best. You would think he would be cold and calculating on the inside, but not really. He's just a wild mix of testosterone, inner turmoil, injured feelings and a strange sense of abandonment. He hides behind a mask of anger if you get close enough to notice it, but if he doesn't really know you, he'll hide behind a mask of carefree indifference. Laughing and joking while inside he's burning, aching for someone, anyone to love him but afraid to love anyone at the same time. Preferences Some particular likes of his are: white cats, the color blue, napping, causing trouble and confusing cats. Some particular dislikes are: KNow it all cats, the color red, medicine cats, those who are helpless to help themselves Secret Ambitions to be a clan cat Strengths/Weaknesses His aloofness if both a strength and weakness, and his intelligent, quick thinking mind is also. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Floren AND Becca Family none here Event that Lead to being a Warrior not a "warrior" yet History Papi was born in mexico, in the front room of an average two-leg nest, filled with average, brown skinned two-legs. His mother, whom they called "Becca" was rather feral and wouldn't allow the two legs to touch her newly born kits, or her for that matter- but the youngest two leg was desperate to have a "gato" for himself. So in the night while Becca slept, he stole a tiny gray blue kitten for himself. Papi and the boy were fast friends, they did everything together. From sleep to play to getting in trouble, until he came to America to visit his cousins. They gave him a pit bull puppy as a present and Papi was promptly forgotten. Forgotten to the point that when he left here, Papi was also left behind to fend for himself. A sort of rage filled Papi after that, causing him to abandon any two legs who wanted to be his master,So here he is. Sample RP (from another site, suckish) When your dragon is a baby, you must scrub and oil his hide every day. Adult dragons still need baths, but they are quite capable of bathing themselves for the most part, save for the scrubbing of tender or hard to reach places, and the oiling of dry patches or healing wounds. This particular somewhat lazy, very large brown dragon loved to have his thick hide scrubbed with a stiff bristled brush. All over, and of course his rider was going to oblige him. Which is why N'ki was chest deep in sun warmed, but still cool water, his hands covered in soapsand(which wouldn't hurt the water) and his fingers aching from gripping the large brush in his hands. You are a spoiled beast Keranth. He sent to his partner, rubbing the bristles in slow, gentle circles on the left flank of the mahogany dragon. Directly after he said it of course, he was thinking about something else. How nice and warm the sun was on his bare, muscled back, his shortpants were sticking to sensitive areas, the soapsand smelled really good and how beautifully warm was his dragons hide. No I am not. This is your job dragonrider. And you love me. The sensible dragon was a little smug, but mostly he sounded as relaxed as he looked. His massive head lolling just above the water on a bent foreleg, tail laying all the way onto the sand, wings arched yet limp to form little shelters for breaks from the sun for little human dragonriders. Choosing to ignore Keranth, N'ki began rubbing his brush, with a fresh helping of suds, onto the nearest hind leg, noting a couple of itchy patches that he heard being mentally complained about. He scrubbed extra hard there, to the intense pleasure of his dragon. Sweat was pouring off of his face, down onto his hard chest, mixing with the splashing, cooling water. There were a few other riders and dragons about, but he was too busy to notice. Finally finished, he threw the brush up onto the shore and hurried out of the way as Keranth launched himself deep under the water to rinse. And play. And splash cold underwater up and all over his weyrmate. Yeah thanks pal. There was no response, just what could be called dragon laughter. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

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