Crayola; Loner

Name: Crayola
Gender: Male
Age: 30 moons
Affiliate: Loner
Rank: Leader of Crayola’s Crew. :3

Looks:


Personality: Ironically, Crayola’s personality is similar to a rainbow. Although he has his good moments and his bad, the tom is usually pretty laid-back. A care-free attitude towards the harsh conditions of his life. He isn’t big into punishment, and wants the cards to fall as they may. He’s smart, very smart, and has a great sense of humor. He isn’t lazy, and has picked up a few good fighting styles over the moons, but for the most part, he is all for peace. When a rogue invades his territory, he’ll be patient; but if he gives his little squad any problems, they should expect to be driven out. Cats flock to him and his easy-going temper. Imagine a hippy with a more teasing sense of humor.

Birth: Kitten Mill

History: Some Twolegs believe Kitten Mills are a bad thing where the cats are treated terribly. Others believe they are humane and buy from them. In Crayola’s point of view, they are terrifying and offer no warmth or protection. He was born in one called ‘Happy Stars’ and despite the health department’s okay for use, diseases and illnesses spread around the new-borns like cold breezes. Although his memory of his first month and a half at the Mill is fuzzy, he does remember strange machinery and hard tile floors. Cardboard boxes and wailing kits. No Twoleg named Crayola at first and perhaps that was the strangest beginning. Being nameless now would be a terrible thought. His parents, obviously, were unknown. They were probably one of the mere seven pairs of breeders that were held at the Mill. He vaguely recalls having seen his sister once before, but her being nameless as well; he couldn’t tell you who she was.

Despite the conditions, the Mill was quite popular. They produced cute, although usually unhealthy, kittens. Crayola’s Twolegs appeared to pick him up just one moon after birth. He was shoved, mewling in terror, into a young girl’s arms. Her face beamed with joy at his squirming shape, and he nearly attempted to claw her face off. His feeble tries to free himself from her grip eventually stopped entirely and he just flopped in her arms, defeated but shivering in fear. How long the car ride was, Crayola didn’t remember. He just knew that when they arrived at their destination, the huge ‘house’, as the Twolegs called it, he felt even more bewildered. Soon though, the little girl, Anne was her name, had him settled into a warm basket, a bowl of the same disgusting pellets the Mill fed him, by his feet.

They named him Crayola, after their strange box of colored sticks and luckily, he didn’t pick up any diseases from the Mill. His Twolegs were easy to train, and soon they were basically eating out of his paws. He simply purred once and they bought him a new toy. And those nasty pellets? Well, when a cat refused to eat them for three days and spilled over the bowl, the Twolegs would have to do something. So they got him the wet stuff, flavored with chicken and beef. The good wet stuff. Despite all of his Twoleg’s love, he was undoubtedly unhappy. He hated being cooped up in their tiny square of a yard, their tiny shack of a house.

When the little tom cat, Hoolio, scurried through his garden, Crayola had a talk with him. He asked him which Twolegs he lived with and the young cat said none, obviously wary of Crayola’s stature. He was puzzled. A cat without Twolegs? They spent hours talking and at the end of it, Crayola decided to leave his owners for good, in search of adventure and excitement. So he spent one more day with them, appearing much more often than normal, and then setting off just after eating his fill. Perhaps he would miss them, but then again, perhaps not. Either way, he roamed the streets, removed his collar, and eventually wandered into a large expanse of land.

He made good friends and soon came to ‘own’ a property of land on this section. He began allowing cats to join his ranks to better defend the territory. Crayola’s Crew if you will.


RP Sample: No thanks.

She isn't very colorful... aPPrOVeDD

He actually. And sorry, I figured a rainbow cat wouldn't much much sense.

She probably would make a little sense.

Nawww, he wouldn't.

Yeah, you're right about her.