Username: Mockingbird
Kennel Number: 131
Name [of pet]: Ghost
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Cat
Personality [of pet]:
She is timid and shy, but outgoing if you get to know her. Once you know her well, she's very kind and welcoming.
Background/History:
Fear.
Terror.
Danger.
The words struck her all at once, like a lightning bolt of horror repeatedly shocking her.
The soil beneath her became soft with tears. The tears of sympathy for herself. The memories of her family dashed across her brain.
"Be careful," her beautiful, white mother had warned, "Be careful on your walk, Ghost. Here, take your brother with you," she said in a king, gentle, mother voice, nudging Ghost to her brother.
"No, Mama, I'm a grown cat," she protested stubbornly, though she wasn't a grown cat - she was a month old! Her mother nodded and sent Ghost out of the cave.
And now, here she was, stuck in a huge dirt pit, a soon-to-be lunch, crying frantically and her heart beating a mile a minute. "Mama!" she called out, as loud as she could. "Mama, Mama!"
She kept calling her mother's name until her throat felt like it was bleeding. She couldn't talk any longer, couldn't say one more helpless cry, couldn't produce one more silver tear.
All of it. All of the hope she had once had. It was all nullified now, all alienated. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt something consume her. It clothed her, caressed her in a fine warmth, bathed her in luke-warm sunlight. Ghost shut her eyes tight, pinched them closed, knew this was the end. The end of her life.
When the green [happy now, Aysan? xD] eyes opened after a few minutes of warmth, Ghost saw an odd figure. One she had seen, but hadn't seen before. The shape, it was so familiar to her, but the colors weren't. A petite brown tabby held her head over Ghost. The strange cat had a pink ribbon around her neck. Ghost mewed.
"Oh, you're alive. Thank goodness! Well, I came to my prey trap to get breakfast, but I found you. What's your name, little kitten?" she inquired, tilting her head quizically. Before Ghost could answer, a black tom padded up beside her savior. "Snake," the tabby said, "She's lost. Can we keep her? Please?" she pleaded.
The tom nodded and, before she even knew it, was swept up by him and being swished slightly back and forth, the scruff of her neck being pinched in the tom's canine teeth. "Where's my Mama?" Ghost questioned, to which the tom didn't answer for quite a while.
"We don't know," he explained, "But we'll take care of you, don't worry." Ghost loved the sound of his deep voice. It was comforting.
He dropped her gingerly into a cave with two other kittens. One was a brown kitten, about her age, with the same pink ribbon on her neck. The other was completely black, a bit older and larger han Ghost herself. "Who's that?" the black one asked his father with a confused expression.
Ghost finally soke up. "My name is Ghost." she sighed "I fell into your prey-trap." The female kitten bounded up to her. "Don't pay attention to my brother. He's a big meanie! I'm Ginger, and that's Spider," she said, gesturing to her brother, who stuck his tongue out.
All at once, the fear, danger, and terror faded. Such a beautiful feeling. A smirk appeared on Ghost's face. The earlier singed hope was now fresh, new hope. The other kittens danced in a circle around each other, pawing at their siblings' tail. She was welcome here.
Her daze ended with a grumble of her stomach. Her new mother dropped a teeny, tiny vole at Ghost's miniature paws. Eagerly, she accepted it and scarfed it down whole. Ghost felt as if her stomach had grown three sizes that day.
She hasn't had to worry about nothing since then. Not one thing has made that small kitten, now a full-grown cat, frown. She still wears the smile on her face, happiness still paints her gaze, and she pays no attention to the pain of losing her family.
Use: Roleplay character :3
Other: No C:
Keep this here. :'D
