Icy.
31 moons old.
Once a stray, but now living in a more relaxed lifestyle.

[This character was created almost a year ago, but I've never really developed his personality much, nor rped him much. I guess I might want to start it up again.]

Icy, an off-white pelted individual, frolicked in the green grass in front of his twoleg home. Like every morning, he was wide-awake and looking for some sort of adventure. Nowadays, things seemed... a bit too relaxed for his tastes. The tom wanted to meet new friends. Make companions and maybe find a mate of his own.
Unfortunately, there were things stopping him from that. For one, there was a giant fence around his property, and Icy didn't have the agility to climb up and over it. This white barrier prevented most feral animals from getting in, but it made the tom lonely.
If only my humans could adopt another cat for me to play with! Or they'd open the gate for once!

@Cristalline

Icy's ears perked up at the sudden voice, and he sprang to his paws. Somehow, a molly had climbed up over the fence and on his side of the property. What a coincidence, the white-pelted tom thought internally. I was just feeling lonely, and someone came to fix that. I guess I'm lucky for today, eh?

"Oh, ah, I'm Icy." The tom said, licking his paw for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Meggie."

There was a brief pause where Icy tried to understand the she-cat's last word. Kittypet? What does that mean? Oh, whatever, I'm sure I'll figure that out eventually.

"Hey, you got over that fence easily," he continued, trying to create conversation. "I can't do such a thing."