Clementine Aug 17, 2020 22:50:47 GMT
Post by Kaeldra on Aug 17, 2020 22:50:47 GMT
Desired Name: Undecided.
Age: 22 moons
Birth Moon: River Moon 2019
Clementine is a fluffy calico she-cat, with her fur divided into clear sections of black, orange, and white. The dark fur on the left and right sides of her face emphasize her pale green eyes, and the tabby stripes on the orange patch running down her nose can make her seem to be constantly judging whatever she happens to be looking at. Her entire belly and all of her legs are pure white, with a few blotches stretching up into the fur on her back.
Clementine is a cat that, first and foremost, just wants to have some fun with life. She doesn’t care much what consequences her actions might have for other cats, and does whatever she feels will elicit the most interesting response. This she-cat hates to be bored. She lets her paws lead her wherever they want to go, without much of an end destination in mind.
One thing Clementine values most is her freedom. She likes to toy with other cats and be entertained by them, but as soon as she feels any sense of permanence in their interactions she’ll move on. She hates the idea of being tied down to a specific place or cat. So, she tends to keep herself as mysterious as possible, refusing to divulge much besides her name. Occasionally she likes to invent far fetched histories for herself and see how long it takes for her conversational partner to realize she’s lying. So far, her record is two moons tricking a particularly dim-witted kittypet into believing that she had a fox for a mother.
What with Clementine’s inclination toward enigmatic tendencies, much of her past is a mystery to all except her. She’s not a fan of talking about it, feeling as if that particular chapter of her life has ended and she isn’t particularly keen to revisit it. Instead, she likes to make up bizarre stories to tell other cats and see how long it takes them to catch on. Sometimes she’ll slip hints of the true story into the lies (it makes the lie more believable, after all), but never enough to reveal herself.
In truth, Clementine was born in a twolegplace. Not the one near where she lives now, but one far away. She was the sole kit of two powerful cats in that neighbourhood, and it was simply a fact that she should follow in their pawsteps once she was old enough. Her parents were treated almost like royalty, and would not spare any expense to keep their status. They liked to play at the image of benevolence, but they were a violent, deceitful pair and had the blood of more than a few cats on their paws.
The two trained her from the moment she could stumble around on her wobbly kitten legs to be ruthless, as she would have to be if she were to inherit their legacy. Clementine rather enjoyed the sparring practice, and likely wouldn’t have complained if that was all that was expected of her. However, she was also forced to sit in on endless meetings between her parents and other powerful cats, and as she grew older was expected to contribute to the political discussions. Very often, cats of lower status would come to her parents -- and later her -- expecting to receive something, whether it was something to fill their bellies, a piece of wisdom, or some other thing they had decided they needed.
These obligations bored poor Clementine out of her mind. At first she tried to be everything her parents wanted, but she just didn’t care about all of the bureaucracy! She wanted to be like any other cat, to go on adventures and just enjoy herself, but their expectations weighed heavily upon her. So one night, she decided on a whim that she didn’t have to stick around any more if she didn’t want to. She would let her parents deal with the complicated world they had created for themselves, and build an exciting life of her own with no rules. Clementine slipped away from the twolegplace in the dark of night, and hasn’t looked back since.