Post by caesar } on Oct 15, 2010 21:28:00 GMT -5
avari.
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go with peace and love ;
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g e n d e r .
male.
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three months.
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pansexual.
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nomad.
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nomad.
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a tiny black tom with hints of blue; one red eye, one silver eye; raven wings.
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the first thing you'd notice about avari is probably his size. even for a kitten he's tiny; ah, but he makes it work for him, he's utterly adorable. short, stubby legs lead down to over-sized paws, clumsy and almost always ragged - the pink pads bleeding, claws torn, all from drudging all day in the city. his body, which should be chubby with kitten fat instead of rib-showingly scrawny, leads down to a short, scraggly tail; his face, round with a blunt muzzle and topped with triangular ears, is gaunt, showing his cheek bones easily.
big, wide kitten eyes stand out clearly against the background of the tom's fur; the right is a crimson, blood-red, the left a startling silver-white. the soft, short and slightly ragged and unkempt fur on this tom's small, weak body is black - in the sun, it is dappled with dark mahogany and swirls of dark blue. two small raven wings protrude from his shoulders, feeble but, with some food and training, they could be used to fly.
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avari is a sweet, naive little kitten. put out on the streets to fend for himself at such a young age has made him skittish and easily scared, always desperately searching for other cats and food. many of the ragged nomads he has come across were mangy, mean spirited felines, chasing him away and scaring him with threats. the little kitten, as such, is wary of strangers, and prone to bolt at the first sudden movement or loud noise.
although shy and afraid, little avari gives his heart once you've earned his trust. as such, it kills him every time he is left behind - his family, an old she-cat named lucy, all who left him. a bright and loving, although quiet, kitten once you get close to him, it's very easy to love him.
avari is naturally inquisitive, curious about his surroundings. he loves asking questions about the world; he simply loves wisdom. but, as smart as he is, he has a weakness...
he's a beggar.plain and simple, he will look cute and cry in from of humans for scraps of food. it rarely works, and so he's been driven to perform the same act-that-isn't-really-an-act for other cats - crouching down low with his ears pressed back, shaking in cold and fear, pleading his way through life.
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avari was born into a home of humans, his mother their only cat. he had siblings, faint beings that he can barely remember - he was so young when it happened.
the humans gathered them all up, except his mama, and put them in the flexible, dark thing, this sack. the humans took them to the bridge, and dropped them into the river.
avari was the only one that survived, and by sheer luck, too. a passing she-cat named lucy had seen his wings, and thinking it was a drowned bird, snatched him up. she then raised him, giving him his name; avari.
she made him start eating solid food early, and within a matter of weeks she had left him in the city, hobbling off later to die.
since then, avari's been wandering the city, lonely and scared, begging to stay alive.
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