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UPDATED 05.21.2013
Added scars

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Name : Sorrel (Soar - al)

Kit name : Spirit

Gender : Male ; tom

Breed : Somali -Egyptian Mau (bronze) mix

Age : Twenty-four moons / two years

Tribe : Air Tribe

Tattoo : Green-Air

Rank : Guard

Ability : Secondary

Soulbond : N/A

Apprentice/Mentor : N/A

Skills : Topspeed | Accelerator 1 | Accelerator 2 | Awareness | Accelerator 3 | Windfield | Bunnyhop 1

Physique :
Sorrel is rather tall mostly due to his unusually long legs. His back legs are slightly longer than his front ones, a characteristic of Egyptian Mau's that enables them to be quick and light on their paws. His build is on the thinner side, giving him a very lithe and agile frame. Due to his lack of bulk, he is easily overpowered with brute strength, but makes up for it with his speed. Due to his longer back legs, he often will land on them after a jump as opposed to his front legs, making him a somewhat clumsy jumper. Also, when he walks he appears to have a 'skip' in his step.

As for his coat, most of it's coloring comes from the Somali in him. His fur is thick and fluffy, especially along his back, tail, and chest. The fur along his legs and stomach is shorter, although still as thick. Overall he has a 'plushy' and soft texture, which makes his coat susceptible to picking up dirt and debris. However, his ruddy coloring and his 'ticked' pelt make it almost impossible to discern just how filthy his fur can become until closer inspection.

His eyes are a bright teal. Depending on his mood, they will change to a darker or lighter shade - another characteristic of Egyptian Maus. When agitated, they tend to become a darker blue, whereas if he is pleased about something they will be closer to a green color. Mostly though, they remain their usual teal color.

Accessories : Two small gauges on his inner left ear

Scars :

1) Two tears at the back of his scruff, slightly over his Air Tribe tattoo given to him by the Green-Light, Aeiro

Personality : Eager | Overconfident | Shallow | Loyal | Carefree

Eager : Friendly and outgoing, Sorrel is quick to meet new cats, try new things, and is always up for just about everything. He is constantly running around, eager to pack as much into one day as he possibly can. The young tom seems to have a never ceasing amount of energy about him. He is easily approached and thinks of himself as a 'social butterfly'. He is quick to consider someone a friend, even if they only briefly met, and will drag them on as many adventures as he can manage. His eager attitude makes him a natural born leader. On the downside, his need to constantly be on the move can really wear out other cats and even get on their nerves. However, Sorrel isn't one to care much about what other cats think of him and will just as quickly make another friend to drag around.

Overconfident : Sorrel is under the impression that he's the best of the best. He dislikes losing above all else and will push himself to any lengths just to come out on top. Once he learns how to do something, he keeps going at it until he's satisfied - and he's only satisfied when it's absolutely perfect. As a result, he's a perfectionist with near everything he does, which makes him very frustrated the majority of the time when things aren't working out for him. However, due to his own arrogance, he's always confident that he can improve and become the best. Despite setbacks he may have, he keeps trying because he knows he can succeed. After all, he's "the best of the best", why shouldn't he succeed?

Strangely enough, his over confidence in himself makes him a major flirt. If there's a she-cat in the vicinity, you can count on him attempting to show off or charm her in any which way. He doesn't really care if there are other toms around or if a she-cat has a mate, he'll give it a shot anyways, making him rather unpopular with the males. Not that he cares of course, for despite his love of adventure, he's always found he prefers a female companion on his dangerous escapades. Males may be more capable, but to him, they're poor company.

Shallow : Sorrel is quick to make friends, and even quicker to replace them. Since he is so outgoing and eager, he is never worried about keeping friends close - he can just as easily find someone else to hang out with. As a result, arguments or fights with a friend don't really phase him since he can shrug it off easily and merely find someone else to hang out with. He rarely gets too attached to friends.

Loyal : Despite being naturally shallow, Sorrel is extremely loyal when he does get attached to someone. He likes to keep them close and safe at all costs - although this won't stop him from taking them on dangerous adventures. Although it is quite rare for him find a close friend, he actually enjoys having others close to him since he dislikes being alone. Mostly however, Sorrel saves his loyalty for those he respects. Usually these are leaders or figureheads that he looks up to and strives to be like.

Carefree : Above all else, Sorrel is your typical young, carefree tom. He likes to romp around, play, and explore, usually putting his "adventures" above work. As a kit he was known for weaseling out of chores and whatnot just so he could explore and go enjoy the day. He's somewhat lazy when it comes to doing things he doesn't want to, especially if he deems them pointless. Despite his ambition and eagerness to be at the top, this tom will only actually do something productive if he sees the benefits in it for himself. He'd rather be running around in the sunshine than stuck doing something tedious.

Backstory :

[ Kithood ]

As a kit, Sorrel was known as Spirit. His mother named him for his near infinite amount of energy and seemingly endless amount of curiosity. He was the first of his litter to stray away from his mother, who often wasn't even sure where he went until he returned. He caused her quite a lot of worry, much to his ignorance, but staying near her with his siblings was far too boring for him. He wanted to get out in the real world. He would often practice his hunting skills when he was out by himself, although without his father around, he was never formally taught. Occasionally he was successful in bringing back a mouse or two though. His speed usually saved him despite his poor stalking skills. As he grew older, his mother began to teach all her kits how to hunt and survive, but the lessons moved far too slow for Spirit. He was constantly itching to learn more and more, but all too often he was reprimanded by his mother for not taking the lessons seriously. Most of the time he would sneak away from them, bored after the first few minutes. Over time, he became a master with directions and knowing his surroundings from going off on his own. Not that he really noticed his amazing sense of direction - he merely just wanted to be able to get back home to avoid being in trouble.

[ The First Return to the Tribes ]

Spirit was still rather young when the first Exiles returned to the tribes. At barely a year old, he didn't quite understand it, but the fact that cats were leaving and going back to a strange new land intrigued the young tom. He was eager to join them and even begged his mother, but she refused. Although she, too, was an Exile, she felt nothing for the tribes and was quite resentful of them. She blamed them for her hard life in the North, living on her own with merely her kits and struggling to provide for them. As a result, Spirit knew nothing of the tribes or the spirits. He only saw the returning Exiles as going on an adventure as opposed to starting a new life back in the tribes. Despite her bitterness towards tribe cats, Spirit's mother couldn't help but notice the signs of a black tattoo across her son's back. She knew he was destined to be a tribe cat, but said nothing to him. She refused to give up any of her kits to the cats who started a pointless war.

[ The Migration to the New Land ]

Spirit had near forgotten about the Exiles who left to go on an "adventure" when suddenly it seemed they were all coming back - but they weren't alone. New cats, strange ones with odd markings, had come. And what was weirder, the former Exiles had the strange markings, too. Spirit had seen them, trekking through the harsh Winter wind and snow, separating into groups and settling into their respective tribes. Not that he knew they were tribes - he merely assumed they were families at the time. It seemed strange to him, never having seen anything like it, but his mother would dissuade him from thinking about them.

"They're strange cats - dangerous even," she would tell him. But it only made him all the more curious. He even noticed some of the other Exiles returning to these strange groups.

It wasn't long for Spirit's curiosity to get the better of him. He was eighteen moons now, wasn't that old enough to make his own decisions? Ignoring his mother's wishes, he left her for the tribes. She longed to go after him and bring him back, but her hatred of the tribes made her hesitate. The fact that they were taking her son away from her only made her even more resentful towards them. Taking the rest of her kits, she disappeared further North, away from the tribes. As Spirit reached them, eager and excited, he quickly learned that what he thought were families were actually tribes - tribes with odd tattoos and strange powers. He didn't understand much of it, and understood even less about the "spirits" they spoke of, but he didn't care much. To him, it was something new and exciting, and he wanted to be part of it. It wasn't long before the black mark on his back began to fade into a bright green and he was placed among the Air Tribe, given a new name and what was referred to as "Secondary Abilities" - not that he had any idea what that all meant. All he knew was that he was Sorrel now, and he was in for an adventure and a new life.

Family :
Father : Unknown ; assumed dead
Mother : Massa ; Exile
Brother(s) : Tread ; Exile
Sister(s) : Wisp ; Exile | Willow ; Exile

Relationships : Sorrel's Heartchart

Tumblr : Ask Sorrel!

Roleplay example taken from a private RP with Sooka & Seraphiel :

The young she-cat grimaced at her wet paws as she padded through Water Tribe's camp. With the sudden approach of Spring, the warmer weather drove out the overcast skies, replacing them with warm breezes and bright sunshine. Unfortunately, the last of the Winter snow and ice was quick to melt, causing the river surrounding the camp to engulf half the place. As a result, many of the cats, Sooka included, tended to vacate the place during the day.

Lucky there are no kits in the camp...or it'd be even more of hassle, she found herself thinking, thankful that the youngest member of their tribe was at least old enough to take care of himself. He was one of Nobuo and the Silver-Fire's kits - a lookalike of his father.

The dappled she-cat padded onward, away from her water-logged camp. Not that it mattered much where she went since it seemed everywhere the ground was still soaked through and thoroughly muddy. She followed the river, heading towards the end of her tribe's territory, hoping that beyond their boarders perhaps things were a bit drier downstream although she doubted it. Maybe I'll head to the rocks by the river...they should be high enough to still be above the water, she thought hopefully, still trotting alongside the bank. It wasn't long before the looming stones and the tree trunk lodged between them came into view. It was just outside of the Water Tribe's scent markers, and often Sooka had come by it while on patrol. Although this time, there was another sitting atop the bridge. The she-cat pricked her ears hopefully, wondering if it was perhaps a friend. Ever since the move to the new lands, she hadn't once come across any of her old friends in the neutral territory, and not seeing one in particular had been leaving her rather gloomy these days.

I wonder if he's forgotten about me, she wondered, her mind once again back to the Green-Air she had met moons ago in the Rabbit's Forest. A small smile flickered across her maw as she recalled the time they spent in the woods, hunting and bird watching. It's been ages since then. A glance at her tattoo, which was once pink and orange when she met the tom told it had been too long. It no longer had its adolescence hue. Instead, she bore the orange mark of an adult - albeit a young one.

Lost in her thoughts, the she-cat hadn't been watching where she was going. It wasn't until striped paws met chilly water that she came back into reality, but by then it was far too late. Too caught up in thinking about her closest friend, whose tribe was no longer so conveniently next to hers, the spotted feline had walked herself straight passed the bridge and into the river. Luckily it was a short fall from the bank and the waters here were shallow, but it didn't change the fact they they were incredibly cold. With a sudden yowl of surprise and distress, the she-cat sprang out of the freezing water up onto the high rocks of the bridge, nearly slipping on the slippery surface with her wet paws. The second she caught her breath, the she-cat froze; she was not alone on the bridge. Large white paws stood in front of her. Her amber eyes slowly glanced upward, her body crouched low to the stone and her claws unsheathing. However, almost immediately she sheathed them again, her expression changing rapidly from one of fear to one of disbelief.

"S-Seraph...iel?" Sooka choked out, unsure whether she hit her head on something or not. He couldn't be here...he wouldn't be here - it was so far from Air Tribe territory. But there was no mistaking the dark tabby fur and plump tail of the tom in front of her. The green Air Tribe tattoo spread across his shoulders confirmed it, as well as the piercing in his ear. Sooka's amber eyes locked onto it, taking in the familiar silver ball that had once been her own. She had given it to the tom as a sign of friendship, and as a promise to find him again in the new land.

Still frozen from a combination of shock and the cold water, Sooka could only stare at him, unable to believe it was him. After all, they had been in the new territory for a while now, and she hadn't even caught the slightest glimpse of him. Occasionally she had thought she caught his scent on the wind, but she had long since given up on believing he was close. She thought she was merely inventing things in her mind out of a desire to see him.

"W-what're you doing here?" she suddenly blurted out, coming to her senses. She stumbled to her feet, moving closer and sitting on her haunches in front of him. "You're so far from Air Tribe...B-but why?"

Featured in :
Chibi WandaXSorrel
Air Tribe Headshots
Acris Hypokits
Akarui Hyokits
Mud Fight
Akarui's TGB Meme
'Sokka'
Cats Remembered : Part 2
Half of TGB
Tuari Hypokits
Sorrida

Roleplays :
A Day for the Flowers - Sorrel & Akarui "Aka"
A Parting of Ways - Sorrel & Akarui "Aka"
Springtime Adventures - Sorrel & Akida

Assignments : N/A

Fun facts :
Egyptian Maus' eye color actually does change upon mood. The change isn't dramatic and is rather subtle, but is a noticeable feature. Most Maus have greenish to aqua eyes. The color will change to more greenish-yellow or to a darker blue color depending on what mood the cat is in.

Somali cats are simply long-haired Abyssinian cats. Both breeds are very active and energetic. They're also talkative and enjoy socializing. Sorrel was given personality traits mostly to compliment the Somali in him. His appearance and physique however, were derived from the Egyptian Mau in him. Maus are built lean and strong, but are more speedy cats than strong ones. They're the fastest house cat around, reaching about to 36 miles per hour (58 km/hr).

Sorrel & Co. (c) ~ShhItsDark #The-Golden-Butterfly (c) *Tzurai & ~Atalae

Description
NEW REFF

UPDATED 05.21.2013
Added scars

Note RP : Available
Skype RP (username -- ShhItsDark) : Available
Chat RP : Ask for Availability

Name : Sorrel (Soar - al)

Kit name : Spirit

Gender : Male ; tom

Breed : Somali -Egyptian Mau (bronze) mix

Age : Twenty-four moons / two years

Tribe : Air Tribe

Tattoo : Green-Air

Rank : Guard

Ability : Secondary

Soulbond : N/A

Apprentice/Mentor : N/A

Skills : Topspeed | Accelerator 1 | Accelerator 2 | Awareness | Accelerator 3 | Windfield | Bunnyhop 1

Physique :
Sorrel is rather tall mostly due to his unusually long legs. His back legs are slightly longer than his front ones, a characteristic of Egyptian Mau's that enables them to be quick and light on their paws. His build is on the thinner side, giving him a very lithe and agile frame. Due to his lack of bulk, he is easily overpowered with brute strength, but makes up for it with his speed. Due to his longer back legs, he often will land on them after a jump as opposed to his front legs, making him a somewhat clumsy jumper. Also, when he walks he appears to have a 'skip' in his step.

As for his coat, most of it's coloring comes from the Somali in him. His fur is thick and fluffy, especially along his back, tail, and chest. The fur along his legs and stomach is shorter, although still as thick. Overall he has a 'plushy' and soft texture, which makes his coat susceptible to picking up dirt and debris. However, his ruddy coloring and his 'ticked' pelt make it almost impossible to discern just how filthy his fur can become until closer inspection.

His eyes are a bright teal. Depending on his mood, they will change to a darker or lighter shade - another characteristic of Egyptian Maus. When agitated, they tend to become a darker blue, whereas if he is pleased about something they will be closer to a green color. Mostly though, they remain their usual teal color.

Accessories : Two small gauges on his inner left ear

Scars :

1) Two tears at the back of his scruff, slightly over his Air Tribe tattoo given to him by the Green-Light, Aeiro

Personality : Eager | Overconfident | Shallow | Loyal | Carefree

Eager : Friendly and outgoing, Sorrel is quick to meet new cats, try new things, and is always up for just about everything. He is constantly running around, eager to pack as much into one day as he possibly can. The young tom seems to have a never ceasing amount of energy about him. He is easily approached and thinks of himself as a 'social butterfly'. He is quick to consider someone a friend, even if they only briefly met, and will drag them on as many adventures as he can manage. His eager attitude makes him a natural born leader. On the downside, his need to constantly be on the move can really wear out other cats and even get on their nerves. However, Sorrel isn't one to care much about what other cats think of him and will just as quickly make another friend to drag around.

Overconfident : Sorrel is under the impression that he's the best of the best. He dislikes losing above all else and will push himself to any lengths just to come out on top. Once he learns how to do something, he keeps going at it until he's satisfied - and he's only satisfied when it's absolutely perfect. As a result, he's a perfectionist with near everything he does, which makes him very frustrated the majority of the time when things aren't working out for him. However, due to his own arrogance, he's always confident that he can improve and become the best. Despite setbacks he may have, he keeps trying because he knows he can succeed. After all, he's "the best of the best", why shouldn't he succeed?

Strangely enough, his over confidence in himself makes him a major flirt. If there's a she-cat in the vicinity, you can count on him attempting to show off or charm her in any which way. He doesn't really care if there are other toms around or if a she-cat has a mate, he'll give it a shot anyways, making him rather unpopular with the males. Not that he cares of course, for despite his love of adventure, he's always found he prefers a female companion on his dangerous escapades. Males may be more capable, but to him, they're poor company.

Shallow : Sorrel is quick to make friends, and even quicker to replace them. Since he is so outgoing and eager, he is never worried about keeping friends close - he can just as easily find someone else to hang out with. As a result, arguments or fights with a friend don't really phase him since he can shrug it off easily and merely find someone else to hang out with. He rarely gets too attached to friends.

Loyal : Despite being naturally shallow, Sorrel is extremely loyal when he does get attached to someone. He likes to keep them close and safe at all costs - although this won't stop him from taking them on dangerous adventures. Although it is quite rare for him find a close friend, he actually enjoys having others close to him since he dislikes being alone. Mostly however, Sorrel saves his loyalty for those he respects. Usually these are leaders or figureheads that he looks up to and strives to be like.

Carefree : Above all else, Sorrel is your typical young, carefree tom. He likes to romp around, play, and explore, usually putting his "adventures" above work. As a kit he was known for weaseling out of chores and whatnot just so he could explore and go enjoy the day. He's somewhat lazy when it comes to doing things he doesn't want to, especially if he deems them pointless. Despite his ambition and eagerness to be at the top, this tom will only actually do something productive if he sees the benefits in it for himself. He'd rather be running around in the sunshine than stuck doing something tedious.

Backstory :

[ Kithood ]

As a kit, Sorrel was known as Spirit. His mother named him for his near infinite amount of energy and seemingly endless amount of curiosity. He was the first of his litter to stray away from his mother, who often wasn't even sure where he went until he returned. He caused her quite a lot of worry, much to his ignorance, but staying near her with his siblings was far too boring for him. He wanted to get out in the real world. He would often practice his hunting skills when he was out by himself, although without his father around, he was never formally taught. Occasionally he was successful in bringing back a mouse or two though. His speed usually saved him despite his poor stalking skills. As he grew older, his mother began to teach all her kits how to hunt and survive, but the lessons moved far too slow for Spirit. He was constantly itching to learn more and more, but all too often he was reprimanded by his mother for not taking the lessons seriously. Most of the time he would sneak away from them, bored after the first few minutes. Over time, he became a master with directions and knowing his surroundings from going off on his own. Not that he really noticed his amazing sense of direction - he merely just wanted to be able to get back home to avoid being in trouble.

[ The First Return to the Tribes ]

Spirit was still rather young when the first Exiles returned to the tribes. At barely a year old, he didn't quite understand it, but the fact that cats were leaving and going back to a strange new land intrigued the young tom. He was eager to join them and even begged his mother, but she refused. Although she, too, was an Exile, she felt nothing for the tribes and was quite resentful of them. She blamed them for her hard life in the North, living on her own with merely her kits and struggling to provide for them. As a result, Spirit knew nothing of the tribes or the spirits. He only saw the returning Exiles as going on an adventure as opposed to starting a new life back in the tribes. Despite her bitterness towards tribe cats, Spirit's mother couldn't help but notice the signs of a black tattoo across her son's back. She knew he was destined to be a tribe cat, but said nothing to him. She refused to give up any of her kits to the cats who started a pointless war.

[ The Migration to the New Land ]

Spirit had near forgotten about the Exiles who left to go on an "adventure" when suddenly it seemed they were all coming back - but they weren't alone. New cats, strange ones with odd markings, had come. And what was weirder, the former Exiles had the strange markings, too. Spirit had seen them, trekking through the harsh Winter wind and snow, separating into groups and settling into their respective tribes. Not that he knew they were tribes - he merely assumed they were families at the time. It seemed strange to him, never having seen anything like it, but his mother would dissuade him from thinking about them.

"They're strange cats - dangerous even," she would tell him. But it only made him all the more curious. He even noticed some of the other Exiles returning to these strange groups.

It wasn't long for Spirit's curiosity to get the better of him. He was eighteen moons now, wasn't that old enough to make his own decisions? Ignoring his mother's wishes, he left her for the tribes. She longed to go after him and bring him back, but her hatred of the tribes made her hesitate. The fact that they were taking her son away from her only made her even more resentful towards them. Taking the rest of her kits, she disappeared further North, away from the tribes. As Spirit reached them, eager and excited, he quickly learned that what he thought were families were actually tribes - tribes with odd tattoos and strange powers. He didn't understand much of it, and understood even less about the "spirits" they spoke of, but he didn't care much. To him, it was something new and exciting, and he wanted to be part of it. It wasn't long before the black mark on his back began to fade into a bright green and he was placed among the Air Tribe, given a new name and what was referred to as "Secondary Abilities" - not that he had any idea what that all meant. All he knew was that he was Sorrel now, and he was in for an adventure and a new life.

Family :
Father : Unknown ; assumed dead
Mother : Massa ; Exile
Brother(s) : Tread ; Exile
Sister(s) : Wisp ; Exile | Willow ; Exile

Relationships : Sorrel's Heartchart

Tumblr : Ask Sorrel!

Roleplay example taken from a private RP with Sooka & Seraphiel :

The young she-cat grimaced at her wet paws as she padded through Water Tribe's camp. With the sudden approach of Spring, the warmer weather drove out the overcast skies, replacing them with warm breezes and bright sunshine. Unfortunately, the last of the Winter snow and ice was quick to melt, causing the river surrounding the camp to engulf half the place. As a result, many of the cats, Sooka included, tended to vacate the place during the day.

Lucky there are no kits in the camp...or it'd be even more of hassle, she found herself thinking, thankful that the youngest member of their tribe was at least old enough to take care of himself. He was one of Nobuo and the Silver-Fire's kits - a lookalike of his father.

The dappled she-cat padded onward, away from her water-logged camp. Not that it mattered much where she went since it seemed everywhere the ground was still soaked through and thoroughly muddy. She followed the river, heading towards the end of her tribe's territory, hoping that beyond their boarders perhaps things were a bit drier downstream although she doubted it. Maybe I'll head to the rocks by the river...they should be high enough to still be above the water, she thought hopefully, still trotting alongside the bank. It wasn't long before the looming stones and the tree trunk lodged between them came into view. It was just outside of the Water Tribe's scent markers, and often Sooka had come by it while on patrol. Although this time, there was another sitting atop the bridge. The she-cat pricked her ears hopefully, wondering if it was perhaps a friend. Ever since the move to the new lands, she hadn't once come across any of her old friends in the neutral territory, and not seeing one in particular had been leaving her rather gloomy these days.

I wonder if he's forgotten about me, she wondered, her mind once again back to the Green-Air she had met moons ago in the Rabbit's Forest. A small smile flickered across her maw as she recalled the time they spent in the woods, hunting and bird watching. It's been ages since then. A glance at her tattoo, which was once pink and orange when she met the tom told it had been too long. It no longer had its adolescence hue. Instead, she bore the orange mark of an adult - albeit a young one.

Lost in her thoughts, the she-cat hadn't been watching where she was going. It wasn't until striped paws met chilly water that she came back into reality, but by then it was far too late. Too caught up in thinking about her closest friend, whose tribe was no longer so conveniently next to hers, the spotted feline had walked herself straight passed the bridge and into the river. Luckily it was a short fall from the bank and the waters here were shallow, but it didn't change the fact they they were incredibly cold. With a sudden yowl of surprise and distress, the she-cat sprang out of the freezing water up onto the high rocks of the bridge, nearly slipping on the slippery surface with her wet paws. The second she caught her breath, the she-cat froze; she was not alone on the bridge. Large white paws stood in front of her. Her amber eyes slowly glanced upward, her body crouched low to the stone and her claws unsheathing. However, almost immediately she sheathed them again, her expression changing rapidly from one of fear to one of disbelief.

"S-Seraph...iel?" Sooka choked out, unsure whether she hit her head on something or not. He couldn't be here...he wouldn't be here - it was so far from Air Tribe territory. But there was no mistaking the dark tabby fur and plump tail of the tom in front of her. The green Air Tribe tattoo spread across his shoulders confirmed it, as well as the piercing in his ear. Sooka's amber eyes locked onto it, taking in the familiar silver ball that had once been her own. She had given it to the tom as a sign of friendship, and as a promise to find him again in the new land.

Still frozen from a combination of shock and the cold water, Sooka could only stare at him, unable to believe it was him. After all, they had been in the new territory for a while now, and she hadn't even caught the slightest glimpse of him. Occasionally she had thought she caught his scent on the wind, but she had long since given up on believing he was close. She thought she was merely inventing things in her mind out of a desire to see him.

"W-what're you doing here?" she suddenly blurted out, coming to her senses. She stumbled to her feet, moving closer and sitting on her haunches in front of him. "You're so far from Air Tribe...B-but why?"

Featured in :
Chibi WandaXSorrel
Air Tribe Headshots
Acris Hypokits
Akarui Hyokits
Mud Fight
Akarui's TGB Meme
'Sokka'
Cats Remembered : Part 2
Half of TGB
Tuari Hypokits
Sorrida

Roleplays :
A Day for the Flowers - Sorrel & Akarui "Aka"
A Parting of Ways - Sorrel & Akarui "Aka"
Springtime Adventures - Sorrel & Akida

Assignments : N/A

Fun facts :
Egyptian Maus' eye color actually does change upon mood. The change isn't dramatic and is rather subtle, but is a noticeable feature. Most Maus have greenish to aqua eyes. The color will change to more greenish-yellow or to a darker blue color depending on what mood the cat is in.

Somali cats are simply long-haired Abyssinian cats. Both breeds are very active and energetic. They're also talkative and enjoy socializing. Sorrel was given personality traits mostly to compliment the Somali in him. His appearance and physique however, were derived from the Egyptian Mau in him. Maus are built lean and strong, but are more speedy cats than strong ones. They're the fastest house cat around, reaching about to 36 miles per hour (58 km/hr).

Sorrel & Co. (c) ~ShhItsDark #The-Golden-Butterfly (c) *Tzurai & ~Atalae