I would like to adopt!
Number:
#14
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Name:
Kahaya, which is Indonesian for "Glow". Haya for short.
Species:
Feline
Personality:
Kahaya is independent and proud. She knows she is beautiful, no matter what others may say. She is has quite and attitude and is stubborn as a mule, but Kahaya's heart is in the right place. She is intelligent and it is near impossible to give her a question that will go unanswered. Haya is a wild child, a party girl. She is fun to be around and has an active imagination. She is a bachelorette, and loves it! Kahaya is a flirt, and it's hard to get her to fall for you. She is hyper and bubbly. Kahaya has a heart of gold and a smile that can light up a sad day.
Likes:
Haya enjoys making other cats happy, partying, singing, dancing, salmon (Yum!), when it rains while the sun is still shining, and a lot of other things.
Dislikes:
Spiders, snakes, cheese, thunderstorms, and self-centered snobby jerks.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
How shall I describe my past? Interesting, yes, very interesting. Hm, it was exciting at times, depressing at others. I guess you want to hear the whole of it? Well, okay, here I go...
I was born with my markings. Well, not all. My eyes were simply teal, they weren't like they are now. And the markings on my tail weren't there. But naturally, I was the freak of all my mom's litters. My sisters were all chocolate brown, with copper eyes. They didn't have the green and purple accents on their eyes, or the stripes on their legs. Mom hated me. I knew that from the moment I looked up at her. She shoved me away from her stomach, left me to find food for myself. My sisters would sneer and snicker. They wouldn't help.
But Daddy... Daddy was a whole different story. I knew he loved me. He didn't just love me because he felt bad that Mom wouldn't. He loved me because I was unique, because i was different. He taught me to be strong and proud, that I am a gorgeous girl and have a beautiful soul no matter what anyone else says. I lived him right back. Anyone could see that. My sisters were jealous. Very jealous. They craved the bond that most daughters and fathers shared, but they couldn't have it. They had lost there chance. I don't feel guilty. They made their decision. But I wish I had done something to comfort them, because they went too far. I'll explain later in the story, I promise, for now listen though.
"Freak." "Spaz." "Loser." That's all I heard from them. My sisters hated me. And, now that I've loved my life and I look back on it, I hate them. They can never find a way to repay me for what they'd soon do. Anyway, I'd scream back at them "SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP!" They'd just snort and continue tormenting me.
I soon got to be three months, and it just got worse. The insults about my eyes, which had just changed their color, were endless. Mom would just sit back and relax, smirking at funny comments and telling me to shut up when I cried. Daddy would glare at her and take me to the garden, where we'd sit under my favorite pansy bush and talk.
But soon, Daddy died of old age. My sisters would go out to his grave often. You think they'd be mourning, right? Wrong. They'd kick their poop on it, call him weak and foolish. And one day... It got violent.
My oldest sister,Rosette, was laughing at a joke she had made about Daddy being stupid. I had been sitting under the pansy bush, cursing them under my breath. When Rosette made that comment, something inside me snapped. I'm not sure what it was; my temper or my patience, but it snapped.
I stood up and shouted in her face: "TAKE THAT BACK!" She just smirked and continued. That's when it got bad. I jumped on her back, digging my claws into her shoulders. I was blinded by fury. I felt teeth in my scruff, trying to yank me off of my brat of a sister, when I realized where I had put my paws- and my claws.
Blood gushed from Rosette's eyes. She weighed on the ground, begging to be able to see again. I stepped back. "Leave!" Mom half screamed, half sobbed. "And never come back!" I thought she was talking to the pansy bush then realized... She was talking to me.
Being the ignorant kitten I was, I did. I walked until my paws cracked and kept on going. I stopped when I was sure I had pit at least a city between us.
Guessing humans were my best shot at survival, I approached the first human civilization I saw. "The Rainbow Floor DanceClub" the sign read.
I stepped inside and was nearly crushed by a dancing human.
Music was playing in a strong, thumping beat and lots of men and women danced. I padded up to a counter and jumped on a chair, then climbed on the counter itself. A pretty young woman with long wavy brown hair and dazzling green eyes smiled at me. "Hey, Catie, look at this! Our very own bar cat!" said the pretty woman. Another human, Catie I guess, walked up. "Awww! Look at her! She is ADORABLE! And her markings are so pretty. Sasha, where'd she come from?" Sasha, I guess the pretty girl, shrugged. "She just walked in. Let's jeep her." she said. The two women looked at me and smiled. Sasha stepped up on stage and introduced me. My name at the club was "Rainbow." I thought it was weird, but it had a nice ring to it, so I went along with it.
Soon, it got a little crazy. Don't get me wrong, I like parties, but this was out of control. People were yelling and throwing glass; it was my time to go. I slipped out of the door and continued on down the road. I met a few stray cats. I also met a really nice one named Shadow. Three words to say: He. Was. HOT! I mean, really, he was! Im getting off topic.
Anyway, I walked down a street, several human homes lining the sidewalk. They looked inviting, so I padded forward to sniff the door of one. Before I knew it, I was scooped off the ground. A six-year-old female human smiled and looked behind her shoulder. "Can we keep her, mommy? Can we? PLEASE?!" she called. An adult human looked at me and her eyes widened. "Get that freakish cat away!" she screamed.
The girl dropped me and I bolted. I kept walking, trying to distance myself from them. I finally stopped and rested. Suddenly, a loud music rang from the house I was next to. It was like the music that played when I was "Rainbow." I smiled and began to dance, crouching down and swinging my tail and swaying from side to side.
I was soon jumping around and spinning, losing all control. It felt good. The window flew open randomly and two girls, I think twins, popped their heads out. I think they were about twelve. One slid out of the window and grabbed me then climbed back up.
"Should we tell mom?" one asked. The other shook her head. "She'll never say yes." Both of the girls looked at me. I looked at them. "Go get her some food, Anna." one said. "Fine. But I get to hold her first, Jessi." the other replied. The second one left and came back with tuna. I can tell you something about tuna; it may seem good, but it is not. Blech.
Soon, summer was over. The girls grew, and suddenly, summer was back. The twins were going into something called "Highschool." I don't know exactly what it is. But it mad ethem really busy. I nearly starved one night!
((W.I.P. But can be judged.))
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If I can buy a tablet in time, will be done soon.