Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 7, 2007 17:59:17 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus is a young tom, a year out of kittenhood. He is the son of Jennyanydots and Simbol, the late Protector of the Jellicle tribe. A brown-and-white patched tom, Tumblebrutus hangs out with the other toms of the tribe. Admetus and Plato are two of his frequent companions, and he thinks Pouncival can be a lot of fun (albeit a bit childish at times), but Quaxo is his best friend.
Or, rather, Quaxo was his best friend. Right now, Tumblebrutus doesn’t know what to make of Quaxo anymore. See, he had been raised to hate the Monniks. Well, not exactly hate. Dislike and distrust. Monniks were a bunch of sneaky, conniving, trouble-making cats, and it was bad to associate with them. Macavity, one of the most powerful Monniks, was the worst of the bunch. If Quaxo was Macavity’s son… his child… raised by Macavity himself…
On the other hand, Quaxo did say that he had gotten all the evil out of his system.
Tumblebrutus struggles with Quaxo because Tumble has a strong sense of right and wrong and justice. Something is either good, or it is bad. He doesn’t see very much grey area, and, as a result, grey areas confuse him when they do crop up. This comes a lot from his lack of experience. Tumble had been born in a house, but he moved to the junkyard upon being weaned. He hasn’t left the junkyard since, not even to visit his mother (she comes to the junkyard fairly frequently anyway).
While Tumble’s ultimate idol is his father, he looks up to Munkustrap as both the Protector of the tribe and as a father-figure. Munkustrap had felt responsible for Simbol’s death, and had taken the kitten Tumble under his wing, despite being very young himself. Tumble hopes to grow up to be a Jellicle Protector like both his fathers. Currently, he’s just a guardian, but he’s sure that if he keeps at it, he’ll get there someday.
Tumblebrutus is large for a Jellicle. At nine pounds, he’s almost as big as Munkustrap. This doesn’t come as much of a surprise, as his father was a large cat himself (14 pounds when he died), and Jennyanydots is hardly a delicate little queen. He’s still on the scrawny side, but will probably fill out with muscle over the next few years.
As a guardian of the tribe, Tumblebrutus is well-versed in fighting. He’s not overly good at it, yet, but he knows how he’s supposed to do things. He’s much better at his namesake – tumbling. Tumble is the best gymnast in the tribe, and a very good dancer. When in a fight, Tumble supplements his mediocre fighting ability with movements drawn from his dancing and tumbling. While not a traditional way of fighting, he hasn’t lost yet. Of course, he hasn’t really been in any big fights yet, and sparring with Munkustrap or Rumpus don’t count! (though Tumble would like to see Munkustrap and Rumpus Cat face off)
Tumble is very good at following orders, and gets a bit upset if someone tries to get him to contradict what he’s been told to do. He’s most likely to disobey a command, though, when he’s in a comfortable setting. If he doesn’t know what’s going on, he’ll follow the words of Munkustrap, Alonzo, Deuteronomy, or some other cat he decided was his leader to the letter, even if he’s not sure it’s the best course of action.
Or, rather, Quaxo was his best friend. Right now, Tumblebrutus doesn’t know what to make of Quaxo anymore. See, he had been raised to hate the Monniks. Well, not exactly hate. Dislike and distrust. Monniks were a bunch of sneaky, conniving, trouble-making cats, and it was bad to associate with them. Macavity, one of the most powerful Monniks, was the worst of the bunch. If Quaxo was Macavity’s son… his child… raised by Macavity himself…
On the other hand, Quaxo did say that he had gotten all the evil out of his system.
Tumblebrutus struggles with Quaxo because Tumble has a strong sense of right and wrong and justice. Something is either good, or it is bad. He doesn’t see very much grey area, and, as a result, grey areas confuse him when they do crop up. This comes a lot from his lack of experience. Tumble had been born in a house, but he moved to the junkyard upon being weaned. He hasn’t left the junkyard since, not even to visit his mother (she comes to the junkyard fairly frequently anyway).
While Tumble’s ultimate idol is his father, he looks up to Munkustrap as both the Protector of the tribe and as a father-figure. Munkustrap had felt responsible for Simbol’s death, and had taken the kitten Tumble under his wing, despite being very young himself. Tumble hopes to grow up to be a Jellicle Protector like both his fathers. Currently, he’s just a guardian, but he’s sure that if he keeps at it, he’ll get there someday.
Tumblebrutus is large for a Jellicle. At nine pounds, he’s almost as big as Munkustrap. This doesn’t come as much of a surprise, as his father was a large cat himself (14 pounds when he died), and Jennyanydots is hardly a delicate little queen. He’s still on the scrawny side, but will probably fill out with muscle over the next few years.
As a guardian of the tribe, Tumblebrutus is well-versed in fighting. He’s not overly good at it, yet, but he knows how he’s supposed to do things. He’s much better at his namesake – tumbling. Tumble is the best gymnast in the tribe, and a very good dancer. When in a fight, Tumble supplements his mediocre fighting ability with movements drawn from his dancing and tumbling. While not a traditional way of fighting, he hasn’t lost yet. Of course, he hasn’t really been in any big fights yet, and sparring with Munkustrap or Rumpus don’t count! (though Tumble would like to see Munkustrap and Rumpus Cat face off)
Tumble is very good at following orders, and gets a bit upset if someone tries to get him to contradict what he’s been told to do. He’s most likely to disobey a command, though, when he’s in a comfortable setting. If he doesn’t know what’s going on, he’ll follow the words of Munkustrap, Alonzo, Deuteronomy, or some other cat he decided was his leader to the letter, even if he’s not sure it’s the best course of action.