Name: (We all know a cat has three names, one of which is secret, so I am only posting two of them..) Everyday Name: Felicity - Particular Name: Boruffle

Gender: Queen

Age: Adolescent

Tribe: Jellicle

Relationships: No mate. She doesn’t really have any close ‘friends’, but likes to stick close to Munkustrap or Old Deuteronomy as she feels safer near them.

Appearance: A rather small, lean creature; perhaps could be called scrawny. Her fur is predominantly a dull silver-grey colour with a soft white underbelly and a white ‘sock’ on her left back paw. On her right back paw is a black sock marking, and her front right paw is white up to the joint. Halfway along her tail raccoon-like markings begin; alternating white and dark grey rings. Her eyes are a regular dark yellow with a hint of green around the pupil. Her muzzle is white and there are black splodgey markings around both eyes, the left one spreads up to her ear as well. Her inner ears are white and light grey. She wears a plain, battered black leather collar with no tag.

Picture: Coming soon, I hope ^^;

Personality: Boruffle is a shy little thing. She is easily startled, and prefers to stay around those she knows well and trusts. She doesn’t trust many, and is always wary of strangers and new acquaintances. She’s fine with mostly all the Jellicles, but gets nervous at anything suspicious. However, once she has warmed up to someone she is sweet, doing her best to please and staying loyal to the end. She hates to be alone, and often trails after other cats or hides around groups in the shadows to avoid any trace of spotlight. Unlike most of the females her age, she does not have a crush on Tugger, neither does she spend her time stalking/worshiping him.

Faults: She is very shy (as mentioned above) and tricky to talk to. Due to lack of self confidence she is practically incapable of sticking up for herself and physical fighting is definitely not a strong point. She’s always nervous and jumpy, constantly looking over her shoulder. She doesn’t communicate much and finds it hard to talk to other cats. Also, she thinks nothing of herself – she believes she is worthless.

History: Boruffle’s mother was a stray, and she grew up on the streets with her mother and two brothers. One night when she was sent out to scavenge for food, she stumbled upon the Junkyard. She never looked back, although she is still trying to figure out why she was accepted into the tribe.

Sample Post: Boruffle scuttled through the shadows in an almost mouse-like way, thin trembling body pressed close to the ground. Her fur was getting dirty; she needed to wash. She was scavenging, snuffling around for any scrap of nourishment that might’ve been carelessly left lying around. Though that was unlikely; Macavity’s cats never ever left food. After skirting the Junkyard perimeter and finding nothing – as she’d expected – she gave up with a soft breath of a sigh and dragged herself off to attempt some much-needed rest at the Oven or the Heap. Neither was particularly comfortable, but she’d hate to sleep out in the open where she could be seen by other cats.
Her paws ached, and she was still starving when she reached the Oven. It was closer than the Heap, that was all. Crawling inside, she curled up as far as possible from everyone else and shut her eyes tight.