coradrawa wrote:Username
coradrawa
Name
Shard
Gender
Male
Personality
Shard seems to always be thinking, lost in thought even if you are talking to him. He is easily distracted by his thoughts and struggles greatly to stay out of them and to interact. Though when he does interact, he listens more and usually does actions.
Though due to his distraction problem, he isn't very well aware of the world around him and this gets him easily confused when he comes out of his thoughts.
However the sight of weapons or masked cats provoke fear in him that will quickly snap him out of his thoughts, or it has the opposite effect and traps him in a nightmare of his past.
How did he get his scars?
A story many would like him to tell them. However, a story Shard never wishes to re-live. Through words or memories.
However, even as an adult, he is trapped in that memory. His mind always creeping back towards it, no matter how much he struggles or cries. It always bring him back to that horrible time. Bringing him back to the pain, the loss and horror.
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Shard, just a young kit who was half-way to becoming a teen and his middle eye still closed, sat in his small cabin chewing on a small wooden carving of a duck.
His mother, watching from preparing their meal, giggled at the sight.
" There there Shard, your food is almost ready "
The small kit mewed impatiently as he dropped the wooden carving and shakily stood up. " Muma " Shard began to say in a small baby-like voice, " when is da coming home? "
His mother smiled happily. " In a few moments, he was out talking with some friends, sweet little Shard "
Shard nodded as he sat down, watching his mother prepare the rabbit they would soon be eating.
Just as the meal was prepared, the door burst open as a faint echo of screams was let in. The cat standing there, had panic in his eyes as he hissed in fear. " Hide! Quick! Ban- "
He was cut off as he fell to the ground like a rock,his eyes wide in fear. Shard's mother screamed in fear as masked cats bearing weapons entered, and attacked.
For Shard, everything went black after that.
When the kit awoke, everything hurt, his body refused to move and he could not see out of his eyes. His fur was sticky, but from what he did not know.
Then, faint voices drifted into the kit's ears.
" Have you found any survivors? "
" None sir "
" They can't all be dead! Keep looking! "
Help me. Shard suddenly thought as his sleep-mind slowly lifted the fog keeping the pain away. Please help, it hurts.
His voice refused to work, but painfully the cat opened his mouth and tried to call for help. What was released were not words but sounds that are impossible to place, but they scared the kit as he heard them.
" I heard something over here! " he heard a voice cry out. In hope, Shard cried out the disturbing noises again.
" It's in this house! "
" It's a kit! Someone help me over here! "
Shard tried to whimper as something picked him up painfully, a hushed voice speaking to him gently.
" It's okay little one, your safe now. My name is Tyia, alright? Your gonna be fine " the female voice said.
Soon after, Shard fainted.
Years passed and Shard recovered his physical injuries well and soon after his middle eye opened and he was greeted with the brilliance of sight once again.
However, when he wondered the village that cared for him, he would always cry and try to scream if a weapon was near him, that or a masked cat. His physical injuries may of healed, but his mental scarring would never heal.
Congratulations! I loved the story a ton ;w; the name, too!
an honorable mention goes to ~SilkyMoth~!
I really liked this story, too, but I just didn't think the personality fit him that well ;v;
I was secretly looking for a nice guy or gentleman type hazard -w;
an honorable mention goes to ~SilkyMoth~!
I really liked this story, too, but I just didn't think the personality fit him that well ;v;
I was secretly looking for a nice guy or gentleman type hazard -w;
