Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Dec 21, 2007 22:29:10 GMT -5
yum, yum, eat 'em up Bacon
definately a Male
not your average cat for 14 moons
just my loyalty 186 Willow Lane, his Two-leg house
how cute to be a Kittypet
good enough to eat
We shall begin on Bacon's physical description, from tip to tip. As you can probably guess, he looks like a hot piece of bacon. His paws, colored of light-orange and fiery ginger, are medium-sized and support his muscled legs well. His paws stretch upward into his willowy limbs, banded and striaded with red and orange that bear his muscles straining and rippling under his fur. Bacon's forelegs rise to become his shoulders that then arch into his spine and lengthy ginger tail.
His vermillion and red-blotched neck, collared in black with his name in silver, gracefully into his mostly-cinnabar head. Streaks of rust lead to his ochre muzzle and his nose, colored pink. Bacon's stormy-gray irises lay above his snout, wide and rounded in orange-red striping.
Bacon's pelt (for which he was named) is short and silky, gleaming in any light available. It’s a orangey-red, like bacon. This reddish tone grows more fiery on his stomach and face, seemingly like a flame. Puddles of blood-colored fur spray over Bacon's pelt in patterns like crescent moons or twisting rivers.
not a porker attitude
Bacon takes everything on faith and trust. He's always happy and his attitude is contagious and never suppressed. He can be hyper-active at times but he is always ready to greet a new friend. In times of need, he's always there, no matter the weather or the time. He's friendly and helpful, gracious and loving, kind and content with what he has. He's not the richest or poorest cat, but he does not envy those who have better than what he has. Bacon shows respect to everyone he meets and is extremely playful to all, like a kit. Bacon is always smiling and likes to play games, but he is very empathetic and knows when things have gone too far.
cut up for slaughter
All Bacon really remembers is getting picked out at the pound by a teenager named Chase Macauley for his master's birthday. They took him home when he was only 9 weeks old and named him Bacon because of his bright ginger pelt. It was because of Bacon that Chase really did better in school and sports. It was like Bacon was his mascot. He's only lived at his Twoleg house for almost a year now and has made many friends on his block.
However, what Bacon doesn't remember is the fact that his mom, Mollie, gave birth to him in an alley. However, Mollie was a stray and they both were caught. Mollie was adopted right away, but Bacon was in the pound for a couple weeks before Chase came by and adopted him, giving him his vaccines and stuff.
beggin' strips
Mollie: mother
Chase: owner
edible...not really Poison tears crash down
definately a Male
not your average cat for 14 moons
just my loyalty 186 Willow Lane, his Two-leg house
how cute to be a Kittypet
good enough to eat
We shall begin on Bacon's physical description, from tip to tip. As you can probably guess, he looks like a hot piece of bacon. His paws, colored of light-orange and fiery ginger, are medium-sized and support his muscled legs well. His paws stretch upward into his willowy limbs, banded and striaded with red and orange that bear his muscles straining and rippling under his fur. Bacon's forelegs rise to become his shoulders that then arch into his spine and lengthy ginger tail.
His vermillion and red-blotched neck, collared in black with his name in silver, gracefully into his mostly-cinnabar head. Streaks of rust lead to his ochre muzzle and his nose, colored pink. Bacon's stormy-gray irises lay above his snout, wide and rounded in orange-red striping.
Bacon's pelt (for which he was named) is short and silky, gleaming in any light available. It’s a orangey-red, like bacon. This reddish tone grows more fiery on his stomach and face, seemingly like a flame. Puddles of blood-colored fur spray over Bacon's pelt in patterns like crescent moons or twisting rivers.
not a porker attitude
Bacon takes everything on faith and trust. He's always happy and his attitude is contagious and never suppressed. He can be hyper-active at times but he is always ready to greet a new friend. In times of need, he's always there, no matter the weather or the time. He's friendly and helpful, gracious and loving, kind and content with what he has. He's not the richest or poorest cat, but he does not envy those who have better than what he has. Bacon shows respect to everyone he meets and is extremely playful to all, like a kit. Bacon is always smiling and likes to play games, but he is very empathetic and knows when things have gone too far.
cut up for slaughter
All Bacon really remembers is getting picked out at the pound by a teenager named Chase Macauley for his master's birthday. They took him home when he was only 9 weeks old and named him Bacon because of his bright ginger pelt. It was because of Bacon that Chase really did better in school and sports. It was like Bacon was his mascot. He's only lived at his Twoleg house for almost a year now and has made many friends on his block.
However, what Bacon doesn't remember is the fact that his mom, Mollie, gave birth to him in an alley. However, Mollie was a stray and they both were caught. Mollie was adopted right away, but Bacon was in the pound for a couple weeks before Chase came by and adopted him, giving him his vaccines and stuff.
beggin' strips
Mollie: mother
Chase: owner
edible...not really Poison tears crash down
