Post by Tabby on Aug 7, 2012 10:29:04 GMT -5
NAME: Cricket
GENDER: Female
AGE: 1 year
RESIDENCE: Country
APPEARANCE:
PELT COLOR: White
MARKINGS: Black patches
PELT LENGTH: Medium
EYE COLOR: Olive green
BUILD: Slim
OTHER:
PERSONALITY:
Cricket is a sweetie. She’s very social and loves to talk to other cats (and birds) and be around them. She hates being alone and having to be quiet. In fact, she’s very optimistic and those two are pretty much the only things she dislikes. If she’s separated from those she loves, she becomes agitated and can’t sleep, often pacing the whole night instead of even laying down. For this reason, she really is very unwilling to travel unless some of her friends go with her.
RELATIONSHIPS:
MOTHER: Ari- Pale gray she-cat with soft, long fur and bright green eyes (deceased)
FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: None
CRUSH/MATE: None yet
OTHER: Her best friend is a chicken (explained in history)
HISTORY:
Ari gave birth to Cricket in the wilderness, but after her mate abandoned her, she brought her kits to the countryside instead. When Cricket was very, very young (like, she hadn’t even opened her eyes), Ari had to leave to return to the wilderness and hunt. She covered Cricket in straw to make her warm and built up the walls to ensure that she wouldn’t get out, but when she was gone a hen wandered in to lay her eggs. She found the nest that had been made for Cricket and settled down to build her nest. Since she was brooding at the time, when she found Cricket she didn’t drive her away, instead cooing to her like she was her own chick. When Ari came back, she discovered Cricket snuggled halfway under the hen, making small chirpy noises. When Cricket smelled her mother, she quickly wriggled out of the nest (to the dismay of the hen), but when Ari tried to approach the hen she was driven off. The hen didn’t leave, and whenever Ari left the barn she began to come back and find Cricket with the hen. Eventually, the hen’s own chicks hatched and Ari watched with amazement as Cricket was raised alongside them, receiving both a mothering from the black hen and from Ari herself. Soon, it began to show that Cricket’s chirping noises were being taught to her by the hen and actually meant something.
When Cricket was a little older, a few weeks actually, Ari died of fever and the hen became Cricket’s full-time mom. Her name was Ryn, and she had three chicks named Bella, Emmie and Sunflower. Cricket, as she grew older, learned that chickens were actually as smart as cats, despite everything she heard from the other cats she eventually met. When Cricket was 8 months, she spoke her native tongue but was also fluent in the language the barnyard hens spoke. Due to a lack of ability, she only talks to them in chirps instead of clucks, but they can understand her anyways. She’s fiercely protective of the hens and chicks on her farm and keeps them safe from everything. Her mother hen, Ryn, hatched one more batch of babies before dying in the night. Two of her chicks, unable to be kept warm enough, died as well but Cricket found the last one and brought her to a brooding hen without chicks to be raised. The little chick, whose name was Penelope (Penny) grew up following Cricket around all the time. Both are full-grown now but remain good friends. All of the other cats she knows call her crazy (she’s even heard them call her the ‘Chicken Cat’) but she’s perfectly sane and she knows it.
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~In honor of Cricket, the sweetest little hen we have, who might not pull through her illness~
