Staff Litter Kiamara 1 - Entry Story

[Puffee]

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[Puffee]

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Here is a piece from Cammi's childhood diary...




June 4th


Mother and father have been taken to the chamber again. Grandfather says they'll be fine, but I've begun to worry. They should be back by now, it's been a week. I can't stand being here any longer.


June 17th


I have a letter I need to send, explaining these horrible conditions. I hope someone who reads it can save us.
Mother is not back yet. Father says she is doing alright, but I don't believe him. When he himself returned, he looked grave. But at least he is back safe. I have told him about my wish to leave, but he said it was impossible. Either way, I am sending the letter. Grandfather told me that there is another, better, village not far from here. I hope Muddy can find it.


June 20th


The letter is sent. Muddy is delivering it right now. I hope someone will find it...


June 24th


Muddy has returned! Unfortunately, he is only carrying the piece of parchment that I wrote on... I had thought for a moment I had a chance...
Father is also back in the torture chamber. This time I hope mother comes out with him.


June 25th


Out of boredom, today I decided to open up my letter and read it. To my surprise, I found that their was a recipient. I read the reply, and it looks as though we can escape by the new month. How fantastic!


June 29th


Father is still in the chamber, and mother won't be coming out. I was looking for food in the trashcans today, and I came across the remains of mother's shawl. It is been stained in greys from the garbage, but was covered in blood stains and torn into pieces. Oh mother, rest in piece...


June 30th


I have crafted the pieces of mother's shawl into wearable items. They are still greyed, but I have managed to hide to blood.
I have put one around my forehead, which symbolizes to always remember and think of my mother. Two have been turned into leg warmers for my front legs, to remind me to always march onward. The last piece was wrapped around my tail, so I always remember to look back, back to past, back to my loving mother...
Grandfather has also given me some old bottle-caps from his drinks. I've used them to tie up my hair. It is grown out of control since mother hasn't been here, she was always the one to cut it for me. Now she has passed, no-one has cut my hair, and it's become quite long.


July 1st


The time has come. A rescuer should come later today in hopes of saving us. Father even got out of the chamber. He gave me an old father of Muddy's too. He says he has kept it since the day I rescued him as a chick. Speaking of which, Muddy is doing well. Anyway, father told me that today was my first day as an adult, which is why I have received a feather. It feels strange to be, what you'd call 'grown up'.


July 1st


I'm currently writing this from the back of a small cart. The rescuers have taken us. Father, grandfather, Muddy, and my cheeky little brother have all been saved. I don't know where they're taking us, but they smuggled us out pretending to be traders. Muddy is flying above. I can hear him screeching with happiness. Mother would be proud of me...




We are finally free!

[Puffee]

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Cammi grew up in a small town in France. It was not located on maps, so very little outsiders knew about it. The trouble was, it was ruled with an iron fist. Everyone that lived there suffered and worked as slaves. It was horrible.

Cammi lived in a gloomy alley. She lived here with her father, mother, grandfather, and newly born brother, who had not yet been named. Cammi's parents were always sent to work, but she, her brother, and grandfather were not as they were either too young, or too old. Cammi's parents were also very strongly against these ways. They often fought with the guards and spies. This meant that they were very often sent to the torture chamber. Here, they would be tortured for a while, before having to return to work.

One time, when Cammi was only very little, she found a baby bird in the trash while rummaging for food. It was ill, and had a broken wing. Cammi saved it, and cared for it the best she could. From that point on, it became a companion, and a friend, to Cammi. Later, she named it Muddy. Muddy was then trained as a messenger. They taught him to take letters, and fly them off to said recipients. Muddy would also bring back the replies to the letters he sent. Of course, they usually just sent things to other poor families in the town, as anywhere else could be quite dangerous.

[ For Muddy's Reference, Click here ~ ]