Post by bast on Apr 13, 2017 15:57:22 GMT
 MAIZE Light brown tabby she-cat with green eyes general info
personality
HISTORY Maize grew up as a kitty-pet. From birth to about four moons of age, she had stayed with a twoleg family, siblings, and a mother that she can hardly remember now. At around four to five moons she was given to a different two-leg who then handed her to a smaller one to take care of her. The twoleg kit, as she found out, hadn't wanted a cat, but a dog. Since the twoleg kit's parents weren't home often and they were left with one who only took care of the kit, Maize found herself neglected, starved half the time and feeling like she was so thirsty that her throat would spontaneously catch fire the other half. And let us not speak of what kind of state the dirt-place was for days on end. It wasn't the best situation and Maize hadn't known what she could do to get herself out of there until one day the window was left open. It was a hasty, barely thought out escape while the twolegs weren't looking onto a metal path that would lead her either to the ground or to the top of the building. She took the way down, trying to be both fast and silent while at the same time a dozen other thoughts ran through her mind. She was only eight moons old and had no clue how to hunt or defend herself. Her collar needed to go, somehow, so that if twolegs ever did catch her then she'd have some hope, at least, of never returning back there ever again. Her half finished thoughts and prayers were answered in the form of an aging alley cat that approached her once her paws hit the alley ground. The elderly she-cat had been roaming these alleys ever since she was born and agreed to pass down that knowledge to Maize once she knew the younger cat's situation. Even managed to get that collar off of her to sweeten the deal. Yet for the moons that they spent together the old cat never gave Maize her name, and when it came her time to pass, Maize had given her a new one. Strong Heart. Her world had been pulled out from under her paws on that day. She stumbled, wandered with hardly a goal in mind. She hardly ate as she grieved for the cat who had filled the role of a mother for seven too short moons. At fifteen moons old she traveled farther through the city than she had ever had before, determined to do something with an itch in her paws to get up, go, be productive. The only thing was, she didn't know how to go about that other than looking out for herself. That, however, wasn't appealing to her, so she was left with no foothold, no purpose. Her purpose came to her only after more moons of life as a city stray. In that time she had seen things, done things, that shook her to her bones. Horrific things that she wanted to prevent. Beautiful, miraculous things that she wanted to preserve. The resolve, the hope, the fire in her soul began to light then. A drive to change how alley cats and roaming strays lived their lives for the better. All she had to do was take that first step: find a plan, or make one. | ooc info  ☆ NAME BAST ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Honeynose Spiderstorm THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO BAST. DO NOT STEAL. |
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