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DIR By: chickadee
Date: December 6, 2012, 5:41 pm
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[font=times new roman]name- "verona, dear."
gender- "what do you think?"
age- "a lady never reveals her deepest secrets."
alliance- "i am loyal only to myself."
specialty- "trading."
[color=white]∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
appearance- "describe myself? oh dear, i couldn't. ah well, i'll
try. let's see...i'm a long-furred brown tabby, that i know. my
eyes are sapphire blue, the most beautiful shade. i'm not going
to go into too much detail, oh no. i'd feel too self-centered.
anyways, my fur is the softest--well, it would be if i bothered
to clean it. i just don't think those things are that
important."
personality- "i suppose i'm a humble cat. i never put myself
before others, and i'm not selfish. my specialty and life is
trading. i travel to the different clans in this area, even some
tribes further off. i collect goods from the twolegs--discarded
things, i would never steal--and bring them to the warriors.
they love the things! the kits love shiny baubles and trinkets.
oh, i'm getting ahead of myself. anyways, i have a cool temper
and i'm good under pressure, but i have a hard time trusting.
you'll read about that later."
history- "my history is not the most interesting. i really don't
know why you'd want to read it. if you still are just shaking
with excitement, here's my story. i was born during snowfall a
while back. my parents disappeared before i was old enough to
fight on my own, and i ended up just fending for myself and
hiding places. a large tom-cat, who i thought was my friend at
the time--offered to help me get to a warm place. i agreed, and
he ended up attacking me, leaving me for dead on the ground. by
now it was about late spring, and i knew i had to get help. some
twolegs took me in, feeding me and keeping me cozy for a few
years. but then, i just couldn't take it! they hugged me and
wrapped me in blankets and i couldn't deal. escaping felt
wonderful, and i was finally free; with fighting instincts and
good will. eventually i discovered trading and knew it was my
calling."
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