Name: Aysel (Pronounced like "azelle" in Gazelle, the 'y' is silent ^^)
Age: 2 yrs
Gender: Female
Breed: I don't know ^^;
Clan: N/A
Rank: Loner
Eye color: Soft Blue
Pelt color: Solid Black
Markings: None
Height: 10 inches
Weight: 9 lbs
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Likes: to bird-hunt, taunting other animals, and swimming
Dislikes: Loud noises, seeing other cat families, slimy things (like slugs and fish), and she envies the birds.
Full Personality:Aysel, quite seriously, is lucky that she became a loner. For, even if she was exposed to other cats during her year of solitude, it wouldn't have changed her strange personality. You will hardly hear a mew from this cat, enclosing herself in her own silence most of the time, and if she were to speak her voice would be cracked from mal-use. This she-cat is so used to constantly having to move from place to place that she is unable to sit still. She hates confined places and only tolerating them if they were to shield her from the elements.
In any social-setting, Aysel will immeditaly freeze. She will become awkward, quiet, and very paniky. If she were to be touched by another cat she will immeditaly pull away, giving a little hiss, and retreat. Aysel will never understand why she dispises what she so badly wants, a family, so all she does is convince herself that she hates everyone. Pushing everyone and everything away.
Birth Day: December 14th
Birth Clan: N/A
Family:Father: Marqois- deceased
Mother: Vitani- Alive
Brothers: Ramos- Alive, Sven- Alive
Sister: Renata- deceased
History:Her father was an outdoor cat, but still a kitty pet, and had met her stray mother one day while exploring his backyard domain. Marqois and Vitani later had a litter of four kits, who were born; Ramos, as first, Renata shortly after, then Aysel, and finally Sven. Ramos, Renata, and Aysel resembled both of their parents, Sven being the oddball with a white pelt.
Marqois knew, from observing how his two-leg treated his other pets, that it would not accept him having kits and a mate. So Marqois hid his family away under the house, making a warm nest for his family only feet under the nest of his other family. Here the family lived, happily, for a few months. All was well, Marqois hunted and brought food back for his mate, Vitani fed herself and her children. As they grew, each kit obtained their own personality. Ramos was the dominant older-brother, always bullying his little brother. Renata was a sweetheart, snuggling with just about everyone and everything. They were the model-children of the litter, always being showed love by their parents and constantly being praised....
Now on the other side of the coin, there was Aysel and Sven. The third and fourth children were so frightening to the parents, for they acted so differently than their sweet elder children. Aysel is what the two-legs would call a hypochondriac, one who is constantly complaining of aches and pains which are not there. She flail and hiss and screech at whomever would touch her, distancing herself from her siblings if they went to play. She would constantly be caught staring into deep puddles of water, completely frozen with shock, as if terrified by her own reflection or something. Though, as she grew and became a loner, she dropped these strangenesses.
Sven, the youngest, was strange off the bat. Firstly, his pale coat and eyes scared his parents, constantly giving them the impression that he was sick but also secretly scaring them, for his eyes reminded them of death. The young cat was always picked on by his older brother, constantly being pushed away from his mother so he couldn't feed, or being bullied out of idle play or socializing. Sven, being too small and weak to fight back, took his beatings silently. He would sulk and whatnot, being comforted by his sister Aysel every now and then.
Upon reaching their 9th month, the kits were pretty big and had long before explored the world around them. Though, the more the ventured, the more the two-legs saw them and became curious. Marqoi's two-leg had seen Renata in his tool-shed and, thinking she was a raccoon of some-sort, attacked her with a pitch-fork. The she-cat was backed up into a corner and had suffered fatal wounds, she died after losing much blood.
A full day had passed and the family could not find Renata, they all secretly knew that she might have been with the two-legs, but Marqois would not go. His youngest daughter, however, had no fear of the two-legs and ventured out to find her older-sister. She started off with the shed... And wished she hadn't. Aysel only saw a bloody-clump of fur, but immediately knew it was her sister. She ran off, sobbing, and told her parents. Each cat was terrified, but none spoke. Aysel looked into each face of her family members and couldn't believe what the silence meant... They would do nothing. They would let it be... They would forget. She then pulled into a hatred of such signs of weakness, of their fear. She would not speak with anyone, not even her brother Sven for the rest of their time together.
A few weeks after, a terrible wind tore through the valley which their home was settled in. A tornado, is what the two-legs called it. The house was pulled up above their heads, with each two-leg in it, and torn to pieces right overhead. The family of cats were tossed about like rag dolls, all being thrown into different directions. Aysel was thrown up against a tree and she held on for dear life, luckily the wind had passed before the tree could have been torn out from the ground. Hours after the terrible accident, Aysel made her way back to her nest, her heart already knowing that she was alone now forever. All she found was the debris of the house and a dark spot where the house had once been.
She stayed for a few weeks afterward, just waiting for her family, but no one returned. Aysel finally decided that there was really no one coming back... So she gave up. She made her way back into the forest, where she now lives... All alone.
