Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2020 21:52:26 GMT
Name: Bunker
Desired Name: Undecided
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: Loner
Age: 35 Moons
Birth Moon: River Moon, 2018
Sex: Male, Tom
Appearance:
This is the sort of cat you'd stumble upon in the most dimly lit alleyways, lounging silently atop a fire escape and yet watching you with an icy stare from the darkness. Bunker is a large, heftily-built tom with a short but thick coat, stained to a dingy off-white by city water and rusty metal. No matter how much he may groom, his fur remains a grizzled, stained mess, marred by scars along his neck and ears. He has angular blue-green eyes, the colour of a spruce tree, and above his left eye is a large pale grey patch that starts at his eye and ends just behind the ear on that side. His tail shares this colour and while otherwise intact, has a crooked tip that flickers when he whips it about.
Personality:
Stoic and icy have been used to describe Bunker with ease, he's a relatively quiet and unsociable tom, who's angular eyes don't often betray his emotions. He keeps to himself as most alleycats do, but in spite of his thuggish appearance and cold stare, isn't one to become violent without cause. Other loners and kittypets down on their luck occasionally make their way through his part of town, and while probably one of the more intimidating cats one could meet there, he's the one to talk to if you need shelter or food as quickly as possible. You might need a cast iron stomach, but he'll know a place to fill your belly. That being said, if a cat is determined to worm their way into his territory or starts to take advantage of those less fortunate in town, Bunker has no issue with using his claws to settle the matter.
History:
Bunker was born a stray and has lived in the rougher part of town for as long as he can remember. His mother, being quite petite, was rather thankful to have only had two kittens to look after, as Bunker and his brother Bran were quite large and heavy, and equally as hungry. For the longest time they lived off restaurant scraps and mice, but once the brothers were more mobile and able to travel with their mother, she managed to find a kind and caring twoleg who would leave out kibble for strays like them. After a while of living in the twoleg's yard, the man picked them up with a bit of a struggle, and brought the family into their home. The brothers and their mother took to the warmth, the lack of rain, but later that night the twolegs let a giant of a dog out of their basement. The barking, bounding, and stomping of paws of the excited dog scared the daylight out of Bunker, and the tom accidentally broke through their screen door in fright, escaping back into the streets. Being barely six-moons yet and in the middle of a downpour, he easily got lost in the twolegplace, not being able to find his way back to his mother and brother. Since then, Bunker has lived as a loner, protecting a strip of territory in the twolegplace and helping out others who get into a similar situation.
Mother:
Apple, a mostly cream tortie with a few blue flecks here and there, kittypet, unknown status.
Father:
Unknown name as Apple never spoke of him, an all-white tom, unknown status.
Full Siblings:
Bran, a white tom with a red tabby tail and ear like Bunker, but with an extra patch on his cheek, kittypet, unknown status.
Paternal Siblings:
Open!
Offspring:
None
Desired Name: Undecided
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: Loner
Age: 35 Moons
Birth Moon: River Moon, 2018
Sex: Male, Tom
Appearance:
This is the sort of cat you'd stumble upon in the most dimly lit alleyways, lounging silently atop a fire escape and yet watching you with an icy stare from the darkness. Bunker is a large, heftily-built tom with a short but thick coat, stained to a dingy off-white by city water and rusty metal. No matter how much he may groom, his fur remains a grizzled, stained mess, marred by scars along his neck and ears. He has angular blue-green eyes, the colour of a spruce tree, and above his left eye is a large pale grey patch that starts at his eye and ends just behind the ear on that side. His tail shares this colour and while otherwise intact, has a crooked tip that flickers when he whips it about.
Personality:
Stoic and icy have been used to describe Bunker with ease, he's a relatively quiet and unsociable tom, who's angular eyes don't often betray his emotions. He keeps to himself as most alleycats do, but in spite of his thuggish appearance and cold stare, isn't one to become violent without cause. Other loners and kittypets down on their luck occasionally make their way through his part of town, and while probably one of the more intimidating cats one could meet there, he's the one to talk to if you need shelter or food as quickly as possible. You might need a cast iron stomach, but he'll know a place to fill your belly. That being said, if a cat is determined to worm their way into his territory or starts to take advantage of those less fortunate in town, Bunker has no issue with using his claws to settle the matter.
History:
Bunker was born a stray and has lived in the rougher part of town for as long as he can remember. His mother, being quite petite, was rather thankful to have only had two kittens to look after, as Bunker and his brother Bran were quite large and heavy, and equally as hungry. For the longest time they lived off restaurant scraps and mice, but once the brothers were more mobile and able to travel with their mother, she managed to find a kind and caring twoleg who would leave out kibble for strays like them. After a while of living in the twoleg's yard, the man picked them up with a bit of a struggle, and brought the family into their home. The brothers and their mother took to the warmth, the lack of rain, but later that night the twolegs let a giant of a dog out of their basement. The barking, bounding, and stomping of paws of the excited dog scared the daylight out of Bunker, and the tom accidentally broke through their screen door in fright, escaping back into the streets. Being barely six-moons yet and in the middle of a downpour, he easily got lost in the twolegplace, not being able to find his way back to his mother and brother. Since then, Bunker has lived as a loner, protecting a strip of territory in the twolegplace and helping out others who get into a similar situation.
Mother:
Apple, a mostly cream tortie with a few blue flecks here and there, kittypet, unknown status.
Father:
Unknown name as Apple never spoke of him, an all-white tom, unknown status.
Full Siblings:
Bran, a white tom with a red tabby tail and ear like Bunker, but with an extra patch on his cheek, kittypet, unknown status.
Paternal Siblings:
Open!
Offspring:
None