Wulfgang

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6 years • Male • Feline • Domestic Shorthair • loner
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PERSONALITY |

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Wulfgang is a reserved, kind-hearted cat that would rather think first and act second. He would rather be silent listening to the rain then meander within a crowd. The solitude and quiet bring him comfort, and he’ll find peace any spare moment he’s left with his thoughts. He’s fiercely loyal to those he holds close to him, but keeps himself distant in fear of losing another friend. His separation anxiety is sparsely seen, but wildly potential. He likes to use his mind more then his body, and has great determination to solve most problems that he faces.

Wulf has a genuine care and concern for others. His genuine half-smile, and infectious laugh, are tranquil. His friendly nature has made him a grand amount of comrades, even some canines. His aggression is typically minimal, only ever acting out vocally. If that, he’s never had a mean word or cursed another being. He’s flirty, naturally, and never means to lead on.

His biggest fears always include him in solitude. He’s prone to listening, but has a charming voice and seems to say the right things when needed. His demeanor and sympathy for others makes him a great friend...but terrible fighter.

• likes | Listening to the rain | Companions | Music | Food
• dislikes | Being Alone | Fighting |
• goals | Find a lifelong companion
• fears | Being Alone | Losing someone close
• strengths | Determined | Compassionate | Trustworthy
• weaknesses | Clumsy | Non-Aggressive | Slow Reflexes
• mental disorders | N/A

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Wulfgang is a rather large male, girth wise. His limbs are sturdy and paws average size, as well as tail length. As compared to his rounder stomach, the rest of him appears thinner. Under his layer of fat, his physique is muscular; nor does he tire from exhaustion or breathlessness easily. However, with all the lithe of a cat, his clumsiness prevails. Wulf isn’t as quick in his reactions, and his reflexes are slower then average. His snout, broader then the norm, is tipped with an fitting pink nose. His eyes, typically paler blue, shine brightly as crystals on a sunny day.

Most often his short, white fur is kept clean and tidy right down to his paws. The only variation from white his coat has is his tail, completely covered in black starting at the base, and the patch on the right side of his head going ever so slightly up his ear. There are specks of black on the pads of his digits, but go mostly unnoticed. He’s easily recognizable from a distance, so he thinks.

• height | 9 in
• weight | 12 lbs
• fur colour | White and Black
• eye colour | Blue
• scars | N/A
• noticeable features | Black fur patch on his head.
• physical disorders | N/A

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Bore from a crossing of strays, he had two other siblings. Left to the elements, his mother abandoned the entire litter. He’s unable to recall when the change happened, being young, but the memory of warmth stayed with him. An elder woman took him in, the only surviving kitten, cared for him, and named him. Warmth radiated around her home, food always available and classical music always rang in each room. His enjoyment and bliss was short lived.

Months later, it had been a week that she hadn’t returned, stomach growling, knotting and twisted, Wulfgang scurried around the house in search for food. The old grandfather clock rang at noon everyday, and faithfully Wulf sat on the front windowsill in search for his friend to come home. For hours he sat, laid, stood, and watched but she never showed. Managing to find and tear the bag of cat food, slowly going bad after being laid out in the air, he lived within the home...his home, for a few weeks. This place wasn’t as he remembered though, the food was stale, it grew colder, and the halls were silent. He knew he couldn’t stay there, it worried him, he didn’t know life outside those dusty walls and he was still so young.

One night, before he’d decided on leaving, a crash came. The shattered glass sounded against the empty hardwood floors. Terrified, Wulf laid motionless in fear on the bed. He heard clamor, footsteps, all drawing nearer to the bedroom. With a light creak, the door swayed to the side, and Wulf nearly burrowed himself into the mattress. His body bounced lightly, and he felt two curious eyes gazing at him. “Hello,” the soft voice questioned him. He looked up, fear covering his face. “Hi,” he answered timidly. Excited, the cat had went on with introductions and simple conversation. Kendall was what she went by, and laughed lively when he spoke his. “A cat named wolf,” she chuckled to herself.

She offered to help him, get his bearings as a cat and not a pet. Exhilarated, he accepted. He learned everything he could, from hunting techniques to social interaction. Stealth, and speed alluded him so he relied on intelligence and planning. Kendall would constantly laugh at his clumsiness, but surprised at his determination. Kendall left every now and again, and would stop by his typical roaming areas and find him. Her visits became less frequent, and his separation anxiety built up. One of the last times she visited him, he begged her to stay. She laughed, her jovial laugh, and told him that he had his own path. He never understood what she meant, and thought of it time and again.

Being on his own, he searches for a companion that will never leave him. He would rather see peace over war, and would prefer to attack with words instead of claws or teeth.

• season born | Summer
• place of birth | Hexasol.
• family | N/A
• memorable events | Being taken in | Losing his friend/owner | Meeting Kendall

• link to image of character | www.flickr.com/photos/yousukezan/7035515291

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