Clover-Paw's Werecard

Human Name: Does it really matter?
Were Name: Clover-Paw
Phenotype: Tabby/Wild Cat
Shifting Ability: Mental / In Dreams 

Birthplace: Hannover, Germany
Home Territory: Presently, Burgwedel, Germany, but I don't like it here...
Dream Territory: Inside - A nice, warm library with ancient books, lit by 
a few candles; Outside - A snow-covered forest.

Physical Description, Human: Blackish brown, shoulder-long hair, powerful 
build, gray eyes
Physical Description, Were: A grayish / brown tabby/wild cat with white 
belly, lower jaw, throat and paws

Human Career: Currently unemployed, hoping to become an artist.
Hobbies/Interests: Wereart, reading, writing
Favorite Movies: Sleepy Hollow, The Prophecy ("God's Army")(there's something 
irresistable about that Christopher Walken! :), Beetlejuice, Ninja Scroll, 
Tokyo: Revelation, Wishmaster 1, Felidae, MST3K, X-Files: Fight The Future, 
The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Shock Treatment
Favorite Were-movie: Tie between Company of Wolves and the two An American 
Werewolf movies.

Favorite Literature: "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" (Washington Irving"), 
"Felidae" (Akif Pirincci), "Pet Sematary" (Stephen King), "Im Rausch Der Kanäle" 
(Michael Mittermeier), and, though it may be sacrilege to were-veterans, the 
White Wolf books. Not only have they beautiful illustrations, but they have 
some pretty good writing once in a while!
Favorite Were Literature: Garou Saga, by Rustin Quaide
Favorite Art: Ron Spencer and Quinton Hoover work.
Favorite Were-art: As above.

Favorite Quote(s):
"If you wanted to prove your side was right, Gabriel, so badly, why didn't you 
just ask Him? Why didn't you ask God?"
"Because He doesn't talk to me anymore."
	--Thomas & Gabriel, "The Prophecy"

"But above and beyond there's still one name left over
 And that is the name that you will never guess
 The name that no human research can ever discover
 But the cat himself knows and will never confess."
	--T.S. Eliott, "The Naming of Cats"

"Freud said, 'Man is wolf to Man', but no wolf would treat his fellows the way 
humanity treats its own."
	--Rustin Quaide, "Garou Saga"

Favorite Were-Saying/Quote:
(long, pleased, resounding purr that echoes out into the air)

Favorite Personal Quote:
"I spend my life trying to understand others in order to become their friend, I tried 
accepting any view and any form and any looks, but now, that I've done all of that, 
I see I accept everything and everyone, except myself. No one ever tried to understand me 
in return, I know so many people, and yet no one wants to know me. And all I can tell 
myself now is that, I don't want anyone to know me, and turn away from the world."

Favorite Song/Bands:
"Cats" and "Starlight Express" soundtracks by Andrew Lloyd Webber
"The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and "Shock Treatment" soundtracks by Richard O'Brien
Meat Loaf, Enya, and any kind of classic Rock'n'Roll

Favorite Season: Winter
Favorite Holidays: Halloween, Christmas
Preferred Prey: Hmm...That's a tough question, I'm not too picky, actually.
Hunting Methods: Stay low to the ground! >^.^<
Preferred Method of Attack: If I have to, in Human form, just a bear hug, in tabby form a 
claw swipe.

Favorite Non-Were Mythological Beast: If it has to be specifically a beast, I'd say it'd 
be a Manticore, if it can be any old story or supernatural creature, I'd say it'd of course 
be the Headless Horseman, as accounted in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Feeling Toward Vampires: Though many believe the vampires are the enemy, I believe they are 
supernaturally gifted, like us. Like us, they have been shut out of human society and found 
another one, a better one. Most of them are well-mannered and believe ancient knowledge and 
mysticism is power, to which I agree. They are ancient and styled, and are just like us, they 
have sharp teeth, and roam the night, and are different from the normal humans. We should 
see them as friends, not foes. 
Feeling Toward Normal Humans: For my entire life, they have shut me out, for my entire life, 
I had to experience harassment and bickering from them, even though all the while, I tried 
to understand them and be their friend. Enough of that now. Humans lack the humanity they 
are so proud of, are petty, cruel, and isolate anyone remotely different from their ideals. 
Some of my kind may disagree to this claim, but I've been subjected to this for years. 
You won't find me trusting a human anymore!

Personal Therianthropy:
	Always, always, always, I was the loner, my love for animals got me isolated from the 
student society at elementary school, and my advanced love for werecreatures got me isolated 
from the student society in high school. 

	What always amazed my mother was that whenever I found a man or a a character interesting, 
they were always quite old - very simply because I learned that age meant maturity, for some 
reason, trust me, it is thus - older people at least those I've seen, even if unwittingly, were-like 
in their nature. They show understanding and trust, and look past appearances. I don't think I'll 
ever like a man or a woman who's not a were and under 25. 

	I was born in Germany but my family moved to Canada when I was 14, and I liked it a lot there, 
the people were as closed to me as before, but I found some who would understand me, the nature there 
was beautiful, the seasons came with an intensity I never found in my native land, and I couldn't ask 
for more. That's when my mother decided she didn't want to stay and moved back, and me and my father 
were thus forced to come along.

	From here on forth, all went horribly, horribly wrong. I didn't like it here, my opportunities 
for art jobs have been nearly nullified, I could rarely meet internet friends anymore because the cost 
for the net was so impossibly high. But that's not all, the folks my age simply are atrocious, at 
least where I live. People I don't even know insult and terrorize me in the supermarket, for no 
reason at all. No one tries to make a small friendship with me, just because I don't own a pair 
of buffallos.

	From how I see it, German society, or those in my age group, are horribly in vain and simply 
won't accept someone like me, who's not wiry thin and wears the latest fashion style or make-up. 
I had read were-literature before, and had often wondered at how great it must be to be a werewolf.

	But only now I realized I would be a bad example of a wolf. Even if people ignored me, I was 
also a loner, but wolves run in packs. I loved warmth and silence, I loved some attention, even 
if I never really got it, I loved being by myself, dozing and doing as good as nothing all day, 
I loved to always do what no one else did for the heck of it. I was definitely no pup. I am 
cat-like in nature. 

	So every day I daydream about becoming a cat, or an anthro form, and spend nearly all of 
my time inside the house, inside my room with the door closed, acting like a cat. When I yawn, 
I stretch my tongue like I never did as a human before, curl up on the bed, or bat stuffed 
animals about like a cat would do to a mouse or a toy.

	On the rare occasion that I am alone in the house, I often find myself prowling about 
and meowing.

	And it is wonderful! It's the only thing worthwile in this place. Presently I'm sad to 
say I can't join any newsgroups for discussion, mainly because I don't have the money (my 
provider will only allow usenet online, while my old one allowed it offline).

	Presently, I find myself alone and with little help. I presently don't think it's a 
wise idea to tell my parents about my were-nature, because when I tried to explain it before, 
they were just dismissing it as some foolish idea. Both of them believe in no supernatural 
or such whatsoever, which is very sad. I hope sometime I'll meet people who are different 
than that.