Post by Mooch on May 17, 2012 9:37:40 GMT -5
Name: Berlioz
Age: Kitten
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Key/Lock Holder: Rebecca plz!
Brief History: A kitten raised in aristocratic surroundings, the little black kitty spent his days playing with his brother and sister and living the good life. Catnapped by their butler when he was very small, Berlioz met his future stepfather, Thomas O'Malley who helped them get back to Paris. O'Malley was taken in by their master and all was well.
Berlioz received a key and wondered what it was for but was excited he got one and Marie and Toulouse didn't! After rubbing it in their faces, the black kitten took off for the island, even though he didn't want to find what he called 'sissy stuff.'
Sample Post: "Hearts? Sissy stuff." Berlioz, the little black aristocat stood in the corner at the dance, tail swishing behind him. They'd made him wear a bowtie...like Toulouse except his was red. Eeeyuck. He stuck his tongue out at any girl who came near him. Except for when that heart spotted puppy approached.
"Would ye care t'dance?" She asked batting big blue eyes at him. He shrugged and padded behind her.
"Still sissy stuff," he mumbled.
Age: Kitten
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Key/Lock Holder: Rebecca plz!
Brief History: A kitten raised in aristocratic surroundings, the little black kitty spent his days playing with his brother and sister and living the good life. Catnapped by their butler when he was very small, Berlioz met his future stepfather, Thomas O'Malley who helped them get back to Paris. O'Malley was taken in by their master and all was well.
Berlioz received a key and wondered what it was for but was excited he got one and Marie and Toulouse didn't! After rubbing it in their faces, the black kitten took off for the island, even though he didn't want to find what he called 'sissy stuff.'
Sample Post: "Hearts? Sissy stuff." Berlioz, the little black aristocat stood in the corner at the dance, tail swishing behind him. They'd made him wear a bowtie...like Toulouse except his was red. Eeeyuck. He stuck his tongue out at any girl who came near him. Except for when that heart spotted puppy approached.
"Would ye care t'dance?" She asked batting big blue eyes at him. He shrugged and padded behind her.
"Still sissy stuff," he mumbled.
