[Scei]

Reserve

[coradrawa]

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Username
coradrawa
Name
'Lucky' Maddox
Maddox is a Welsh name meaning
'Little Fortuned One' or 'Little Good One'
Mad or Ox for short
Gender
Male

I did many stories, and I hope as you read you are able to piece together a little mystery I wanted to have towards the scientist's goal X3
But I just want to say that I perceive this scientist as an illegal one, meaning his laboratory is not one hazards or other things are meant to be made at due to unorthodox methods!
Either way, enjoy <3

Story 1|Mummy?
A shuddering breath escaped cold lips. Multi-coloured eyes, wide and terrified, watched the inky blackness that swirled around them. Everything was silent aside from distant, sleeping noises of various mysterious creatures and light humming from machinery left on. Wide awake, the young kitten refused to give in to sleep. They were tired, but they were terrified, the silent beast of horror gnawing on his sub-conscious thoughts. His small face, illuminated by the fizzing and sparking tail that wasn't truly his, had tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He wanted out, but that was something he could never really have. Torn from his mother, he guessed only just a week ago, he felt pained and defeated. Whatever had been done to him, was surely something he did not really desire. His small, child mind was saddened and begging for freedom, begging for someone to come over to him and tell him that it was all right...but not one person told him so...in fact, the only being he ever saw was a strange human clad in white who would make the small kitten sleep with a mysterious liquid. Yet, every time he awoke he discovered something had been changed on his body, something added to it or taken away. A depressed sigh escaped his lips, head tilting down to his front paws. One of his legs, tied up with leather belts, the other hidden underneath a metallic casing with artificial claws designed to kill on the end. Was he being turned into a monster? He didn't want to be a monster...his mother always told him monsters ate bad little kits or the bad little kits that weren't eaten became monsters...
Was he a bad little kit?
Did he upset his mother? His family? Anyone?
Was this punishment for something he did wrong?
In which case, he was sorry...
And he just wanted his mummy to come get him...

He missed home...
Story 2|Partner
His breath was shallow, eyes wide and calculating as they remained focused of the shivering fur of a black kitten opposite him. The small kitten had been placed with him, and since being placed with him Maddox did nothing but stare. The other kitten, nervous from the unsettling stares given by its new partner, meowed as it shuffled further into the corner. It was scared. Maddox's mind hummed a bit at the realization that it was scared of him. Was it because he was a monster? He didn't know but that thought since that time ago, roughly a week he guessed, when he first realized his mother may of left him for being a monster...his mind slowly confirmed it with evidence that only made sense to him.
If he was a monster then, does that mean he should try more to frighten the kit? His mind questioned, wondering deep into his thoughts as his eyes stayed sub-consciously glued to the dark furred cat opposite him.
The fellow kitten whimpered nervously, its bright golden eyes large with dilated pupils as it watched Maddox nervously. It would speak if it could, but the sight of that kitten before it sent shivers down its spine and caused its muscles to be paralyzed. It didn't know what happened to that poor kitten, but it certainly terrified the smaller kitten. Yet, slowly the kitten began to relax about a few hours as realization settled in that Maddox wasn't going to hurt it, or so it hoped.
" W-who are you? " a small voiced asked, light and soft. Maddox's many eyes blinked as he returned from his thoughts and focused on the kitten.
He titled his head in confusion, not registering what the kitten had said. Clearing her throat, the small kitten attempt to coax Maddox into speaking, " I-I'm Lily...w-what's y-your...name...? "
A disturbing moment of silent settled for a few seconds, the kitten named Lily looking at Maddox in mild hope he would speak but head drooping after realizing he wouldn't. That was until a noise broke the silence.
" Maaaa...dox... " a distorted and slightly robotic voice said. Lily turned her head and looked at Maddox in confusion, he only giving her the same, blank stare as usual.
" M-Maddox? " she questioned before speaking again with a small smile, " w-well its um...nice to meet you Maddox... "
After that, Lily attempt to coax more words from Maddox but only managed to receive one or two words, and sometimes no words at all to her questions and attempted conversation. But as they spoke, she slowly came closer to Maddox until she was laying right next to him, looking him up in the eyes as she smiled and spoke to him.
And Maddox began to question, if he really wasn't a monster after all...

(Side note, Lily is not a hazard but a normal black cat kitten, she won't ever become a hazard cat so that is a bit of a heads up)

Story 3|Comfort
It had been a few days since Lily and Maddox had been introduced to each other, and during that time Maddox felt more like himself. Lily's chirpy and constantly chatty personality at times brought out the child that had been hidden away in Maddox, and he was extremely happy. He began smiling again, and the thoughts of being a monster faded from his mind completely. Though at times, he returned to those thoughts when the human clad in white returned. If he took Lily away, Maddox grew panicked and constantly attempted to escape to find Lily. At one point, he grew so worried for Lily that when the human came Maddox bit their leg. Since then, Maddox had had a collar put around his neck and a lead holding him in a corner of the room so he wouldn't try to escape or attack the human again.
At this current time though, Maddox was laying down with his head rested on Lily's side as she groomed herself. Maddox tilted his head a bit, watching Lily's tongue flick out now and then as she cleaned her paws.
" Llllillyy... " Maddox slowly said, his voice jittering and extending out words. It had been like that since his first operation 2 weeks ago, and Lily at first was disturbed by it but soon grew used to it.
" Hmmm? " she hummed, turning her head to look at him as Maddox lowered his eyes in mild sadness.
" W-will wwee...evvvv...er llleeaave? " he questioned, sadness laced in his voice and he noticed how Lily's eyes fogged over at the question. Frowning, she looked at the ground sadly.
" I...I don't really know Maddy... " she said, using a small pet name she had made up for him. Lily let out a shuddery breath, trying to clear her facial features of the desperation for freedom to keep Maddox happy. She learnt in those few days she had been with him, that he easily became worried and panicked. " But I'm sure we will go soon! I...I think they just need us to stay here for a little while...then we can go back home! "
Maddox's signature blank look appeared on his face but he nodded. He wasn't sure if he believed Lily, but he desperately wanted to...

Story 4|Seperation
Screaming. Crying. The noises filled Maddox's eyes as he desperately tried to crawl his way over to Lily. The lead held him back though, but his eyes were tear-filled as his throat let out desperate, crying noises. Lily had been taken again by the human, but after a few hours the human returned and unceremoniously put her body inside the cell opposite Maddox. Her slick black body unmoving with no signs of breathing.
" LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLILY! " Maddox shouted, trying to get her to just wake up. He wanted to see her stand up, smile at him and make some corny joke as she told him to was a prank. He wanted it to be a prank.
But Lily's body remained unmoving.
Maddox eventually collapsed, exhausted as shudders rippled through his body from crying. His eyes stayed focused on Lily though, tears blurring his vision. " L-lily? " he whimpered out, his head falling onto the floor as he sobbed.
The human had done something to her, and her body was most defiantly different. Lily's once pitch black, normal cat body now had paled. Her pitch black fur seeming to drip and swirl like a black whirlpool. And when I say it dripped, I literally mean dripping. Black splodges extended out around Lily, creating a black void that she rested upon. But Maddox ignored that, he didn't care about that...
He just wanted to be over there with Lily, he wanted to make sure she was OK.
That she was alive...

Story 5-The future is dead
Weeks had passed since Lily had been taken away and returned. And she never seemed to be herself any more. After a few days, the human in white put Lily back in the same cage as Maddox, after realizing the stress and panic attacks that occurred in his most promising experiment after they were separated.
But Maddox only felt dead inside soon after she was returned to him.
He was happy Lily was alive, yes, but frankly even though she was up and moving she was different. Like a puppet.
Her movements jerky and stiff, her eyes glazed over and had a look to them that sent shivers down Maddox's spine. Her fur, paled at the ends to a silvery grey, dripped and seemed to melt off her body only to regrow seconds later.
Maddox had tried to talk to her, play with her and interact with her how they used to. But she never said a word. She never showed any emotion either.
Maddox couldn't deny that he felt his heart crumble and crack each time he looked at her. Each time he looked at the shell of Lily.
But though he felt broken and dead inside from what he could only relate to the feeling of mourning, that didn't mean he gave up. Everyday he tried to coax to real Lily out, begging and pleading. He tried to play with her, re-count stories to her that she told him, tell jokes and cuddle up to her at night like they used to, despite the strange goo which Lily's body now produced that dripped on him when he was near her.
But this day, 7 weeks and roughly 3 days since he was taken from home and roughly 3 weeks since Lily had returned, he did nothing. He sat in the corner, eyes red and blood-shot from crying as he just stared at the ground. He had given up. His heart now shattered beyond belief and repair, leaving the ever-present feeling of a hole inside his chest.
The imposter of Lily, sitting in the center of the room watched Maddox with dead, golden eyes. She watched him for a little while before standing up and walking over, her face blank and void of emotion.
Maddox, upon hearing her walk closer slowly raised his head. But he did not regard her with his past hopeful yet sad eyes, but instead regarded her with pained, angered eyes. A snarl crossed his features as he stood up and yelled at her. His voice glitching, spazzing randomly and holding a metallic tone at the force.
" D-d-d-dd-d-don't com-m-m-m-me near m-m-m-m-me! " he screeched, anger filling his voice. The imposter stopped moving closer to him, and instead just watched him from a distance as Maddox continued to vent his anger towards this situation.
" I...I H-H-H-H-H-H-HATE-E-E-E-E YYYOU! " he screeched, eyes blazing, " YOUR-R-R-R-R-RR-R NNNNNOT L-L-L-LILY! YOUR A FFFFAKER! JUST KEEP AWW-W-W-WAY FROM ME! "
His hate-filled words continued to spew from his mouth, tears falling down his face and matting the fur it touched. He was angry, furious and betrayed. Lily promised not to leave him. But she left him with this THING! This thing pretending to be her.
His insults and anger continued to be sent at the imposter before they gradually died down to small whimpers as he exhausted himself. His tears kept falling as he mumbled depressed words. " I...I m-m-misssss Llllilyyy...I-I-I-I-I wwaant her b-b-b-back...I just... " his head fell, facing the ground in defeat as he slumped onto the floor. Curling up into a tight ball, he shivered and shook as tears continued to fall along with his words.
He just wanted Lily back, he wanted her laugh, her jokes, her voice...everything...
He wanted her to comfort him like she usually did.
He wanted her back...

Then, a slight nudge disturbed him and when peeking through a gap he saw it was the imposter, watching him with dead eyes as she nudged him once again before laying down next to him and resting her head on his back, her tail stiffly wrapping around him. Maddox frowned and looked away with a mumbled 'leave me alone'. But the imposture did not and only shut her eyes, a croaking noise coming from her throat which Maddox then realized was a distorted, gurgling sounding purr. His tears stopped and shock crosses his face before it crumbled up and his tears came back harder then before. He turned his head and buried it in the dripping fur of the imposter, wanting some comfort even if it was from the thing that wasn't his dear friend...

Story 6-The Monster Awakens
Days had passed since Maddox came to the realization that his partner in this cage, was no longer Lily. Instead, he referred to the imposter cat simply as 'Fake' but when he felt like he just wanted to talk to Lily, even if she was gone, he sometimes pretended Fake was still Lily.
Fake never spoke, but as the days passed Maddox's original thoughts returned. The thoughts of him being a monster.
He became secluded and emotionless, much like he was before, and allowed the thoughts to consume his mind until he was nearly as emotionless as Fake. He no longer cared when the human in white came and took one of them away for testing, and at times he didn't even care about his routine. He followed the same routine day in and day out. Sleep, drink, eat, experiment. It was on repeat, stuck on it even without a day of difference. Colours seemed to fade for Maddox, they too appearing to become emotionless in his eyes.
Everything just seemed pointless.
But then, his routine changed after 1 week. The human in white began putting Maddox through various exercises, training him and testing how far Maddox's small body could be pushed.
Maddox didn't really care though, he didn't care his body slowly became stronger and faster. But what he did notice was what the human said. Something about 'releasing Experiment Lucky into the wild for further experimentation'. Maddox assumed the human was talking about him, being used to the human often calling him 'Lucky' or 'McLucky' when he was in a partially teasing mood.

A few more days passed, and before Maddox knew it he was being fitted with a collar around his neck, replacing the leather one that kept him bound to the lead. This collar was metallic with buttons around the back. Maddox was confused at first, but that slipped from his mind when he and Fake were placed outside. He didn't remember the last time he was the outside. The trees, grass, flowers...everything was as he remembered it and a faint smile began to grow on his blank face. But the smile vanished into a skeptic look as he turned to look at the human in white who held a notepad, observing he and Fake.
The human smirked. " Run along now, I will be watching you...you are of course my darling little Lucky...and a revolution to those plain old Hazard Cats... " his smirked widened. " You will prove my theories right... "
Maddox was confused, clearly, but after a glance around to see if it was safe, he sprinted off into the forest. The joy rushing through him was immense. Every second he adored the wind running through his fur.
He missed the outside.
But his eyes glazed over and he came to a sudden stop, staring up at the tree in front of him as thoughts suddenly hit him. That being that the outside world didn't like him, that he was a monster, that everyone will be fearful of him...
Soft crunching of leaves behind him were heard, slightly distrupting the thoughts as he looked back and saw Fake.
Maddox watched her with faint hate in his eyes before he looked back at the tree. " ...d-d-d-d-d-d-do you want-t-t-t-t-t-t to s-s-s-s-s-s-tay togeth-er...? " he mumbled, his eyes drifting to the ground. He didn't want to be alone in the world, and frankly Fake didn't seem to have the capability to feel alone. But either way, Fake wondered closer to Maddox and stared at him, which he took as a yes before he stood up and began slowly walking. Making sure every now and then Fake was following him as they entered the world they had originally been torn from...

But will Maddox truly become a monster in this new world?

[casiopea]

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►Username:
cheez whiz

► Name:
Oskar Icarus Raskel

►Gender:
male

►Personality:

-determined
he'll go on even if there's no possible way out of something

-somber
he almost always has a sad or serious expression on his face unless
there is something that excites him

-contemplative
he likes to think things through before doing them

-curious
curiosity always gets the best of him, leading him either into
good or bad situations


► Escape:


It was day three. Oskar hadn't eaten or drunk anything for some time. His eyes fluttered open and he found himself in the dry, open desert. He lived here, in a sand-carved "cave" inside a boulder. Or lived, since he slept in different places each night. Oskar slowly got up, his paws aching. His robotic leg felt extremely uncomfortable this morning, and he winced at the pain it made when he balanced his body weight on it. Maybe today he'd get out of this desert, he thought. It had been three days since he had escaped the lab, and he still was bleeding from some injuries. He blinked all of his eyes slowly, feeling a bit disoriented.

Oskar sighed, and muttered something, before limping to the cave's entrance. It was strangely clouded, which to him was a relief. He stretched his tiny paws and his back, readying up for the trek. A soft breeze blew across the desert, carrying up clouds of sand. Today would be a long day. He looked up at the horizon and spotted something, which looked like a building. Oskar got excited and took off running, but the building didn't seem to get much bigger. He forced himself to run faster, which only hurt his leg even more. He stopped, his leg aching.

"Will I ever get there?" Oskar asked himself. "To the safe place? To the city? Away from the lab?" He sighed and trotted along the dry desert area, admiring the red stone arches and boulders. He saw a couple of lizards scurry across his path, reminding him of his hunger. He caught a lizard and ate it, but it wasn't enough to fill his empty stomach. Oskar licked his lips, raising his eyes to the building on the horizon. He shook his head and turned his head. He spotted a trail of blood following him, and realized it was coming from him.

His wounds ached, and so did his leg. His tail drooped, and he had to drag it along, only making his journey worse. "Can it really get any worse than this?" he asked himself, growling. "I'm getting to that building, whether it takes me a year or not. But I'm not going back to that terrible lab." Oskar's body gave a shudder as he remembered that terrible night. He trudged on, determined.

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he walks on:

Oskar winced as pain coursed up his shoulder. He had reached his limit for the day. He tried to stretch his leg, but it still ached. Oskar looked around for a place to stay the night. He settled on a boulder with a ledge and some space, like a small cave. As he settled down, he tended to his wounds with some quick bandages. He fixed the bandage over two of his eyes, and sleep finally got the best of him. His eyes drooped shut, and he was whisked off into a deep, dark dream.


❝ Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.❞


he dreams:

Oskar found himself standing in a deserted town area. He looked up and saw the building, the building he was trying to reach. The town, more like a city, was large with roads and streets and shops and all things good. He smiled at the thought of friendly cats in this town, and he saw a feline shape in the shadows. He stumbled back, startled. The feline crawled up towards him, and he saw it wasn't like any cat he'd seen at all. It had a robotic tail, with something that looked like lightning inbetween the tail and the tailtip. It had something on the sides of it, a circle shaped...grate? On its forehead, it had a bandage covering up one eye. The feline creeped up to him and hissed in his ear, "It's a dangerous path you walk, do you dare to walk it?"

he wakes:

He woke with a start, but then realized that wasn't such a good idea. His leg popped, which hurt a lot, but after moving it around a bit he found that it didn't hurt as much anymore. Oskar looked outside, the sky just beginning to lighten up. After stretching, he went hunting and caught a couple of lizards. They weren't enough to fill his stomach, but it was fine because some of his hunger went away. As he trekked through the desert area, Oskar found small clumps of grass on either side of him. He got excited and began to run. He passed larger clumps of grass, then larger, until the grass went up to his shoulders. The building wasn't far ahead, but it would take him a couple hours to get there.
He let out hoots of delight, and kept running until his legs gave out.


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he keeps:

As Oskar finally got to his feet, he spotted a small bag on the ground. He stared at it curiously and picked it up. What did it hold inside? Is it dangerous? All these thoughts swam through his head until curiosity got the best of him and he opened the bag. He took out a small first aid kit, which he thought would be useful for him since there were some wounds he had that needed to be treated. The next thing he found was a pouch of gold coins. He smirked, gold coins would be useful for buying things in the city where he was going. There were many useful things in there: a flashlight, a small dagger, a canteen half-full of water, and a small blanket, fit enough for two small hazard cats.

Oskar drank out of the canteen. The water felt cold on his dry tongue, and it washed down his raspy throat. He flinched, the water was like sandpaper scraping down his throat, but it was better to drink water than to die dehydrated. He slung the little bag over his head and continued walking on his four paws, feeling a little bit better. His tail didn't feel as heavy, his paws weren't as tired, and his eyes weren't drooping from exhaustion. He felt fine.

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eyes that see all:

Marble crouched low in the grass. He saw the other hazard take his bag and continue walking. He muttered something under his breath, obviously furious. Who did he think he was? Taking his stuff and walking away like that? For the next few minutes, Marble stalked his victim, careful not to trod on any dry grass since it crunched underfoot, and careful with his tail, because if it went through a blade of grass, he'd be caught.

The hazard in front of him finally came to a stop. Marble examined his victim. He had spiky hair from the tip of his head to the tip of his...tail? He had more than three eyes, which was strange for a hazard, and he was bleeding. From the robotic tail to the grate to the eyes on his face, they were bleeding, but it was more subtle bleeding than intense bleeding. His eyes were wide and they constantly drifted back and forth from blade to blade. Marble crouched low, waiting.

Finally, his victim took out his bag and opened the first aid kit, dressing his cuts, bruises, and wounds. One of his legs looked like it was in an uncomfortable cast, but then as Marble examined closer, the "cast" was part of him. Whoever experimented on this kit was plain evil, he thought. The kit finally settled down to rest, maybe take a small nap.

Marble waited until the kit fell asleep, then crawled into the clearing. However, his tail didn't wish to cooperate, and it gave a satisfying buzz as it went straight through a couple blades of grass, cutting them all in half. Marble flinched at the sound, and the kit gave a little mew, as if knowing there was danger but he was too tired to sit up. Marble sighed in relief. He looked down at the bag. He could take it and run, but seeing this kit in such a fragile state, he decided not to. He looked up at the sun. It was mid afternoon, the sun would go down in a couple hours. It wasn't safe out here in the open grasslands at night, so he'd wake the kit and take it with him to some safe place.

Marble had traveled through this grassland many times. He knew places other hazards or animals didn't, he could easily find food, water, and shelter here. He waited a couple minutes before waking the kit off. He knew it'd be a bad start, but oh well. It was eat or be eaten in the great grasslands, and both of them couldn't risk sharing the same fate.

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he wakes again:

Oskar winced as a paw pricked his side. He woke with a start, scrambling to get up. "Huh?" he said, half asleep. Slowly blinking, his eyes came into focus and he saw another hazard cat in front of him. He leaped into the air and started running, his bag in his jaws. He quickly slung it over his head and kept running. The hazard cat was coming close behind, until Oskar felt the hazard tackle him to the ground. "Hey, kid!" the hazard growled. "Listen! The sun's about to go down, and it's not safe in the open, so you're coming with me!" The last thing he saw was the half blue, half-gray eyes of the hazard before he was knocked out. Did his journey end here?

into the shelter:

Marble dragged the kit through the stalks of grass. It was getting darker, and he muttered something under his breath. The kit wasn't that heavy, but when Marble dragged him, there was some sort of heavy feeling on his shoulders. Maybe the kit was sharing his pain? Marble shook the thought away, that couldn't possibly be happening. He focused on finding a place to make a shelter, or one of the spots he knew. Marble finally found a place to shelter, which was good, because later on there was a light drizzle. He settled down, keeping an eye on the young kit. Was the kit travelling to the city as well? So many thoughts spun in his head, but sleep took over and Marble felt himself drift off.

☢

[kittykore]

mark

[aerofox.]

Username: Foxyisthebomb1987
Amaro Simon Winchester
Its what I call myself

Nicknames: Mari, Si, Winch, and sparks
Obviously i'm Male

About wrote:
Likes and Dislikes
✓ Navy Blue
✓ Spaghetti
✓ Relics/ Old stuff
✓ Classical games
✓ Ruins
✓ Violence

✗ Crowds
✗ Scientists/Labs/Related
✗ Pink
✗ Spicy food
✗ Glitter
✗ Neon/Bright things

Song
Clarity

How can a young cat be so old?

Maro is still a spark, yet he has the intelligence of a grown cat. He sometimes feels like an adult trapped in a kits body. Because of this, he has become, Crazy. He is constantly shaking a little, even when he is sleeping. He has high levels of Paranoia, always checking, thinking, fearing. Onet= third of the time he is paranoid. The second third her is completely insane and violent. The last third. or even less, he is normal. Crying sometimes because he is sad.

Personality
Maro has Dissociative identity disorder, more commonly known as multiple personalities. It is an untreatable case, but therapy would help. He obtained this disorder the same way he obtained his extras. His is major with the personalities, but minor compared to normal. His multiple personalities don't have names or history, just different characteristics. He also has anxiety and schizophrenia.

History

Just a Spark
Amaro lived in a civilized village, with many other cats. Amaro was still a kit. He was happy all the time. Happiest in the tribe even. That wasn't for long. In his village, hazard cats were viewed as gods and goddesses, angels among cats. He had always wanted to meet one. Everyone did. A year or so later, he signed up for a "science camp." His parents sent him here because he used to always want to be s scientist. There weren't many takers for the camp, just a small group. It was fun. He went to a camp at a place called cosii, a place full of logic, and life.
He and the six others were taken to a child friendly room, very wide, and lots of technology. Cogs whirred around him. A slight echo in the room. There was a wall with many contraptions, all connected. A huge funnel at the top allowed sparks to use a contraption to fire balls in. There were a few other contraptions involving balls, and things like wind. The kits were allowed to play around whereever, just as long as they didn't break anything

Science
Maro, being the nerd he was, jumped right over to the railroad builder. He was having his own fun, building a long track, when two of the scientists walked by. Maro sprung out of his seat and followed them. He asked question upon question, but didn't get any answers. What he didn't know is that they were annoyed at him. They had a great idea though. They turned around.
"Hey, kid. D'ya wanna help with a "Science Project?"

Maro obviously followed them, as he was just a curious kit. He wanted to help his heroes with their project. "You'll be the perfect specimen..."
was the last thing he heard. He blacked out, knocked unconscious by a mysterious force.

Specimen 4c
Amaro woke just to see blaring white lights, and only to hear silence. One of the scientists raised a paw, with some sort of saw. Everything went black again, this time with pain. The Next day...

Maro woke up with a jerk, once again, only to see his reflection in a mirror. Hideous, is that me? was his first though. It sure was him. He noticed something not there before, a dog-tag with the words Specimen 4c on the front, and G.E. Labs, Hazard Cat. He wiggled around a bit until he felt the straps around his neck and his right leg. He looked like a messy disaster. There were markings, writing, drawings covering his body. Probably what they'll do next he thought to himself. Only as he was thinking did he realize his surroundings. A laboratory. His death, probably. He strained his neck to see a stack of paper, with the top one reading "Special Project."

Below were the words Normal Kit to Hazard Cat, living specimen.

A picture was there also describing what it had meant. They're going to turn me into a Hazard Cat?!?! Living, did the last one die?!? It came to him that he spoke his thoughts. Quite loudly. "So you're awake, huh? Not for long...
All he felt was a needle, then numbness.

The Project Logs
From then on things got much worse. A week later, he woke up again to the splitting pain on his left. A robotic leg was implanted. He tried to struggle, but immediately stopped, as he was is such pain. The lab was becoming more cluttered, a newspaper strewn on the floor with the headline Cosii is responsible for a missing kit? They were looking for him. It gave him hope.

He checked the calendar once more. It has been 12 days since he was last awake, and saw the headline. The lab was a mess. This time, when he woke up, his ropes were loosened. Someone here cared about him. The other ones were practically choking him. He leaned up in pain to see the mirror again. Another cat here must want him to see his suffering. He was a wreck. On his chest he had the signature hazard cat screen, and a grate of the same manner on his sides. He noticed he was wheezing. His screen displayed a battery, looking at a critical percent. In the legends, it was stated that hazard cats screens reflect their health. Unhealthy. Great diagnosis, Doctor he echoed sarcastically in his mind.

Day 32
Again, 13 days. Time was growing longer in here. Minutes seemed like hours, days seemed like weeks. He saw a distant glow through his slitted eye. He jumped up just to see he was in a glass "container". The glass was impenetrable. When he looked back he observed that his tail was cut short, with metal attached. When he first entered the lab, he thought being a hazard would be amazing, and he would be like a lion. This is just the opposite. He looked like the after-effect of a tornado. He spotted his tail tip beside him, disconnected from his tail. He lurched up just enough to hit his head on the ceiling, causing a minor migraine. His tail was connected by, uh, Magic? He really was unsure. Energy, some unknown force? He thought he'd never know...
Until he saw Energy Tail-Complete on a paper. So it WAS energy.
His migraine caused him to sleep well just then. Or maybe it was the sweet-smelling air.

Day 56
Almost two months, his paranoia has kicked in. He is fearing more, but also becoming braver. He woke up one morning, thinking he was getting his third eye next. Nope. He now has seven eyes. The professors came in, picking and pushing, asking and rambling. Most of the questions were about his eyesight, which was unnaturally good. At this point his fear has gone to anger, then insanity. He sees things, hears things, and thinks he is a superstar in hhollywoodd. He is crazy enought that even the most cruel of the group is starting to get worried. The next month was just filled with an outdoors simulator, testing his ability. Despite his condition, he is an amazingly agile cat. Somehow he is super agile, yet still limps. It is noted that it hurts when he walks

Day 83
Maro was released. Somehow, the secret orginization that he was being tested by was found, and sent to jail for crimes against cats. It turns out thay they had nothing to do with cosii, so it was released from charges. There were around 16 other test subjects, all started as cats. Now they were, something else. The insane ones were sent to special therapists, who helped them over their anxiety and such.
'Cept Maro wasn't treated. The insane cat was sent home to his family, who tried to help him. He ended up more sane in the end, but ran away from home. He left all he knew to stalk in his village's shadows. He became shifty, grumpy, mad. He was referred to as a demon, though just a spark. He turned four years old a few days later. Friday the 13th. May. Born in 2012. His legend overwrote all the previous ones, referring to him as the dark one, told at campfires to scare young kits. He had no bad or extremely evil intentions. He went from a completely extroverted cat to a complete introvert. Sympathetic ones tried to talk to him. Maro kept growling the same chant. Sympathetic is pathetic. He has only been able to talk to the "Special ones," as he has stated. His third eye power lets him gravitate towards cats who he needed in his life. Strangers became guardians.

To this day, Amaro Simon Winchester has sulked around with a pack of cats, all wearing pitch black capes. His crew protect and obey at all times. They are there for support. Only the chosen ones.

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I winced as my paws touched the cold, hard ground. I have never felt so relived, so alive, but yet so dead and bottled up. I was finally free. Shouldn't I be happy? I was clueless on where to go. My mind, a twisting enigma, an unsolvable maze I needed to solve. A lot has definitely changed since I've last seen this village. New houses, new cats, new things to fear. My parents probably won't recognize me. Better just try anyway.
My back was strained from carrying the wait of my fears. Also because of my bag, and its odd placing. It felt weird, yet so normal to walk through this village. What feels,... wrong?
Screeches ring out among whispers, fretting the small beast walking in. What was wrong, my entry? I rushed into the bushes, where loosely armed cats crowded. My mother and father. I called out. They were struc with confusion, then grief. Their little winch, now an unspeakable creature. My parents took me in. I got the basement. I fled as soon as I could from the back, running toward a strange area. It seemed to be calling me. After dashing a mile or so, a bright cat jumped out of the bush, sending a shriek of pain through me. I wail. The cat jumps away. "A-are you hurt? So sorry,... Sir?"
The cat gave me a loving look. Something about this cat was, different. I gasped in shock. A REAL hazard cat.
"Please, call me Jelly!"

[ArizonaT3a]

Username:
Kage the shadow
Name:
Devlin
Gender:
Male
Art/Story:

RESERVE! <33 ;n;

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Wow, wish I had time to try out, but I can't beat these forms anyways. Great design!

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Username:
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Name:
Quentin
Quentin is a French male given name from
the Latin first name Quintinus, diminutive form
of Quintus, that means "the fifth." -Wikipedia

Gender:
Male

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Story:
It was just after dusk in a quiet and small town. The sky was very dark and covered in clouds, lit a dark and deep shade of blue. Rain splashed against the cold and damp ground as a figure dashed behind the houses along the silent street.
Quentin, a young male kitten, leaps up and hides in the outside of a window on a two-car garage. Shivering, eyes tired yet ears alert, he sits down on the windowsill and thinks.
He had run away from his home after his owners not being kind to him and he was much weaker than his siblings. He didn't get nearly as much attention as he wanted, his human family was poor, and he just couldn't live there, always fighting just to get some food. He was regretting running away now, but there was no turning back from where he was. He sighed, but then jumped when he heard the barking of a dog nearby.
Not taking the time to look back, Quentin jumped up and ran the opposite way, as far and fast as he could. He ran faster than his paws could stand, and he tripped, soon splattered with freezing cold water. He got up and kept running, even though the sound had vanished.
Out of breath, the orange kitten eventually slowed down. He panted and sat down in the wet grass. His eyes were trying to close hard, and he started to lean forward, until a sound echoed through the dead silence. It sounded like a door, and then footsteps. Quentin looked back sleepily, and saw a large humanoid figure in the distance, too dark to see the features of. He stood up and ran again, but was a bit slower due to being tired. As his blue eyes opened more, he found himself against the back of a house, and still heard footsteps nearby. They sounded as if they may have been slow or cautious. Quentin dashed under the back porch of the house, ears alert and eyes wider than before. He was more awake now, and scared as the footsteps got closer. The poor kitten meowed quietly, praying he would not be seen, but it was too late.
A pair of large boots approached the porch, and the person wearing them ducked down to see Quentin. The human reached under the porch for the shivering kitten, and he cowered in fear but could not avoid the large hands taking him from his safety. The man held the kitten and stroked his fur carefully, and soon Quentin was warming up and falling asleep as he was taken from the rain and into the human's house.

Quentin woke up about an hour later, curled up on a couch and wrapped in a blanket. He was no longer cold, and he found small portions of cooked fish in front of him. He freed himself from the blanket with some difficulty and quickly started gnawing on the fish, knowing he needed to eat something sooner or later. He had finished a small piece when the human that found him walked into the room. The kitten backed toward the blanket for safety as he watched the person, his wide blue eyes filled with curiosity as it sat down slowly and reached its hand out to the kitten.
Quentin sniffed the human's hand, memorizing the scent. This guy seemed friendly; he saved the poor kitten from freezing out in the rain, and gave him food. Maybe he could trust him. It did seem like his only option.
Time passed, and Quentin felt safer around the human. He surely would be treated better here than at his previous home, and he believed nothing could separate the two. Everything was going great, and he couldn't wait to have a decent home for once. He could finally be happy.

But he was wrong.

WIP. I hope it's okay if I have a story and artwork..?

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Ends in two days, please begin finish up your forms if you haven't already ;v;

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Due to request, this has been extended to the 13th ;v;