Calliope

[Tabby]

NAME: Calliope (she goes by Cal or Callie; Call her Calliope and she bites your nose off)
GENDER: Female
AGE: 1.5 years
RESIDENCE: City
APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR:Dusty brown
MARKINGS: Brown tabby stripes
PELT LENGTH: Medium
EYE COLOR: Amber
BUILD: Slim
OTHER: N/a

PERSONALITY:

Callie is the kind of city cat you don’t want to mess with. She’s got a rude streak a mile wide and isn’t afraid to show it. If you get in her way, she’ll either push you out of the way physically or she’ll knock you over with her sharp tongue. If she’s feeling particularly polite, she might just give you the choice between the two, but it usually doesn’t matter what you pick because she chooses verbal assault over physical. She’s pretty, and she knows it, but she’s never really been interested in tomcats—or she-cats, for the record. She’s a solitary kitty, preferring to walk the streets alone at night and sleep under dumpsters during the day. Callie has absolutely no interest in making friends or being social at all.
Unlike a lot of cats who act rude or sharp to protect their soft underbellies, Callie has nothing to hide and there’s truly nothing soft about her besides her fur. She’s harsh, not afraid to say what she thinks, and a fighter to her last breath.

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Autumn- Tortoiseshell she-cat (deceased)
FATHER:Nolan- Dark brown tom with amber eyes
SIBLINGS: None
CRUSH/MATE: Doesn’t intend to have one
OTHER: N/a

HISTORY:

Autumn, Callie’s mother, never wanted kits. Her pregnancy was an accident, and Nolan only stayed with her because he felt responsible and Autumn guilted him into it. So he became her “mate” and took care of her while she was pregnant. Autumn had five kits, three she-cats and two toms. All but one died. Nolan wished she had died as well and that one of his sons had lived, but Autumn, despite not wanting kits, named her remaining daughter Calliope. Nolan despised this very feminine name, adapting the nickname ‘Cal’ for her when she was little. Callie, as Autumn called her, was a very sullen kit. She didn’t talk much, didn’t smile, never learned manners despite Autumn’s pleading, scolding and punishing. Every time-out, every harsh word just made Callie and Autumn grow further apart. Meanwhile, Nolan, delighted with the tomboyish she-cat Cal was becoming, began to teach her hunting and fighting. He secretly agreed with Autumn that Callie’s lack of manners was even a bit too much for him, but Callie liked him, so he was all right with it. By the time Autumn died of infection when Callie was 6 months old, both father and daughter had distanced themselves from her to the point where Callie didn’t even care when she learned of her mother’s death. She and Nolan lived together in a broken-down apartment until one day, Nolan was captured by humans. Callie missed him but it taught her that you can never be close to any cat because it makes it harder when they die. So Callie decided she didn’t need friends or family to do well on her own.

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[Silver ❤]

ACCEPTED !

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