Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 21:36:29 GMT -7
PERSONALITYWhen first meeting, Jetta is not the most warmest she cat. Her initial attitude can be best described as stand offish and somewhat rude. The latter is from her often sarcastic remarks that come with a rather stiff tone. The former is because during Jetta's entire life she has lived as a loner and being surrounded by kittypets has not helped. She has a fair amount of prejudice towards kittypets since Jetta believes that they do not have to work for their food and that they have an overall easy life, which is true. It especially irks her when she sees kittypets hunting 'just for fun'. Her prejudice aside however, if one can stick around after the first couple of meetings with her they will start to see that Jetta has a nice heart underneath. She'll help out if it's obvious that a cat needs it, even kittypets.
In terms of survival Jetta is tough and determined so she does not scare so easily, be it a dog or a clan cat. Jetta is also a fierce fighter and is not afraid to fight those stronger then her. She believes in survival of the fittest, but is more lenient in that she believes the weak can get stronger and therefore become better fit to survive. Concerning those who pick on the weak, Jetta views them as cowards not having the guts to confront opponents who are of equal or better strength to them. It is fair to surmise that Jetta will stand up for the weak but don't expect her to be kind and sweet about it.
APPEARANCE
At first glance Jetta does not look very imposing, being of average size. However Jetta always stalks about with an air of confidence and a sleek and slender yet muscular body, so while she may not be the most intimidating she cat Jetta can still give a cat a run for their money, so to speak. Within her round face sits pale green eyes that always come with a cold look to them and even when she shows signs of a softer nature they still retain their cold appearance. Long white whiskers stick out of a brown and white muzzle.
Jetta’s fur is medium small in length and has a very neat appearance to it despite the fact that she is not a kittypet. It’s color consists of various shades of brown, white, and black with small pots and rosette markings. The great majority of her pelt falls into the first category, almost completely dark brown save for cinnamon areas bordering her chest and undersides as well as certain areas around her eyes. After the cinnamon colored borders come white fur covering part of her face, most of her chest and undersides. Lite brown rosettes dot most of her frame but eventually give way to small black dots and stripes along her long legs and tail.
If one is not sure on how to recognize Jetta they should always look for her trade mark determined gate and/or focused stare. If not in concert, at least one of these two trade mark visuals is always present.
At first glance Jetta does not look very imposing, being of average size. However Jetta always stalks about with an air of confidence and a sleek and slender yet muscular body, so while she may not be the most intimidating she cat Jetta can still give a cat a run for their money, so to speak. Within her round face sits pale green eyes that always come with a cold look to them and even when she shows signs of a softer nature they still retain their cold appearance. Long white whiskers stick out of a brown and white muzzle.
Jetta’s fur is medium small in length and has a very neat appearance to it despite the fact that she is not a kittypet. It’s color consists of various shades of brown, white, and black with small pots and rosette markings. The great majority of her pelt falls into the first category, almost completely dark brown save for cinnamon areas bordering her chest and undersides as well as certain areas around her eyes. After the cinnamon colored borders come white fur covering part of her face, most of her chest and undersides. Lite brown rosettes dot most of her frame but eventually give way to small black dots and stripes along her long legs and tail.
If one is not sure on how to recognize Jetta they should always look for her trade mark determined gate and/or focused stare. If not in concert, at least one of these two trade mark visuals is always present.
KIN
Opal the Loner - [Mother]
Diablo the Loner - [Father figure]
Randel the Loner - [Eldest brother]
Lee the Loner - [Second eldest brother]
HISTORY
Like her parents Jetta was born a loner. She had two older sibling, both toms, and spent her first month alive in a den with a dirt and grass nest that was nestled between two large rocks outside of a fenced twoleg settlement. Jetta and her brothers grew up without their father and their mother had rather subpar hunting skills, only managing to catch a mouse a day, or small bird every other day if she was lucky. It was by the grace of luck that the first week her mother ran into a large and pretty rude male who took pity on her and helped feed the mother she cat for the sake of Jetta and her brothers. This kindness did not come for free however though the price was a lax one. The rude male, having introduced himself as Diablo by then, would teach her mother and the kits how to hunt.
Jetta grew past her first year with Diablo filling in as a sort of father figure, albeit a sarcastic, snippy father figure. It was from him where Jetta received most of her stale attitude from. From the moment she and her brothers could explore outside the den they were taught the basics: stay close to the den, run back inside when they felt there was danger, etc. It wasn’t until the kits were four moons that they got to accompany their mother and Diablo when they went hunting. While out they would mimic whatever techniques they saw and use them when they would go exploring, Jetta being the one to practice the most.
It was when the kits turned six moons that Diablo taught them how to fight. This was something Jetta and her brothers had pounded into their heads more so then hunting, though the latter was still stressed by Diablo to be important. Day in and day out their mother and Diablo would spar with Jetta and her brothers to help them better their skills. Diablos also told them about the local kittypets which would later shape Jetta’s views even more.
At around nine moons old, Jetta and her family experienced a harsh leaf fall. The group had been having a tough time with prey as it was, thanks to the local kittypets hunting just for the fun of it and thus wasting prey. One day while hunting in a field Jetta had come back from a successful hunt and was returning to her stash only to find a kittypet trying to take from it. Jetta, being straightforward, confronted the cat about it. The kittypet assumed since she had plenty, about four pieces already stashed, there was enough to go around. Needless to say Jetta gave the kittypet and earful and threatened to claw off it’s ear for trying to mess with her food. This scared the cat enough for it to leave and the encounter made Jetta all the more hostile towards kittypets from that day forward.
At eleven moons Jetta decided to strike out on her own, as she just felt that it was time for her to be on her own. Her mother was understanding about it, along with her brothers and Diablo was even more understanding about it. Now Jetta wonders about living life as a loner, set on surviving no matter what.
BONE SHOP ITEMS
NONE
Diablo the Loner - [Father figure]
Randel the Loner - [Eldest brother]
Lee the Loner - [Second eldest brother]
HISTORY
Like her parents Jetta was born a loner. She had two older sibling, both toms, and spent her first month alive in a den with a dirt and grass nest that was nestled between two large rocks outside of a fenced twoleg settlement. Jetta and her brothers grew up without their father and their mother had rather subpar hunting skills, only managing to catch a mouse a day, or small bird every other day if she was lucky. It was by the grace of luck that the first week her mother ran into a large and pretty rude male who took pity on her and helped feed the mother she cat for the sake of Jetta and her brothers. This kindness did not come for free however though the price was a lax one. The rude male, having introduced himself as Diablo by then, would teach her mother and the kits how to hunt.
Jetta grew past her first year with Diablo filling in as a sort of father figure, albeit a sarcastic, snippy father figure. It was from him where Jetta received most of her stale attitude from. From the moment she and her brothers could explore outside the den they were taught the basics: stay close to the den, run back inside when they felt there was danger, etc. It wasn’t until the kits were four moons that they got to accompany their mother and Diablo when they went hunting. While out they would mimic whatever techniques they saw and use them when they would go exploring, Jetta being the one to practice the most.
It was when the kits turned six moons that Diablo taught them how to fight. This was something Jetta and her brothers had pounded into their heads more so then hunting, though the latter was still stressed by Diablo to be important. Day in and day out their mother and Diablo would spar with Jetta and her brothers to help them better their skills. Diablos also told them about the local kittypets which would later shape Jetta’s views even more.
At around nine moons old, Jetta and her family experienced a harsh leaf fall. The group had been having a tough time with prey as it was, thanks to the local kittypets hunting just for the fun of it and thus wasting prey. One day while hunting in a field Jetta had come back from a successful hunt and was returning to her stash only to find a kittypet trying to take from it. Jetta, being straightforward, confronted the cat about it. The kittypet assumed since she had plenty, about four pieces already stashed, there was enough to go around. Needless to say Jetta gave the kittypet and earful and threatened to claw off it’s ear for trying to mess with her food. This scared the cat enough for it to leave and the encounter made Jetta all the more hostile towards kittypets from that day forward.
At eleven moons Jetta decided to strike out on her own, as she just felt that it was time for her to be on her own. Her mother was understanding about it, along with her brothers and Diablo was even more understanding about it. Now Jetta wonders about living life as a loner, set on surviving no matter what.
BONE SHOP ITEMS
NONE
Jetta, Loner
12 Moons ||She-cat
Straight
12 Moons ||She-cat
Straight
