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[Silver~Shadow]

Red's Kit- #1
"Aren't ya gonna ask me mah name? Oh whatever, my name is Cherry. I have four kit siblings; Mahogany, Cinnamon, Redwood, and Cattail. I'm the oldest, and Mahogany and Cinnamon are the second and third oldest, Mahogany being the second. Anyway, I'll just get some rest..." I said in the most adult-like way I could.

[vhenan.]

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eyes picture
rank ▶ loner
age ▶ 24 moons
relationships ▶ mateless
kinship ▶ none
pluses ▶ adventurous, affable, and nurturing
minuses ▶ slightly skittish, tends to zone-out and can be introverted
scent ▶ cedar and honeysuckle
color ▶ splashed white tortoiseshell
tags ▶ red's kits
plotting ▶ open for plotted mates/crushes
feeling ▶ thoughtful and honored
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Ospyte nodded softly, "Oh... Okay then. It was nice meeting you Cherry... Same with all of you." She ourred.


meh, sorry... writer's block. ;-; }}

[Silver~Shadow]

Cherry
I purred, and nuzzled my fellow kits. Cattails squirmed closer, her eyes still shut, as she was still not even a moon old. I curled around my younger siblings, my tender love warming their cold bodies. I myself was quite cold on the outside, but burning like flames on the inside. Warm, gentle fire, the fire from love. I cuddled closer to my brothers and sisters. I must protect them, as I was the oldest, and it was my duty.

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Red
"Wh-who's there?" I mewed. "Umm... Anyone?" I knew I had scented another cat, but I just couldn't figure where she was. I heard no purring, hissing or any sound at all. I could only smell. I sniffed cautiously, my own fear-scent mingling with that of the other cat. I crept closer to where I thought must've been the cat's location. There I saw her, a white she-cat with mismatched eyes, obviously a victim of heterachromia. I wondered if she had any other condition. Perhaps she could not speak. Maybe that was why I couldn't hear her. It probably was. I settled down, convinced that this she-cat meant no harm. The fur on my shoulders flattened, and my muscles relaxed. My back released itself from an arch, and I decided to curl up on the ground. I waited for the other cat to reply, or if she really was unable to speak, to something. Anything. Practically anything. I didn't care what she did. I was bored out if my mind. I thought of my kits. I thought of Ospyte. I thought of the cat I was looking at right then. I was deep in thought.

Chat area: Writer's unblock.

[vhenan.]

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eyes picture
rank ▶ loner
age ▶ 24 moons
relationships ▶ mateless
kinship ▶ none
pluses ▶ adventurous, affable, and nurturing
minuses ▶ slightly skittish, tends to zone-out and can be introverted
scent ▶ cedar and honeysuckle
color ▶ splashed white tortoiseshell
tags ▶ red's kits
plotting ▶ open for plotted mates/crushes
feeling ▶ bored and slightly upset
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Ospyte purred softly and watched them, her eyes drifting over the little bundles. They were all so adorable, but, what of her? If they'd fallen asleep, despite her anti-sociality, what would she do? She liked having company that was awake and alert, listening to their surroundings just as she. She flicked her tail, sweeping inanimate dust off the ground and into another spot to settle. She flicked an ear, hearing the faint drumming of a metal non-bird.

That's what she called them. The kittypets she'd met said that their two-legs called them 'airplanes', 'aircrafts', 'airliners', and sometimes simply 'planes'. What were they exactly? Ospyte hadn't a clue. She had been told that they moved various items, two-legs, and sometimes even animals! The thought of being in the belly of a metal non-bird scared her. She understood you could come out shaken or unharmed.

She'd be the cat, of course, to zone-out, become shaken, and find a way to physically harm herself. Ospyte was always capable of doing that. This was also the cause of the she-cat's slight limp. She recoiled at the thought, her face contorting into a grimace for a few moments.

[Silver~Shadow]

Cherry
"Mahogany! Cinnamon! Wake up! We've gotta protect Ospyte, Redwood, and our sister Cattail from intruders and such, because we're the oldest!" I whispered loudly, in order not to wake the other two.

Mahogany
"Ugh, do you always have to say that? We know we have to, and we don't need reminders!" I hissed irritably. I made sure to keep my voice down, though.

Cinnamon
"Hmm? Whah? Whawazah?" I said drowsily. I had just woken up. Cherry was always telling us to do something, but sometimes it wasn't the same thing as previously. I waited for her answer.

Cherry
"Grr... You never hear me, Cinnamon!" I growled angrily. "I said we have to protect Ospyte, Cattail, and Redwood from attacks because you are the third oldest!" I also kept a low tone.

[vers]

mood ;; cautious, and hungry
thoughts ;; "now I really wish I could speak"
location ;; in an alley
doing ;; looking around the alley
tagged ;; Criminal Cat/Red
relationships ;; crush on
-------------no one

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c y n c i a
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↱------Cyncia stared blankly at the cat that was coming closer to her. She slowly came closer as well, her ears flattened in fear. She parted her jaws to scent the air, and instantly caught the fear scent coming from this other cat, that was now laying on the ground. Yeah, its times like this I really wish I could speak, Her thoughts muttered as she came to a stop, now not very far away from the she cat. She was completely out of the shadows now, and anything could tell how small she was at that moment. Flicking her tail in greeting, she started to come closer again, but stopped before she could place another paw on the ground. Uh, okay how am I gonna communicate... Tail signals? Guess its worth a try, She thought again before using her tail to point to the scar that ran down her throat, meaning that she was mute and couldn't speak.------↲

[Silver~Shadow]

Red
"So you are dumb? I mean like mute kind of dumb, don't mistake it," I said. The scar looked hideous. "Maybe I can help you. I used to be a medicine cat, although I was a rogue. I didn't work for a Clan. Follow me if you wish to be healed." I waited for her to follow, or to signal a reply.

[vers]

mood ;; cautious, and hungry
thoughts ;; "now I really wish I could speak"
location ;; in an alley
doing ;; looking around the alley
tagged ;; Criminal Cat/Red
relationships ;; crush on
-------------no one

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c y n c i a
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↱------Cyncia looked at the cat curiously, listening to what she was saying. Taking a moment to think, she nodded in reply, and padded over to her, still cautious. You can? How? Tell meee, Her eyes showed how curious and excited she was, though her movements the exact opposite. She was tensed, ready to pounce if it needed to be that way, though she would only attack if this other cat attacked first, whats your name anyway? She thought again, though knowing that the she cat wouldn't hear her, stupid, other cats can't hear your thoughts, Cyncia! Another side of her mind seemed to be arguing with her now, but she agreed with it and continued to look at the cat. ------↲

[Silver~Shadow]

Red
"I'm guessing you're wondering what my name is. It's Red, I'm Red," I said. "Now just follow me." I led the cat to my cave, checking every once in a while to make sure she was tagging along. She kept up well, although I thought she was probably panting in the inside. I led her inside my home. "Hello, Ospyte. Hello, Cherry, Mahogany and Cinnamon. Hello, Redwood and Cattail. I'm home. And I've brought home a patient," I said, flicking my tail towards the mute she-cat I had invited. "She is unable to speak, and I thought I might as well try to cure her." I nestled down on the ground and began chanting things in the cat's direction. I pressed my nose against her throat scar, and continued my chants. I walked away, still muttering ancient words. I pick up some naturally made bee's honey, which was aged under the site if a rockfall that killed a cat. I dipped my nose in the honey and smeared it in the cat's throat. I began sing-chanting and walking 'round the cat, and beckoned the others to do as I was. My kits followed, but Ospyte just watched. The scar was slowly shrinking. "You may speak now, but your voice will always be a bit scratchy and hard to understand to some," I told the cat. "We will try to understand it."