Post by •The Speedster• on Sept 21, 2008 23:30:49 GMT -5
Derana
The ivory one with amber eyes
The ivory one with amber eyes
Name: Derana
Gender: female
Date of Birth: July 29, 2006
Height: 21 cm
Sexual Preference: strait
Status: not spayed
Coat Color: white
Coat Pattern: solid
Eye Color: light amber
Fur Length: medium-short
Appearance Extra: notch in left ear
History: I lived far away, away in a different country. It was a place called Europe, the two-legs there spoke a language called french, very beautiful. Even some of the cats learn a few words. Although most of us speak our own language, its cool to know another. I lived on the streets, born as a feral.
My mother died giving birth to me, so I lived with her sister and my dad. Dad became close to Auntie, and they soon had a litter to themselves. When we all grew up, I realized just how evil they were. They would play pranks on me, on Dad, on Auntie, and even on others they didn't know. Pranks like pushing us into the river, or causing us to fall into a whole, having a tree branch nearly hit our tail.
Dad and Auntie didn't beleive me, they thought it was just happening for no reason. But I knew, I knew who was causing this. One day I rotted them out, they were sneaking up on Auntie, atempting to push her into a pile of boulders. Being quiet as a mouse, I snuck forward. I settled myself into the place they were going to throw her, and right as the pushed her, I shouted.
Auntie was mad at them, so mad she made them sleep with no shelter that night. I got to sleep in the center of the den, the warmest and most comfortable area. Satisfied, I slept nice that night, not thinking about my half-siblings once.-~-
I'm older now, and I'm living on my own. I'm looking for a mate, one that I can love, and never leave. I'm about 11 moons now. And in another one I'll be old enough to have a mate, thats what Daddy told me. So I'm on the lookout.
One day I meet a handsome tom named Zigha. He was very nice, and he treated me well. Provided me with food every day, found better and warmer dens each day. Within two moons into our relationship, I realize I'm going to be giing birth to our kits. Devistated, I stayed quiet, not saying a word to Zigha.
I got away with it for awhile, but one day he figured it out. He said he hated me, and he would leave me if I gave birth to those kits. My heart was broken, and I left him later that night. I never thought about him again, I didn't like remembering things I hate.-~-
It's another two seasons later, and my kits have been born. They are a little more than two seasons old, and have become very strong. There are two females and two males, the perfect birth, for me at least. Pixie and Ribbon are the she-cats, Scale and Nip are the toms. They are lovely, all very nice, I'm not going to let them become like their father, or like my half-siblings.-~-
I've found an owner, I'm not used to being pet or fed, but its nice. For some reason they are putting everything in boxes. They say something about moving, and I don't know what that means. But soon I figured it out. We switched territories, just walking away and never looking back. The kits didn't mind it, but I wasn't pleased about leaving my birth place.
But now we're here, and it's so very different, everyone seems to stare at me, as if I talk weird. Acually, I think they're the one's that sound weird, I don't even notice my accent. I've a few cats, and they are nice to me, but I talk to them once, and then never see them again, its like they keep moving. I want just another nice neighborhood with lots of other cats to speak to. There are a few cats who live the next garden over, but they never come out.-~-
I don't know what happened, everything seemed so perfect. Now my whole life is ruined. A tom cat next door has killed my precious Ribbon, Scale has wondered far away into the dark forest, and now its only Nip, Pixie, and I left. I hate the tom next door, and I don't know if I can trust any brute now.
It's even worse now. The brute the next garden over has a very pretty she-cat for a mate. She keeps trying to show off to me, and it seems like her kits will be born any day now. One day Nip wandered over there, wondering whether they had been born. The tom yelled at him, and warned him never to come back. Nip came crying back to me, and said I have to do something.
I was thinking about going over there, but it he warned us not to return, he might hurt one of us. So I didn't do anything. Soon enough, the kits were born, and Nip was bouncing off the walls. He kept asking to go over there, but I wouldn't let him.
While I was sleeping, Nip snuck away, creeping off the visit the newborns. But the brute got angry. He stormed over to me, Nips neck in his strong jaws. He spat him onto the ground, a slight trickle of blood dripping from a cut on his neck. He warned me he would kill every one I loved, even my owners if I bothered him or his mate again. He left after that, glaring as he did so.
I rounded up my kits, desperate to get away from this nasty tom and her partner. I left at midnight, through the dark forest, looking for a warm place to sleep. I had stayed with two-legs for so long now, it seems like I've forgotten how to hunt and fight. I'm scared for my kits, afraid a badger of fox will get them. At least they are older now.-~-
A storm came through, and nothing is getting better. We are hungry and desperate for warmth. Now there arew other rivals, there is a clan of cats hunting on this land, and I've run into them before. They say I'm not suposed to be here, that they'l hunt me down or chase me off, so I decided to leave.
Nip is dying, a sickness has caught him in the middle of leaf-bare. Worst of all, I don't know how to help him. Pixie has wandered away to find food, but she hasn't returned yet, which scares me, she left afterdawn and its nearly sunhigh. I want to find her, but I can't leave Nip, my eyes feel dry from all of the tears I've shed. My life is a drop down hill, I feel like I want to die. If I die, at least I'll be in a better place.-~-
Nip is dead. He died last night, and I slept with his cold rock body. I guess slept is the wrong word. I couldn't sleep at all. it's been two sunrises sence Pixie left, and she's still not back. I can't stand this any longer. My paws feel as if they are about to fall off, the snow makes it hard to survive. I'm on my own now, maybe I should try suicide...
Personality: Although I don't live in Europe any more, I still love to use their language. At sometimes, I guess that others are confused with the different tongue spoken, but I'm not. I soon explain to them where I'm from.
I never stop beleiving in what is right. I love my family dearly and would never turn my back on them. Toms are a disgrace to the world, and should have never been created. We she-cat she be able to reproduce by our self. That's what I believe.
I'm very shy, and never know what to do and what not to do. I hate making decisions, and always make other decide for me. Whether its a small question like, which peice of prey should I eat, or if it is a big question like, should I have kits.
I don't really have any friends, so I don't really have anyone to talk to. I'm more of a loner I suspect. I'm not very outgoing or hyper, I expect I would be if I really had friends. But I'm more laid back and just want to chill out and talk.
Running is my thing, and I love to have races, especially if we bet. Making bets and accepting dares is another thing I like to do. Although its only me and my kits and I playing it the whole time, its still fun.
I love to walk around, or explore new places, but I do hate getting dirty. Because my white fur is easy blotched or matted, I try to steer clear of mud and dirt. I hate feeling dirty or having mud plastered to my coat.
I feel as if I'm getting too old to be playing any more, like I need some real friends to hang out with. Maybe even to find another tom, and maybe just maybe bear more kits. Although I don't trust many males, I feel like if I just find the right one, Ill be ok. And even though I'll definately be scared the whole leaf-bare, I'll accept or be ok with having more kits. Maybe if I find friends they will have medicine, or having friends who could nurse the sick. You never know...
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OOC Name: Speedy
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