BEFORE YOU HEAR THE STORY, YOU MUST KNOW, EVEN IF I DO WIN FIRST PLACE, I WILL NOT ACCEPT THE PRIZES!!!!
Name::
Broken... Like a broken mirror
Age::
I dont know to be honest. So long as passed that I was in the dark... I can honestl ysay I dont know
History::
I have had it better thain other cats, I have herd some truly sad tails about cats lives, I was blessed comared to others. But I stil lwished it was a littel different
Personality::
He is a kind cat ,that often keeps to himself, and lets himself be intertained by his own thoughts. Broken loves everyone, even thou it getts hard for him sometimes. But he has never felt love in a "I love you" way. He enjoys helping others, but he can never say no to anyone in fear of dissipointing them. he hates hurting others, and will do anything possable so he wont hurt them, even self sacrofice.
Dreams::
To find someone that can look past my physical looks, and see who I really amd and accept me for me
Broken turned to look at all of his older siblings play around him by tackling one another, and play biting eachother. Two of his older silbings were wrestling by scratching. But not Broken. He sat in the corner, nuzzled into his mother's side feeling her warmpth raideate off of him. "Mama. Why cant I play with my brothers and sisters?" Broken asked as he looked up at mothers pale face. As she looked down, her blue eyes twinkled. "Because baby, you arnt as strong as them. You are the runt. So you will get hurt." Now, Browkn never herd of this word before. runt. "Mommy, can I switch sissy for a day and she can be the runt?" But his mother only anwsered in a soft chuckle before lifting her head to watch her children play.
As he grew up, that is how everything worked. His siblings got to eat first, play, learn how to hunt, learn how to fight, everything first thain Broken. Sometimes, Broken didnt even get a chance to do anything. And no matter how much he hated it, Broken learned to accept his life and everything that came with it. No mattwer how much it stang him.
Soon, his oldest brother left to find a mate. Less thain a week later, his brother came back with a beautiful fae. And it happene one by one. His siblings went off, found a mate after only a little time of knowing them, and came back to show off their "love". Finally, Broken was the last adult without a mate. So he aproached his mother, who started to become weak and frail with age, and with a kind soft voice, Broken asked. "Mother. When may I venture out to find a mate? All my other siblings have been sent out to find love, in order fom oldest to youngest. Im all thats left."
Broken's mother looked up at her son, and she said, "Never my boy. You are much too small, too weak, you cant even do anything for her. You cant hunt, you cant fight, you cant do anthing that a she-cat would want in a mate. Dont yo usee that? Your basicly useless. besides, you must stay by my side nad help me. Im old now, and you have no fae to take care of, and no one that cares for you. So you need to stay and help me."
The words seamed t burn in Broken's ear, but he nodded to his mother. Many days passed, and each night, at the stroke of midnight, Broken would gently step around his siblings, and their mates which were snuggled together in the large den undergrownd, and he would leave the den and look up at the night sky, his eyes filled with longing of love and someone to care for him.
Broken lost track of the days, weeks, mounths, and even some years before his mother died. There was a quiet funeral as his mothers corspe was gentl yset ablaze, a funeral for a king. One by one, each child of the mother cat set a stick on the fire with their mother in it so shwo their respects. Except Broken. Who wasnt aloud to from his mother's request before she died.
The night after she was buried, Broken went otuside to look at the moon again like every night. But this time, he looked at the woods and started to walk tords them, without even thinking about it, he left home. Not caring about hsi family, or anyone else anymore. So he just... Left.
And he never looked back.
He never figured out how far he walked .All he knew, is it was far. He watched the moon change shapes and was fully round three times. Even thou Broken has never been far away from home, he never stopped walking. He never knew where he was, or if he was going to live over the night. But he kept going.
Some nights, he found already dead meat adn was full, others, he hasnt eaten in days and he felt as if his stomach was eating itself. Many days as he was walking, Broken wondered if it was the right thing to do. Leave. But he never thought of it too much.
Finally, after mounths of going no where, and seeing no one, Broekn stopped in the middle of a clearing and lowered his head, and started to sobb. He felt like he has been holding in all of his sadness until that one point, like a volcano, slwoly building up until it explodes. His whole body shook and trembled as he cried. "
Hello?" A soft fae voice behind Borken made him stop, mid sob, and jerk his head around in fer. There, was a jet blck fae with spotts of yellow and white spattered on her rump. Her soft blue eyes filled with worry, "Are you ok? You look like you are lost... My name is Kili... Whats yours" She asked, her soft voice echoing in Brokens ears.
Broken... Like a broken mirror
Age::
I dont know to be honest. So long as passed that I was in the dark... I can honestl ysay I dont know
History::
I have had it better thain other cats, I have herd some truly sad tails about cats lives, I was blessed comared to others. But I stil lwished it was a littel different
Personality::
He is a kind cat ,that often keeps to himself, and lets himself be intertained by his own thoughts. Broken loves everyone, even thou it getts hard for him sometimes. But he has never felt love in a "I love you" way. He enjoys helping others, but he can never say no to anyone in fear of dissipointing them. he hates hurting others, and will do anything possable so he wont hurt them, even self sacrofice.
Dreams::
To find someone that can look past my physical looks, and see who I really amd and accept me for me
Broken turned to look at all of his older siblings play around him by tackling one another, and play biting eachother. Two of his older silbings were wrestling by scratching. But not Broken. He sat in the corner, nuzzled into his mother's side feeling her warmpth raideate off of him. "Mama. Why cant I play with my brothers and sisters?" Broken asked as he looked up at mothers pale face. As she looked down, her blue eyes twinkled. "Because baby, you arnt as strong as them. You are the runt. So you will get hurt." Now, Browkn never herd of this word before. runt. "Mommy, can I switch sissy for a day and she can be the runt?" But his mother only anwsered in a soft chuckle before lifting her head to watch her children play.
As he grew up, that is how everything worked. His siblings got to eat first, play, learn how to hunt, learn how to fight, everything first thain Broken. Sometimes, Broken didnt even get a chance to do anything. And no matter how much he hated it, Broken learned to accept his life and everything that came with it. No mattwer how much it stang him.
Soon, his oldest brother left to find a mate. Less thain a week later, his brother came back with a beautiful fae. And it happene one by one. His siblings went off, found a mate after only a little time of knowing them, and came back to show off their "love". Finally, Broken was the last adult without a mate. So he aproached his mother, who started to become weak and frail with age, and with a kind soft voice, Broken asked. "Mother. When may I venture out to find a mate? All my other siblings have been sent out to find love, in order fom oldest to youngest. Im all thats left."
Broken's mother looked up at her son, and she said, "Never my boy. You are much too small, too weak, you cant even do anything for her. You cant hunt, you cant fight, you cant do anthing that a she-cat would want in a mate. Dont yo usee that? Your basicly useless. besides, you must stay by my side nad help me. Im old now, and you have no fae to take care of, and no one that cares for you. So you need to stay and help me."
The words seamed t burn in Broken's ear, but he nodded to his mother. Many days passed, and each night, at the stroke of midnight, Broken would gently step around his siblings, and their mates which were snuggled together in the large den undergrownd, and he would leave the den and look up at the night sky, his eyes filled with longing of love and someone to care for him.
Broken lost track of the days, weeks, mounths, and even some years before his mother died. There was a quiet funeral as his mothers corspe was gentl yset ablaze, a funeral for a king. One by one, each child of the mother cat set a stick on the fire with their mother in it so shwo their respects. Except Broken. Who wasnt aloud to from his mother's request before she died.
The night after she was buried, Broken went otuside to look at the moon again like every night. But this time, he looked at the woods and started to walk tords them, without even thinking about it, he left home. Not caring about hsi family, or anyone else anymore. So he just... Left.
And he never looked back.
He never figured out how far he walked .All he knew, is it was far. He watched the moon change shapes and was fully round three times. Even thou Broken has never been far away from home, he never stopped walking. He never knew where he was, or if he was going to live over the night. But he kept going.
Some nights, he found already dead meat adn was full, others, he hasnt eaten in days and he felt as if his stomach was eating itself. Many days as he was walking, Broken wondered if it was the right thing to do. Leave. But he never thought of it too much.
Finally, after mounths of going no where, and seeing no one, Broekn stopped in the middle of a clearing and lowered his head, and started to sobb. He felt like he has been holding in all of his sadness until that one point, like a volcano, slwoly building up until it explodes. His whole body shook and trembled as he cried. "
Hello?" A soft fae voice behind Borken made him stop, mid sob, and jerk his head around in fer. There, was a jet blck fae with spotts of yellow and white spattered on her rump. Her soft blue eyes filled with worry, "Are you ok? You look like you are lost... My name is Kili... Whats yours" She asked, her soft voice echoing in Brokens ears.
