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UsernamePeachFuzz
Kennel Number318
UseI have decided recently I want to adopt more simple, less complicated characters. These simpler characters are often overlooked by potential adopters while the extremely complex designs cause a stampede. My other reason is that I'm bad at copying complicated designs, so when I draw my complex characters it often doesn't turn out very good, but my simpler ones do. So my simple characters end up with more and better art x3 I hate seeing characters gathering dust in the kennels, but it's not really any better to have them gathering dust on my character thread, is it?
Kat will be used for stories, art, and possibly roleplays. She will have her own post in my character thread, of course. I will pamper her, ordering and drawing loads of art, and loving her to bits! <3
NameKat
Genderfemale
Specieswolf
PersonalityCurious // Clever // Protective // Loyal
Resentful // Impulsive //
History/BackgroundKat, a young wolf, not much older than a puppy, cowered in the corner of a tiny cage. The bars were made of strong metal, leaving no hope of escape. The floor was bare, with no bedding or even food or water. A large hand reached in and grabbed the pup by her scruff. She squirmed but the hand gave no notice. Swinging Kat roughly, the hand held her up to its face. The face of a man, scratched and scarred.
"Lookie here, pup. I don't want to be here anymore than you do, but I've got a job to do. Don't make this hard."
Kat whimpered. She was scared of this man, and by his words she figured she had reason to be.
The man slammed Kat down on a table, making her cry out in pain. Then he took a key from his pocket and unlocked a large cabinet that was on the wall above the table. He pulled out a metal stick that had a thicker end with a stamp of sorts. The stamp was shaped like an exclamation point. He then proceeded to dip it in a bucket of thick black liquid. The liquid was bubbling and steaming.
"Don't struggle," the man said, pinning Kat to the table with his free hand. "It will only make the pain worse."
Kat screeched as the metal stamp was pressed to her hip, a horrible burning sensation followed. The liquid burned through her fur and top layers of skin, forming a perfect purple exclamation point.
"Done! The pain should subside soon." The man washed off the stick in a nearby sink and placed it back in the cupboard. He picked up Kat and shoved her back in the cage, slamming the door shut and latching it. Then he exited the room.
Kat looked around the room, taking in everything. She had been too scared the night before when she first arrived to notice the other cages. But now she saw them. A row of cages identical to hers lined the opposite wall. Each one held an animal, except the last one. The last one was empty, and the door was wide open.
"Hello!" a voice exclaimed. Kat spun around to spot a tiny red fox sitting on the counter next to Kat's cage. He was thin, his ribs visible under his scrawny pelt. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes sunken in.
"Who are you?" Kat growled, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
The fox smiled. "Jack. Little Jack, actually."
Kat nodded. "Do you live here?"
"Not out of my own free will, but yes." Little Jack replied.
"So you're trapped here? What do they do to you? What is this place?" Kat rapidly fired questions at the little fox.
Little Jack put up a paw. "Please, one question at a time."
"Sorry," Kat apoligized.
"Apology accepted." Little Jack said. "I was brought here about four months ago. I was stupid enough to fall for one of their tricks and ended up in a snare. When they found me I was half dead already. They tossed me in a truck loaded with other dying animals. It stunk really bad and there was no food or water. About a quarter of the animals were dead by the time we got here. It was awful."
Kat was shocked. "That's terrible! Why would they do that?"
Little Jack shrugged. "I guess they're experimenting on us for some project. I don't really know."
"How did you get out of your cage?" Kat asked.
"The latch doesn't lock. The Brutes-"
Kat interrupted him. "Brutes?"
"Yeah, they're the ones who run this place and experiment on us. That's what we call them anyway."
"Oh."
"Uh oh, I gotta go!" Little Jack yelped. "The Brutes are coming back."
He hopped off the counter and ran across the floor. Leaping gracefully onto the other counter, he slipped into his cage and closed the door just on time. The man from earlier entered the room. "Feeding time!" he barked.
Many of the animals pressed their faces against the cage bars, obviously excited. Kat sat up straight, her nose testing the air. There was a faint scent of... chicken? Sure enough, the man approached Kat's cage and pushed a scrap of chicken through the bars. It was a tiny piece, barely the size of a mouse. But she scarfed it down gratefully. She wished she had water to wash it down.
"The chief will be in in an hour to check on your progress and do some experimentation." With that, the man left the room.
Kat shuddered. More experiments? She had had more than enough for the day after that dreadful burning.
She heard a jingle and looked across the room to see Little Jack flipping the latch on his cage. He slipped out and went over to another cage. Using his teeth he pried open the loose lock and the door opened. "C'mon, don't be afraid," Kat heard him whisper. A small orange and white kitten tip-toed out of the cage, looking around nervously.
"Where- where- Where am I?" the kitten stuttered.
Little Jack flicked his tounge over the kitten's ear. "Don't worry, little one."
"I want my mommy!" the kitten cried.
Little Jack sighed. "I know..."
He had been so quick to greet Kat when she first arrived, she figured Little Jack must have been here for a while and become the sort of "official welcoming committee." But he obviously didn't have a lot of experience dealing with orphan kittens because it looked like he wasn't quite sure what to say to comfort the crying newcomer.
"You'll be with her soon, don't worry," Little Jack reassured the kitten. "Now why don't you get some sleep?" He nudged the cat back into the cage and closed the door gently. He headed back towards his own cage, but Kat called out to stop him.
"Wait! Come here."
Little Jack made his way over to Kat's cage, and tilted his head questioningly. "Yes? What's up?"
"What's going to happen to that kitten? Will she really see her mother again?" Kat questioned him.
"Yeah, she'll see her again," the fox nodded, a sad looking crossing his face. "But not in this world."
"What do you mean?" Kat asked, confused.
"They get a lot of kittens in here. All the time. But they're not used for the same things we are. Experiments, I mean. They kill the cats instead."
Kat gasped. "They
kill them? Why?"
Little Jack shrugged. "I don't know why exactly. I think it's for their blood or fur or something. It's the sad truth of the matter: none of us are safe. Us wolves and foxes survive a little longer than the others, but it doesn't matter. In the end we all die."
Kat shook her head fiercely, refusing to believe it, trying to convince herself that what the fox said were lies.
"I'm sorry," Little Jack whispered.
Kat watched as he went silently back to his cage without another word. She lay down in her cage and rested her head on her paws. She tried to stretch out, but it was impossible in the tiny space.
Kat had completely forgotten about "the chief", until she heard the door creak open. She watched as a tall, gruff looking man with a scraggly beard walked in and headed towards Little Jack's cage. She noticed he walked with a slight limp, his right foot tilted at an odd angle. The man yanked open the cage door and grunted. He reached his hands in and grabbed the fox who was now backed against the back wall of the cage.
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by ~ dawn ~ » Fri Dec 19, 2014 1:13 pm 
