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An AU non-canon Harry Potter-inspired forum roleplay set in Australia.

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THE AUSTRALIAN HOME OF MAGIC

Cat McNeedleclaws

Narragyambie
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About Cat McNeedleclaws

  • Birthday 10/31/1955

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  • Profile Link
    https://www.tallygarunga.com/characters/narrie_residents/cat-mcneedleclaws-r181/

Short Answer

  • Full Name
    Samara Ayah Wiltshire
  • Birthdate - Day
    31
  • Birthdate - Month
    10
  • Exact Age?
    No
  • Birthday - Year
    1955
  • Birthplace
    United Kingdom
  • Job Title
    Familiar (homeless)
  • Species
    Human
  • Blood Status
    Pureblood
  • Pronouns
    She/Her
  • Played By
    Jameela Jamila

Optional Character Items

  • Wand
    Does not possess one.
  • Patronus
    N/A

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    GMT
  • Pronouns
    she/her

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  • Status Counter 1
  • IC Post Count 4
  • Playerx Poppy
  • Plot Wants
  • Birthdate Day 31
  • Birthdate Month 10
  • Birthdate Year 1955
  • Manual Age 0
  • Unknown Age
  • Pronouns She/Her/It/One
  • Occupation Familiar
  1. So I'm doing what is asked of me, yet, I find myself lacking the steak I have ordered.

    Does anyone else need the presence of a power boosting cat with good taste in food and doesn't moult?

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    2. Travis Franklin

      Travis Franklin

      'Various' What I do isn't slated for larger media and that is a gross exaggeration. 

      You must be thinking of all your tomcat encounters and your endless litters. 

    3. Cat McNeedleclaws

      Cat McNeedleclaws

      Gross, is a good though unintelligent word for what I have seen you do.

      Tomcats have more class than you, Dog-Wizard.

      They also make less mess. I have lost count of the times I have noticed and sniffed an odd coloured wet patch on your bedsheets.

    4. Travis Franklin

      Travis Franklin

      You've seen nothing! Why are you even watching me creepy cat!

      And I doubt it, they're probably all alley bums without actual grooming. 

      What? Did you go around tasting this imagined wet patch?

  2. “If it worked well you’d be asking fewer questions and doing more of the things I require from you.” Cat pointed out, was Dog-Wizard truly going to need everything explained to him in great detail. This was why life as a cat was better, you didn’t need to have this ridiculous back and forth conversations with other beings whose sole purpose should simply be to see too ones every need. Though she if she thought about it perhaps there was some benefit to being able to accurately say what she wanted instead of waiting for people to make the correct guess, which was usually what she did. Then, of course, he derailed onto something to do with him being whatever it was that he actually was. The truth was that Cat really didn’t know what he was, nor did she much care either. After all, too her he could have the same sort of intelligence as a mountain troll and she wouldn’t worry about it as long as he fed her and on moments permitting, scratched her in that spot behind her left ear. “Why would anyone do such a thing to you?” she asked with a tilt of her head “Do you not do things they ask as well?” because if so, she could see why they would the things he’d just described. Then he went on to explain his favor, making her sigh heavily and barely noticing that he’d decided to cover his bare skin. Once she had listened to his explanation, she took a moment to consider exactly what he had said and when she had run it through her brain and decided that for her own benefit there was no way around it, she sighed and relented. “Okay. Dog-Wizard. I shall do as you have asked. Though I don’t know what you would possibly think we could converse about.” then, with that thought in mind she turned around in the room to find somewhere too sit. Her only option seemed to be the bed, a place she had seen him do various things with women and himself. Walking over, she sat down, crossing one leg over the other before indicating towards him with her hand “You may start.”
  3. Cat suspected this conversation was not going to be as brief as she had initially hoped. Dog-Wizard seemed to be having some kind of reaction too her human form. This, she had learnt over her lifetime was not that unusual with human males. They saw a naked human female and became unable to do anything constructive. Half dog Wizards sadly seemed to follow the same pattern. This lowered him slightly in her estimation; after all, she’d been hoping someone who also knew the joy and freedom of four legs would be less hung up on the ugliness of the two legged forms. “Yes, I believe we are. I do not posses another one of things forms. So we must be discussing the same one.” this was defiantly away from the concern at hand, but, if there was one thing she knew was that with human males one had to follow their train of thought and allow them to believe they were the ones making the conclusions and decisions, or that they were at least interesting “Naturally I am more affectionate as a cat, it is much easier to get the things one requires in that form.” plus because he’d not been paying attention she’d had to take this form to communicate with him. “Dog-Wizard is a more acceptable name nor do I wish to be bothered with what other wizards what to do too you.” she’d already seen enough to know that a lack of interest in those activities was the way to stay somewhat sane. Then he said the one thing she knew he would say and that was he would demand something in return for his getting her a more varied diet. Though, the thing he wanted was her to be human more “I suppose I can do that, though, I can communicate my needs better as a cat. People listen to cats better than other people.” then he wanted something else, how many things would this Dog-Wizard ask for before she could get a good steak “And, pray tell, what would this small personal favor be?”
  4. A heavy sigh escaped Cat as Dog-Wizard turned around to face her and seemed somewhat bewildered by her suddenly showing up in this two legged form, a form she did not appreciate being in. It didn’t matter that this was form she’d been born into, it was the form that had led her down the path in which she had to beg, steal and lie to get through the world. It was the most troubling of forms, and from the look on Dog-Wizards face he was also having some issues with it. Then came the rude wave of questions. Asking her all kinds of nonsense about watching him and clothes. She had clothes, just, at another secret location. She also wasn’t intending to stay in this long legged very ungraceful form for very long. Crossing her arms around this form ample bosom she waited for him to gather whatever sense existed in his clearly rather addled brain. Then, when that didn’t appear to be very forthcoming, she decided to just plow ahead with answering his questions so that they could get down to the very real problem that existed. The problem of a balanced, nutritious diet. “Yes, I have watched you and your various forms of self abuse all this time.” she said with a wave of a hand too show that she didn’t think much of his naked body or his self abuse “No, I do not need any clothes nor am I concerned with you openly staring at this particularly unpleasant two legged form I had to take.” he could stare at it all he liked, one day she would shed it and stay permanently in her gloriously furred and with four legs. “Now, Dog-Wizard, if you would kindly focus.” she said, stepping c loser to him “Like I have said before you became addled that as much as fish is wonderful, I do prefer a more varied diet. So perhaps you could throw in a rib eye steak at some point? A piece of chocolate cake wouldn’t go amiss, though,” she said putting her hand on her stomach “That does play havoc with my bowel movements, so, no...no chocolate cake.” another wave of one hand, whilst the other pushed back some of her long dark hair “Now I ask you Dog-Wizard, does this sound like something you would be able to accommodate?”
  5. Cat really wasn’t sure why people felt the need to pick her up when they first encountered her, but they did and Dog-Wizard was no different. She gave mildly disgruntled noise that soon dissolved into purring when he ran his hands over just the right spot. Dog-Wizard had his many downsides but all off those were clean forgotten when he petted her or offered her some damn good food. She listened too him talk for a moment, giving him a quick sniff and noticing the scent she went out of her way to rub onto him was starting to fade. This was unacceptable, she put a lot of work into marking things that she considered hers with her own unique scent. Dog-Wizard was hers when it was convenient and therefore he needed to smell like her. There was only one way to rectify this situation, with this single minded purpose she rubbed her cheeks against his hand, making sure to mark him with her scent. This rubbing continued when he placed her on the ground and spoke of food. Once on all four feet, she followed where he went on his two feet, making sure too get a few rubs in on his legs before she figured out what he was doing and quickly trotted off too where her food bowl lived. He was a good Dog-Wizard. Well, she thought he was until once again he deployed fish into her bowl. Fish! Again! Did this Dog-Wizard not understand that variety in a diet was the spice of life? Well, it was time he was told. So, after greedily eating half the fish he’d lain out of her, lapping up some of the water. She then trotted after him, it was during this trot that she switched from her much preferred four legged mode of transport to the two legged version. “Dog-Wizard,” she said, watching him as he removed the clothes that kept him warm. Completely oblivious to the fact that she was not wearing any clothes herself “I appreciate the fish but sometimes I do like a change in diet. A nice rib eye steak, perhaps. Is that so hard for your to accomplish?”
  6. This was one of the many locations she had come to call home. Well, sort of home. She didn’t really have a home anymore. Her last owner had decided they no longer wanted to have her around. Then again they had been old and had little use for a four legged creature that could turn into a two legged one that was rather vocal about their wants, needs and desires. Cat felt that since her mere presence boosted their magical abilities that actually it was a fair trade. The thoughts of her previous owner were pushed out of her thoughts as the door opened. Her ears swiveled at the sounds and she sat up slightly. Her favorite place in this particular location was the best. It did smell of the odd male dog-wizard that called this place called home, along with the several females he brought home and sometimes the different scents could be unsettling it didn’t stop her from making sure her own scent was mingled in with everything. It had taken her a few days of rubbing her scent on things so that the dog-wizard knew she considered it apart of her ever expanding territory. He didn’t seem to mind for the most part, though, she did wish he would stop washing the sleeping place so much. The sounds of footsteps caused Cat to yawn and slowly move onto her feet, stretching her front legs first before moving onto the back ones. Then with all the grace of her species she jumped off the bed and trotted out to meet the owner of the footsteps. Perhaps dog-wizard bought some good food for a change, she thought hopefully, as she rounded a corner with a loud meow too let him know she was present and demanded his attention.
  7. Born Samara Wiltshire to an extreme and prominent pureblood family within British Wizarding society, Sam was one of nine children and like all of her siblings was told from a very young age that she had things she had to do with her life and things she defiantly was not to do. As a young girl she was happy to follow the beliefs that her parents and older siblings espoused, even espousing them herself. This was something she kept too throughout her entire young life. This almost made her young life in a place of privilege and comfort a time she doesn’t remember well. It in one hazy blurs. Getting her first wand, attending school and knowing she was one of the best there. As she grew Sam changed and as young people are prone to doing she wanted to test the boundaries lain out by her parents and wider family. It was during one of her more rebellious moments that started the chain of events which leads to her current state. Predictably, it started with a boy. A boy that was so different the many she had been around that Theo found herself swept up in his world, the world of a Muggle. Though this boy could never know she was a witch, due to the laws that governed the land and her own family, who would no doubt do something atrocious to him, it didn’t stop Theo falling madly in love with him. Their love was a secret that she kept for many years, however, eventually her family found out. At twenty she was dragged into a room facing her entire family and given a choice. The choice was the muggle she loved, a man who she could never be completely honest with. A man, they said, who would and could never accept her or her family, people who did accept her, knew who and what she was and more importantly were completely pure-blooded. Her parents must have assumed she would choose them, choose to live the way she was raised. It is perhaps the fact that she decided to leave the family and live like a muggle that shocked them into doing what they did next. On the surface it looked as though they accepted her decision, encouraging her to stay with them for a few more days before going off too her new life forever. As the dutiful daughter she always tried to be, Sam agreed. She stepped out the house only once after that conversation too inform her non magical love that she would be with him. Then she turned and walked away, back into the house. Sam never saw that boy she loved again. The exact chain of events has ever been acknowledged by anyone and even Sam doesn’t really know what happened. All is known is that her parents and a few siblings brought their collective powers together and wrought down on the wayward Sam a curse. A curse that she would be forever be bound to the family. Perhaps the curse was supposed to simply bind her to the house but it did something different. It changed Sam, turned her into something that most witches and wizards would deny ever existed. A familiar. Years passed the boy she loved forgot her, married a different woman and had children. Her family aged, her siblings had children and her parents died. Sam, though, was permanently stuck in the same age she had been when the curse was placed on her, this wasn’t helped that she had the ability to change into a black cat with bright purple eyes. Thirty years after she was first cursed she’d lost everything that had once made her Theo, simply being referred to as ‘the cat’ by her family. Cat spent the majority of her time in her feline form, even taking on more feline traits when walking around on two legs. It was during this time that her former family decided she was no longer required and simply moved her along to another pure blood family. This family had a child who was showing little to no magical ability. One of the abilities of being a familiar meant enhancing or awakening the powers of others, so, she was gifted too this child and attended school with him. The child grew into an adult, an adult that though once loving of the cat that they had felt comforted them and made them confident was something they no longer needed. This didn’t stop her owner from taking her too Australia with them, yet, a year into her new life in a new country she found herself homeless. Three years have passed since her ‘owner’ no longer wished to be burdened with a cat that never seemed to age and left her in Narragyambie. Since that time she has become a familiar sight for many, stealing food and clothes to survive and added to the increase of cats roaming the Australian streets.
Samara Ayah Wiltshire
Familiar (homeless) 0
63* year old Pureblood Human She/Her
Age:  63*
Date of Birth: October 31st, 1955
Birthplace: United Kingdom
Year Level: 0
Occupation: Familiar (homeless)
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Player:  Poppy
Pronouns: She/Her
Patronus: N/A
Wand: Does not possess one.
Play-by: Jameela Jamila
Education: 

She attended Hogwarts sometime in her past.

Secrets
  • Has no known secrets.
  • Cursed
  • Has had several litters of kittens throughout her life.
  • Has a single human born child from a previous arraignment with an past owner.
General Knowledge
  • Is a stray.
  • Is known to go into peoples houses and steal food (as a cat)
  • Has several 'homes' in several areas. Tends to be seen more around Narragyambie and Tallygarunga.
  • Boosts wizards and witches power (this is more of a rumor than acknowledged fact right now)
Personality

Cats personality was once different to the one she currently has. The person she once was has slowly been eroded by years of living as a four legged predator and being used for the benefit of others. In essence like her appearance she comes in two modes.

As a cat she is almost typical of the species. She can be aloof as well as affectionate. She had an intense love of boxes, to the point she will seek them out. She hunts, stalks and kills helpless wildlife. She also loves sleeping and spends a great deal of time finding warm places to curl up for nap. She is exceptionally vocal for a cat and many people have commented that she seems to know exactly what is being said and can even carry out complex tasks.

As a human she is a person who speaks with a strong posh English accent, tends to speak using the phrase ‘one’ to refer to herself. But she does love to talk, in fact, given the chance she would talk constantly. On the surface she seems friendly, relatable and a little odd in behavior as many of her behaviors over lap between forms. That being said she finds it very hard to trust people and makes it very clear when she doesn’t. Though underneath all this the witch she used to be escapes, the witch that was ready to leave everything she knew behind for love, the witch that eventually was able to push against the grain and fight for what she wanted. She’s there just buried under over sixty years of fur and torment.

Appearance

Cat has two forms.

 

Cat form: This is the shape she takes more often than not and one that over the passing years she had become more accustomed too. As a cat she looks like any standard moggy one might see wandering around the streets of Australia. She is a short haired black cat, her fur is shiny and always seems well groomed. A long thin black tail with a slight notch near the end. Her whiskers are long and black in color. She also has a slight notch in her right ear. The most distinctive thing about her as a cat is that her eyes are a dark brown and on a curiously glance she looks like she lacks pupils. If you see a cat wearing some kind of hat, this may be her.

Human: As a human Cat stands at around 5ft 10 with naturally proportioned curves and legs that are longer than she really likes, when she thinks about it. Caramel colored skin, high cheeks bones, dark almond shaped eyes, full lips and long thick black hair complete appearance. Clothes wise she does love hats and would wear one everyday if she had many, otherwise she tends to wear whatever she can get off peoples clothes lines or out of donation boxes.

 

History

Born Samara Wiltshire to an extreme and prominent pureblood family within British Wizarding society, Sam was one of nine children and like all of her siblings was told from a very young age that she had things she had to do with her life and things she defiantly was not to do. As a young girl she was happy to follow the beliefs that her parents and older siblings espoused, even espousing them herself. This was something she kept too throughout her entire young life. This almost made her young life in a place of privilege and comfort a time she doesn’t remember well. It in one hazy blurs. Getting her first wand, attending school and knowing she was one of the best there.

As she grew Sam changed and as young people are prone to doing she wanted to test the boundaries lain out by her parents and wider family. It was during one of her more rebellious moments that started the chain of events which leads to her current state. Predictably, it started with a boy. A boy that was so different the many she had been around that Theo found herself swept up in his world, the world of a Muggle. Though this boy could never know she was a witch, due to the laws that governed the land and her own family, who would no doubt do something atrocious to him, it didn’t stop Theo falling madly in love with him.

Their love was a secret that she kept for many years, however, eventually her family found out. At twenty she was dragged into a room facing her entire family and given a choice. The choice was the muggle she loved, a man who she could never be completely honest with. A man, they said, who would and could never accept her or her family, people who did accept her, knew who and what she was and more importantly were completely pure-blooded. Her parents must have assumed she would choose them, choose to live the way she was raised. It is perhaps the fact that she decided to leave the family and live like a muggle that shocked them into doing what they did next. On the surface it looked as though they accepted her decision, encouraging her to stay with them for a few more days before going off too her new life forever. As the dutiful daughter she always tried to be, Sam agreed. She stepped out the house only once after that conversation too inform her non magical love that she would be with him. Then she turned and walked away, back into the house. Sam never saw that boy she loved again.

The exact chain of events has ever been acknowledged by anyone and even Sam doesn’t really know what happened. All is known is that her parents and a few siblings brought their collective powers together and wrought down on the wayward Sam a curse. A curse that she would be forever be bound to the family. Perhaps the curse was supposed to simply bind her to the house but it did something different. It changed Sam, turned her into something that most witches and wizards would deny ever existed.

A familiar.

Years passed the boy she loved forgot her, married a different woman and had children. Her family aged, her siblings had children and her parents died. Sam, though, was permanently stuck in the same age she had been when the curse was placed on her, this wasn’t helped that she had the ability to change into a black cat with bright purple eyes. Thirty years after she was first cursed she’d lost everything that had once made her Theo, simply being referred to as ‘the cat’ by her family. Cat spent the majority of her time in her feline form, even taking on more feline traits when walking around on two legs. It was during this time that her former family decided she was no longer required and simply moved her along to another pure blood family. This family had a child who was showing little to no magical ability.

One of the abilities of being a familiar meant enhancing or awakening the powers of others, so, she was gifted too this child and attended school with him. The child grew into an adult, an adult that though once loving of the cat that they had felt comforted them and made them confident was something they no longer needed. This didn’t stop her owner from taking her too Australia with them, yet, a year into her new life in a new country she found herself homeless. Three years have passed since her ‘owner’ no longer wished to be burdened with a cat that never seemed to age and left her in Narragyambie. Since that time she has become a familiar sight for many, stealing food and clothes to survive and added to the increase of cats roaming the Australian streets.

 

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