[Kyar]

Name::

Cinder, male

Personality::

That sound. Cinder bounded up to the
windowsill, ears swiveling, pupils dilated,
eyes scanning the horizon as nerves raised
the fur on the back of his neck. What was it?
Where was it coming from? He twitched his
tail anxiously, carefully stepping down and
pacing around the room once before returning
to the glass pane, searching desperately
for answers. Thawhoosh. There it was
again! The sound made him flinch, legs bent
in anticipation, and honestly… preparing to
run. What was outside? What was doing this?
Thawoosh. He darted behind the couch,
jamming himself in between the wall and
the soft, comforting cushions, even though
he knew his hind legs were still exposed. He
didn't quite fit, but the pressure on either side
of him was remarkably soothing. He breathed
in. Thawoosh. His head slammed up against
the top of the couch. "Ow," he whined, shaking it
off with what little movement he could manage.
"Okay. Deep breaths, Cinder.You can do this."
Thawoosh. He flinched. And then slowly,
carefully, he wiggled his way back out and very,
very carefully slipped through the front door.
That sound! And now it had a crackle to it, sending
him a good three inches straight in the air,
his ears back, tail raised. And his eyes turned
to the source, finally daring to… wait. Was that…
Thawoosh. … The sprinkler hitting the house.

Cinder spends his days worried, worried
about being worried, or worried that he doesn't
feel worried. But that doesn't make it all bad.
His favorite place to snuggle away is back
behind the couch, though the top of the kitchen
cupboards is another wonderful place to
be - even if he's a little big to squeeze up there,
and his legs have to dangle a bit to keep
him from getting stuck. That happened once too -
not a great day for him, let's just say.
He's hardly one for romance, but when he finds
a trustworthy companion you can guarantee
he's going running to their side at the first sign
of danger. Once he's latched on you know
you have a friend for life - if you can get past his
need for near-constant panic. But you
never know, maybe someday he'll be able
to break out of his shell. For now, well. At least
he isn't always behind the couch.

To be built on. :)