silence is what breaks heart...

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OTTO

SPECIES:
Cat (Felis Catus)

GENDER:
Male[glow=black,2,300]♂[/glow]

DATE OF CREATION:
November 14th 2011

AGE:
Fourteen Moons

ALLIANCE:
None, Loner

PICTURE:


APPEARANCE:
Even from a distance, it is not hard to tell that Otto is a loner. It may be his sleekly groomed, long and silky fur, something a clan cat would never bother with. Or it could be his unusual markings, found mostly only in kittypets that have been bred for their pelt. It may be his stance, more relaxed than a clan cat's. Whichever one of these reasons it is, the statement still remains, he is a loner.

For Otto is a calico, a breed rarely found in toms, but then, Otto is not exactly your usual cat. His fur is speckled with scattered splotches of fawn and black, a unique pattern that streches across Otto's back. On his underbelly are deep red scars, something Otto avoids memtioning. His pelt is long, long and delicate, like velvet. No, like a exquisite, feathery rug coating him from head to toe. Otto's eyes are a deep shade of green, viridian almost, with tints of peacock green and olive green. Those eyes are deep pools of emotion, emotion that displays his true feelings, however hard he endeavours to hide it.

Otto's build is slender and delicate, but still astonishingly strong and tough. He is a little taller than the average cat which, along with his beauty, creates a awed silence, wherever he goes.

PERSONALITY:
One of the first things you'll notice about Otto is his intelligence. He is deeply clever with a developed understanding of the world and may things beyond other cat's belief. Of course, such a high level of intelligence always ends up being you one downfall. As his mother used to say: 'You're so sharp, someday you're going to cut yourself.' Otto always regarded this a rather sinister old wives tale, but as he has grown older and wiser he realises that there is some truth in those words.

The gift of intelligence is often accompanied by that of social awkwardness, this is certainely the case for Otto. He much prefers thinking than talking and conversations with him are always rather one sided. However, he is a amiable companion, knows when to keep his mouth shut and nod along in silent agreement. Or when to appear to be listening careful and make sympathetic noises in exactly the right places.

But that's just the kind of cat Otto is. He's considerate, more than most, and has a greater understanding of others feelings. He is a kind cat, if a little condesending at times. But that is just a result of his knowledge and love of the truth. For that it not his worst trait, not by a long way, no his worst one is his narcissism which, though slight, is there, nonetheless.

HISTORY:
On a stormy night during mid May a scream pierced the air, slicing it apart. A litter had been born to two kittypets, Otto and his siblings. Otto was born a kittypet in a litter of four. He was the runt of the litter but adored by both his parents who were also kittypets. However, Otto was never close to his siblings, quite the opposite in fact. They were jealous of him being favoured by their parents and enjoyed taunting and teasing him mercilessly until he grew to despise them. He never told his parents about this and as his temper worsened as a result of the hurt they began to shun him. As a kit he lived in the city and was a kittypet until abandoned by his owners who had begun to notice how his family despised him and decided that it would be kinder to release him. So they flung that traumatised kit onto the streets, where he has lived ever since, wandering the lonely road of freedom.

He learnt many things in those short years, years that seemed to last for eternity. His wisdom came from the many cats he met on those wanderings. All his acquaintances, for do not decieve yourself, Otto made no friends. Life was harsh for him, for such a young cat barely out of kithood. It wasn't fair, but when is life ever fair?

At six moons old Otto traveled to the forest, in search of a fresh start, somewhere no one knew his name. He taught himself to hunt, and in those few moons Otto was, for the first time in his miserable life, truly content. He searched the forest for other cats. He stayed with many groups but always moved on, deciding clan life was not right for him. The prey was fair and he lived no where, had no home. It was thr perfect life. But, of course, nothing lasts. He fell ill one night, though he could not identify the cause. He was wracked with a terrible fever, dellusional and hallucinating. Somehow he managed to pull through, but only just. One night, in hysteria cause by the fever, he tore his claws down his pelt, leaving deep scars on his underbelly. The fur has not and will never grow over those deep wounds. He will forever be reminded of what he did to himself that night. He made a slow recovery from that terrible illness so overwhelming it almost drove him insane, almost. In those hours of agony Otto was at his wisest and those moments will stay with him, haunt him, forevermore.

As he reached thirteen moons his wisdom became evident. He would spend long hours gazing up, into the misty sky far away, into nothingness. Otto's character became more mature and developed along with his general attitude towards life. Otto was never like the other cats, but as moons past this had become more apparent, was he different from the others, an oddity. He stopped visiting tribes as they slowly began to shun him, just like his family and then his owners had done. It was the worst years of his life, all over again. After this, life grew harder for Otto, he now provided for himself completely. Relying on nothing and no one. His socially awkward behaviour grew until he began to develop a mild fear of socialising. This has caused many difficulties and Otto is often ridiculed for his peculiarities. To say he does not mind would be a lie, for he does. Otto minds deeply and wishes often that he was normal. That he had a loving family and a true home. That is not to say that he is not content with his life as a loner, he is, generally. But sometimes he just wants to be the same. However, that is not to be. Otto remains solitary, avoiding cats as much as possible. Somehow, he feels excluded, unwanted if you like. It's pathetic really, the life this miserable cat leads, but in many ways it is better than the life he led before and, as always, for that Otto is truly grateful. To pass the lonely days Otto will spend a great deal of time trying to gather as much information from the surrounding area in his current spot. For Otto believes that should any cats ever be in need of help he shall be able to aid them and supply them with valuable information. Maybe, just maybe, he could be right.