[HannahBug]

What's a Hazard Cat?

Hazard cats are felines that have been partially mixed with robotics. They have tails made of metal that are severed in the middle, but connected with some form of energy. A glass screen rests on their chests. This screen shows the cat's health with heartbeats or a glowing circle. The color always matches the cat's eyes. Some cats' screens are full of static. Beware, these are dangerous as they are rare. A small grate can be seen on both sides of the cats' bodies. They breathe through these grates, so it's impossible for it not to be there. What comes out of the grate differs from cat to cat. The most common is steam, uncommon is sound, which is accompanied by mist, and the hardest to find have goo seeping out between the bars. They have three eyes, but the one in the center of their forehead is almost always taped down or covered with a band-aid. It is said that this third eye allows them to paralyze their targets. The pupils are most commonly hollow in the center, but can be regular of slit. Large ears and eyes allow them to see clearly in all levels of light, even in pitch blackness. Their hearing is very advanced and they can hear sounds even higher than dogs can. Their legs are very long, like those of maned wolves, bringing them up to speeds of fifty miles per hour.

It's not as stupidly complicated as it looks, don't worry |D
I'm not too fond of this one, but I'm posting it anyways cause the designs I don't like seem to be popular...
It's kinda hard to see, but this one's extra glow-y~
The eyes, screen, tail, and goo all glow
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Ends May 21st

If I was walking through a sad art gallery

And you were driving through the night

I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease

Beneath the brilliant showroom light


If I was flying on a plane above your town

And you were gazing at the sky

Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured

If you began to wave goodbye

All my life I wish I broke mirrors,

Instead of promises

Cause all I see,

Is a shattered conscience staring right back at me


I wish I had covered all my tracks completely

Cause I'm so afraid

Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel

Or just the train?

▍Username ;; Thunder..

▍Name ;; I am Genesis.

gen·e·sis /ˈjenəsis/
noun
the origin or mode of formation of something.

Now that we have the definition covered, I'll tell you why I chose this name. I was never given a name in my youth, you see. However, I feel empty without one. After all, how am I to introduce myself without an identity of my own? For days I have thought about this. Shall I tell you a little story of names and wordplay?

I remember my birth. I was a spark in a lab, with transparent goo flowing from my grates, my eyes still closed. I only knew that the slime was transparent because I revisited the lab and noticed it. The colorless slime was beginning to strain my breathing; it was all over my left grate as I was lying on my right side.

There were humans surrounding me. I didn't know that I was an experiment at the time, but they talked about me joyfully. My neck was too weak for me to look up into their faces, and my eyes wouldn't open anyway, so I felt a hint of insecurity.

Weak, I couldn't get up. I was beginning to feel dizzy as I couldn't get enough oxygen. One of the humans' gloved hands nudged me, and I was forced to roll over. It was such a relief, as I could feel the flow of air through my grates again.

Some other human cleaned the slime off my grate. It felt uncomfortable, but at least I could breathe well. My left ear was still plastered on my head by the slime; from that ear, the humans' voices scared me. Their distorted words met my ears, and I whimpered.

They carried me somewhere. While being picked up, I made a shrill noise and was able to identify my surroundings. We were going down a corridor. Everything was either dark or dimmed, as the humans made grunts as if they bumped against something once in a while.

I was gently placed on a table. The humans wrapped me with a towel and left me in the room. It was warm in there, as if some heat source was nearby. I whimpered again, and the sound vibrated through the air. As it came back to me, I interpreted that the room was big for me and that something else was in the room, probably the heater.

For a long period of time, I was left in this room. I didn't mind; the humans fed me. Even though I couldn't tell how past the days went by, I knew that it had been well over two weeks when I first opened my eyes.

At this point my sight was still blurry. I could see a light source far above me. The rays were of pure white. The heater was metallic and I was still on that table. A blanket had been draped over a section of it, where I slept. The slime stained some of it, but the humans would probably come and replace it soon. They would pick me up gently, rubbing me with a towel.

However, I couldn't seem to open my third eye. It took me long to be able to touch it with my paw. Something had closed it, preventing it from opening, but I didn't mind. I was too busy watching my surroundings.

But as I was only a spark, how could I not feel amazed by what I saw? Sight is a wonderful gift. I marveled at how accurate my eyesight was getting; the blurs began to disappear. As the hours went by, I lost myself in this new world. How could I not?

Two tall humans opened the door to the room. I was eager to show them that I had opened my eyes. I didn't know why, but since I didn't have a mother, they were all I had. There were probably more of them, but I didn't see any others.

Sad as it was, this was when it began.

I looked up with my two eyes. It was definitely one of the worst decisions I made in my childhood. The first human froze, and I saw a flash of extreme pain in his eyes. At this, the second human backed away. I was, of course, scared. I backed away, looking up at the two tall figures. The paralyzed one was almost yelling, as if his entire body was on flames.

The other one grabbed me and quickly tied a cloth over my eyes. I could feel his hands gripping my sides, preventing me from breathing. I was moved around, still in his hands, as his worried calls were answered. I heard footsteps and angered shouts.

My grates couldn't take any air. I was getting dizzy as no oxygen went into my system. I couldn't open my eyes against the cloth, which was now hurting my head and pressing the fur against my face. I felt myself, handed into someone else's hands.

For some time I was only carried somewhere along the corridor. I was able to 'see' where I was with the shrill noises I made, letting the sound waves come back to me. We were going deep into the corridor. The human kept muttering words in disgust. I didn't know what was happening; who would expect me to, at such a young age? I could hardly comprehend what happened. And as I couldn't breathe, I was getting even more lightheaded.

By the end of the corridor, I blacked out.

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I came to my senses after what felt like days. My eyes stung and my breathing was again strained by the slime. I got up to my paws shakily; something was tied over my eyes again. I was weaker than last time.

My paws were now on some sort of grainy sand. I couldn't identify it by sight, so I made a sudden noise. It traveled across the air, then came back to me. I soon found that I was outside, as there were no walls. There was a line of small trees or something, and on one side was water. Nothing more.

Why was I here?

I didn't know. I tried to take off my blindfold as I knew that, even with my strange new sense, I still wanted to see things the way they were. I sheathed my claws and tried to take the blindfold off. After a while, I realized that I was only scuffling blindly and that what I was doing was useless. I unsheathed my claws hesitantly before I clawed at my face again, trying to take off the blindfold.

"Ow!"

My claws had torn the blindfold, but I had hurt myself in the process. I could feel warm blood trickle down my face. It stung. Of course, I felt scared. I opened my eye, and thankfully it was okay, but the wound was above it, so it made things hard to see.

The only thing that came to mind was to wash the wound. I used my blurry eyesight and combined it with my other senses, locating a small puddle. Odd as it was, as I dunked my face in there, the pain subsided. I said 'odd,' because even though I didn't know it at the time, I was at a beach. The water in the puddle wasn't salty. My only explanation was that I was probably near some baths or something, where the humans had cleaner water. I couldn't exactly remember.

Anyway, I kept my face under the water. My breathing was getting strained again, and my sides hurt. Dust coated my grates and it felt rather suffocating. I surfaced my head and my sight instantly turned better. My right eye was still covered by the blindfold, however, but I was too tired to take it off.

I found a comfortable fern and slept with it as my cushion, even though it was still day.

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I never expected a morning sun to greet me, but this was absurd.

When I woke up, I could see a strange luminescence in the distance. The moon was high in the sky, and even though my wound was closing, I still had trouble opening my eye. With a more practiced paw, I pressed against my wound gently. It was swollen against my eye, so it would have to stay half-closed for a while. At least I could still use noises to help me.

The lights flickered invitingly from the water's edge. I quickly made my way there and looked into the water. Something was making it glow. And this time I wasn't lying. The water was dotted with tiny blue beacons, and when my paws sank into the sand and water spilled into my paw prints, the glowing stayed within it.

Something was going on, but I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that it was simply beautiful. I looked around, even though my sight was limited. The sky was still dark and the moon shone cold rays that ruffled my fur. And yet the water still shimmered. It was all so strange...

Waves started to lap at my paws. I didn't mind; it was cooling my fur anyway. Making sure I kept my grate above the water, I carefully bent down to wash my knees. The water swirled around me, and the strange blue began to stick to my fur as if I was given a douse of blue stars.

But the white stars of the sky were still there. Did they turn blue when they fell, bringing the color of the sky along with them before crashing into these waters? What were these dots? Was it just me? Was I too confused?

Delirium was starting to get to me. I didn't know what was happening, but it felt like I was flying in a pool of stars and dreams...

If only the dream hadn't become a nightmare.

I heard a whizzing sound, like some sort of arrow cutting the air towards me, and something flew right past me, plunging into the water. I heard a "Missed it!" from somewhere, and I could see two shadows from behind me.

Humans. One of them went into the water and I hissed ferociously. The cursed creature didn't back off, but came closer. I was crouching, afraid, when I realized that it was a reckless move. A glowing wave hit my side, and I swayed as water filled my grates. It's impossible to explain what happened next; I didn't know.

All I knew was, when I opened my eyes, either a thousand years or a millisecond had passed. I was held aloft in the water, and I must have been pulled by the tide. Water continued to gush into my artificial lungs, but my one eye was still open. I was slipping in and out of consciousness, and my sight was fading. Dots swam in front of my viewpoint.

Was I going to black out again?

No... it felt like Death's bone-cold hand was touching me, soothing me. Death had no voice. Death could not speak. He could only warn us, but speak to me he did.You'll be safe. Your time has not come. And as soon as pain seared through me, I knew I was still alive. I was hanging on the thinnest thread of life, but I was alive nevertheless. Standing on the blurred border of life and death, I suddenly felt something pulled me by my scruff.

I was hauled out of the water and slammed onto a hard metallic surface. I didn't know what happened next.

All I knew was, when I woke up, I had a new piece of cloth wrapped around me, my sight was almost fully corrupted from me, and my leg was now wrapped. Those filthy humans, they tore the sight out of me, they wreaked me when I was barely alive. They abandoned me, on this very beach.

And so here I am, surrounded by a sea of stars that I would never see again.

▍Gender ;; As you can probably already see, I am a female. I guess you can't see it very well, and I'm sorry for that. I can't remove this blindfold, so if you want to see my face and judge my gender with it, you have my apologies.

▍Personality ;; Gentle • Shy • Watchful • Listening • Fearful • Kind • Concerned • Explorer • Humble • Hearty • Decision-maker • Compassionate

Genesis is nowhere near a show-off. How could she, with no sight? She never brags about her supersonic 'sixth sense,' and even though she lives alone, she is consistently helping the sick animals who wind up on her beach.

▍Home ;; As of now, I currently reside in a small den I built alone, on a beach. The Maldives. If only I could see the beauty in which I live so close to. Have you ever been here at night? It's when the stars fall from the skies and the water glows. When fireflies of blue visit the shore and bathe in the water. It's simply magical; it's when droplets turn into luminescent dust. I've composed poems of my own, so if you would so kindly spare your time and listen, I would be honored to read them out. I know both of them by heart now.

"You Don't Believe in Fairies" by Genesis

You walk to the shore and watch the sunset,
You notice the strange glows up ahead.
You come close, you're not too sure;
Is the water glowing, or is it a blur?

Because you don't believe in fairies,
And it seems a bit surreal.
Has magic dust coated these waves,
Is this enchantment that you feel?

You look down and the water engulfs you,
You step back and wonder if it's true.
You glance left and right, and then at the skies,
Is it so strange, are those fireflies?

Because you don't believe in fairies,
And things look somewhat different.
Has a pair of wings shunned the stars,
Is your sanity really so distant?

You sigh and take a rest,
You decide to make a guess.
You resort to science, and start to think.
Is it all to disappear in a blink?

Because you don't believe in fairies...

"Fallen Fireflies" by Genesis

These waters, glowing so bright,
Expanding seas, ever so wide,
Will you glow for me tonight?

But who knows what these truly are,
When our own death is still so far?
And yet these fallen fireflies continue to glow,
Will they be remembered...
Or remain unknown?

Death stalks us every day,
His face concealed by shadows,
Waiting for that fateful hour,
When he can lead you through the foggy gray.

And that's when you realize that Death is watching,
As you crouch down to see these fallen fireflies.
He hides, you'll never hear him coming,
But one day he'll take you to the skies.

He'll take you by the hands and haul you upwards,
And you won't even remember who you were before.
As he takes you for a walk near the bed of flowers,
You'll meet these fallen fireflies once more.

Don't misunderstand, Death is a friend,
He frees you from loneliness and takes you away,
But when he does so, you'll already know,
What was once tomorrow is now today.

Your Death will be your companion; embrace him,
As these fallen fireflies have embraced theirs.
Their Deaths took them each into the skies,
And their spirits remain here forever...

These fallen fireflies.

▍Images ;; x x x x
please note that I do not own any of these images.

▍Art ;;

Drawing done by the amazing Glitch., picture belongs to National Geographic.

Genesis, trying to protect herself from the humans before she drowned.

▍What Next? ;;

I've already told you everything. Or all I could have told you, that is. I still have my eyesight in my left eye, but I never show it to anyone again. I don't want to hurt anyone. The goo seeping from my grates is now fluorescent due to my drowning. And now I am who I was meant to be.

Surrounded by the sea of stars, cursed to never see its eternal beauty.

[Ultima]

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My art of him:

Username: "Hi, my name is louisequick120! I don't own a Hazard Cat yet, and I believe I may just have found the perfect one!"


Gender: "I think this guy looks male."


Name: "I would like to name him Patient X."


How he got his name: "When the people who experimenting on him were finishing the experiment by looking at his two non deadly eyes, people started to be killed. For some reason, all of his eyes were deadly. As this was a mysterious happening, they named him Patient X. The name, they thought, sounded just like his mysterious ability. That is also the reason why all of his eyes are covered."


Personality: "Patient X is always being serious. He is a natural leader. He rarely shows any form of emotion, leading to those believing he is heartless. Although Patient X cannot see very well, he makes use of his tail to feel his way around his home.


Home: "Patient X often travels around. His favourite place is the local nuclear power plant, as he finds that the glow is very comforting."

His backstory: "From the day he came about, Patient X had been living in a testing chamber. He was being studied by the scientists there. The experiment they were conducting was whether a Hazard Cat could live without company. So they blocked out the windows and sound proofed his room. They fed him by pushing the food through a small trap door.
"After many years, the scientists wanted to check the results of their test. So they knocked him out and took him to the medical room, where they poked and prodded him to check his condition. When they checked his apparently non-deadly eyes, people died. They quickly covered those eyes up by tying a piece of cloth around his face.
"It appeared that nothing significant had happened to the Hazard Cat, but because they considered him an anomaly and a danger to the public, they kept him in the chamber. But Patient X soon worked out where the trap door was, and managed to escape one day. This set off an alarm. The scientists weren't able to find him, as he had already escaped over the fence.
"When Patient X found the local nuclear power plant, he was attracted inside by its glow. The glow reminded him of his own tail, so it reminded him of another Hazard Cat. Because he was so lonely, he entered. He didn't find another Hazard Cat, but instead found that the glow was very comforting, and slept there.
"Now, despite the danger of the scientists still trying to find him, Patient X continues to live in this town to this day. And he still sleeps in the same place he first slept in the nuclear power plant."

His catchphrase: "I have often heard Patient X say "We'll meet again", like one of those movie villains!"


Favourite song: "Patient X often listens to Imagine Dragons. His favourite song is Radioactive. Which kind of explains why his favourite place is a nuclear power plant."


Favourite activity: "Patient X likes to experiment. Most of his experiments are highly dangerous, but then he enjoys them. Although mostly serious, Patient X likes to try silly experiments too."

Favourite book: "He doesn't read. Well, he kind of can't for a start."

Favourite video game: "He doesn't read, but boy does he love his video games. The Portal franchise especially. He can't decide which of the two games he prefers."

How crazy is he?: "Crazy isn't a word in his dictionary. He is completely serious about everything."

Favourite poet: "Well, he thinks that William Shakespeare is an idiot, and to be honest he loathes poetry. And he can't read."

His biggest idol: "Glados from the Portal games. He thinks she is awesome."

What he does when he sees a female: "Nothing whatsoever. He doesn't fall in love. Well, maybe he might."

What he does when he gets annoyed: "Patient X is always tries to keep his cool in every situation. It takes days upon days to actually get a reaction from him. He just simply cannot be annoyed."

What he does when he's around others: "Who said he hangs around with others? Patient X considers himself a lone wolf. He likes to act alone. He hates being manipulated by others, which is why he avoids pretty much everyone unless there is a particular reason why he should be near them."

His worst nightmare: "Patient X claims not to have nightmares, but I don't believe him. His worst nightmare is probably being operated on when not under anaesthetic. He is very paranoid about doctors, after his little incident at the testing facility."

His best dream: "That'd have to be the one where he dreamt about being a human in the army. He loved every moment of it."



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[ryuuhou]

Username: Ƨugar
Gender: Male
Name: Sub-Zero
Personality: Sub-Zero Is one of Those Laid back cats, He will Help If There is no one else Despite His "Blindness". Hes Friendly but Tough along with Being rather Smart!
Home: For some Odd Reason, He Loves the Fridge... He sleeps in there as Well as getting stuck in there too. Overall He Likes colder places- He thinks It Will make you tough! The colder The stronger!

[moved.mov]

Username- .:Rain Gets Wifi:.
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Name- Lueur ("Glow" in French)
Gender- Female
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Personality- A french cat like this one is very energetic. She loves to spring around the caverns where she lives, and is also mysterious, smart, and strong. She slinks in her caves and has traps to cut off human contact from her, as she was kitnapped when she was only a kit. She covers her eyes, but only because she can see right through the cloth. She likes to scare people with that ability.. smart, huh? Another way she protects her home.
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Home- She lives in the Glow Worm Caves in New Zealand. She eats the glow worms living on the cave roofs, where she gets her glow from. The glow worms also effect the goo, that have been seeping from the grates in her body since she was a kit.
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[Vermilion Ink]

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Username:
~.Crow.~

Gender:
Male

Name:
Blainkk




Personality:

The “Madness”
Well... Blainkk isn't your average hazard cat to say the least. Not much is known about him, except for the fact that he appears to be completely off his rocker. He has been known to pace and talk to himself often, shout random words or phrases, and twitch his ears frequently. Blainkk also prefers not to socialize with others for his own reasons, and others are happy to keep their distance.

The Method
Though he may seem like an absolute mental case, if you got to know him, Blainkk isn’t as mad as he seems. When he paces and talks to himself, most interpret this as craziness, but really, he's just in deep thought. The truth is he has a very inquisitive and intelligent mind and if full of ideas on how to fix and improve things. Though he’s also very forgetful and easily distracted. He paces because it helps him think, and mutters to himself to keep a one track mind and try not to forget. He's a natural problem solver and happy to help anyone who needs his assistance. But you'd never know, because most are too cautious or ignorant to approach him anyhow.

When he is in a social setting he tends to be awkward and nervous because he knows how others think of him and he is afraid of being judged because of his appearance or reputation. Also he’s just not used to socializing anyway, sometimes he likes to be left alone to his thoughts, but no one wants to be alone all the time.

Blainkk knows how he is seen to others, so he makes the best of it, if their going to treat him like a nut why not meet their expectations? He takes great pleasure in creeping out other hazard cats that treat him like crap. And he does this rather successfully, after playing the role of “mad man” for so long sometimes he just likes to embrace it.

Another thing that sets Blainkk apart from the rest is he has Tourette Syndrome, a condition that causes repetitive actions or vocalizations called tics, that cannot be controlled. Blainkk’s tics are twitching his ears and muttering certian words and phrases that stick in his head. He does this more often when he gets nervous or excited.


Home:
If you were to ask Blainkk where he lived, he'd tell you he lived among the stars, which of course makes him sound even more out of his mind but, what Blainkk is really getting at is close to the truth. This is because the place he calls home is an old abandoned observatory. Most of it is run down, but he navigates it well. His favorite feature is the giant telescope witch he had fixed himself. He says he likes to spend hours at night, staring through the telescope at the stars.

[Sugar Buck]

A hazard to us all....

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[Thunder.]

If I was walking through a sad art gallery

And you were driving through the night

I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease

Beneath the brilliant showroom light


If I was flying on a plane above your town

And you were gazing at the sky

Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured

If you began to wave goodbye

All my life I wish I broke mirrors,

Instead of promises

Cause all I see,

Is a shattered conscience staring right back at me


I wish I had covered all my tracks completely

Cause I'm so afraid

Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel

Or just the train?

▍Username ;; Thunder..

▍Name ;; I am Genesis.

gen·e·sis /ˈjenəsis/
noun
the origin or mode of formation of something.

Now that we have the definition covered, I'll tell you why I chose this name. I was never given a name in my youth, you see. However, I feel empty without one. After all, how am I to introduce myself without an identity of my own? For days I have thought about this. Shall I tell you a little story of names and wordplay?

I remember my birth. I was a spark in a lab, with transparent goo flowing from my grates, my eyes still closed. I only knew that the slime was transparent because I revisited the lab and noticed it. The colorless slime was beginning to strain my breathing; it was all over my left grate as I was lying on my right side.

There were humans surrounding me. I didn't know that I was an experiment at the time, but they talked about me joyfully. My neck was too weak for me to look up into their faces, and my eyes wouldn't open anyway, so I felt a hint of insecurity.

Weak, I couldn't get up. I was beginning to feel dizzy as I couldn't get enough oxygen. One of the humans' gloved hands nudged me, and I was forced to roll over. It was such a relief, as I could feel the flow of air through my grates again.

Some other human cleaned the slime off my grate. It felt uncomfortable, but at least I could breathe well. My left ear was still plastered on my head by the slime; from that ear, the humans' voices scared me. Their distorted words met my ears, and I whimpered.

They carried me somewhere. While being picked up, I made a shrill noise and was able to identify my surroundings. We were going down a corridor. Everything was either dark or dimmed, as the humans made grunts as if they bumped against something once in a while.

I was gently placed on a table. The humans wrapped me with a towel and left me in the room. It was warm in there, as if some heat source was nearby. I whimpered again, and the sound vibrated through the air. As it came back to me, I interpreted that the room was big for me and that something else was in the room, probably the heater.

For a long period of time, I was left in this room. I didn't mind; the humans fed me. Even though I couldn't tell how past the days went by, I knew that it had been well over two weeks when I first opened my eyes.

At this point my sight was still blurry. I could see a light source far above me. The rays were of pure white. The heater was metallic and I was still on that table. A blanket had been draped over a section of it, where I slept. The slime stained some of it, but the humans would probably come and replace it soon. They would pick me up gently, rubbing me with a towel.

However, I couldn't seem to open my third eye. It took me long to be able to touch it with my paw. Something had closed it, preventing it from opening, but I didn't mind. I was too busy watching my surroundings.

But as I was only a spark, how could I not feel amazed by what I saw? Sight is a wonderful gift. I marveled at how accurate my eyesight was getting; the blurs began to disappear. As the hours went by, I lost myself in this new world. How could I not?

Two tall humans opened the door to the room. I was eager to show them that I had opened my eyes. I didn't know why, but since I didn't have a mother, they were all I had. There were probably more of them, but I didn't see any others.

Sad as it was, this was when it began.

I looked up with my two eyes. It was definitely one of the worst decisions I made in my childhood. The first human froze, and I saw a flash of extreme pain in his eyes. At this, the second human backed away. I was, of course, scared. I backed away, looking up at the two tall figures. The paralyzed one was almost yelling, as if his entire body was on flames.

The other one grabbed me and quickly tied a cloth over my eyes. I could feel his hands gripping my sides, preventing me from breathing. I was moved around, still in his hands, as his worried calls were answered. I heard footsteps and angered shouts.

My grates couldn't take any air. I was getting dizzy as no oxygen went into my system. I couldn't open my eyes against the cloth, which was now hurting my head and pressing the fur against my face. I felt myself, handed into someone else's hands.

For some time I was only carried somewhere along the corridor. I was able to 'see' where I was with the shrill noises I made, letting the sound waves come back to me. We were going deep into the corridor. The human kept muttering words in disgust. I didn't know what was happening; who would expect me to, at such a young age? I could hardly comprehend what happened. And as I couldn't breathe, I was getting even more lightheaded.

By the end of the corridor, I blacked out.

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I came to my senses after what felt like days. My eyes stung and my breathing was again strained by the slime. I got up to my paws shakily; something was tied over my eyes again. I was weaker than last time.

My paws were now on some sort of grainy sand. I couldn't identify it by sight, so I made a sudden noise. It traveled across the air, then came back to me. I soon found that I was outside, as there were no walls. There was a line of small trees or something, and on one side was water. Nothing more.

Why was I here?

I didn't know. I tried to take off my blindfold as I knew that, even with my strange new sense, I still wanted to see things the way they were. I sheathed my claws and tried to take the blindfold off. After a while, I realized that I was only scuffling blindly and that what I was doing was useless. I unsheathed my claws hesitantly before I clawed at my face again, trying to take off the blindfold.

"Ow!"

My claws had torn the blindfold, but I had hurt myself in the process. I could feel warm blood trickle down my face. It stung. Of course, I felt scared. I opened my eye, and thankfully it was okay, but the wound was above it, so it made things hard to see.

The only thing that came to mind was to wash the wound. I used my blurry eyesight and combined it with my other senses, locating a small puddle. Odd as it was, as I dunked my face in there, the pain subsided. I said 'odd,' because even though I didn't know it at the time, I was at a beach. The water in the puddle wasn't salty. My only explanation was that I was probably near some baths or something, where the humans had cleaner water. I couldn't exactly remember.

Anyway, I kept my face under the water. My breathing was getting strained again, and my sides hurt. Dust coated my grates and it felt rather suffocating. I surfaced my head and my sight instantly turned better. My right eye was still covered by the blindfold, however, but I was too tired to take it off.

I found a comfortable fern and slept with it as my cushion, even though it was still day.

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I never expected a morning sun to greet me, but this was absurd.

When I woke up, I could see a strange luminescence in the distance. The moon was high in the sky, and even though my wound was closing, I still had trouble opening my eye. With a more practiced paw, I pressed against my wound gently. It was swollen against my eye, so it would have to stay half-closed for a while. At least I could still use noises to help me.

The lights flickered invitingly from the water's edge. I quickly made my way there and looked into the water. Something was making it glow. And this time I wasn't lying. The water was dotted with tiny blue beacons, and when my paws sank into the sand and water spilled into my paw prints, the glowing stayed within it.

Something was going on, but I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that it was simply beautiful. I looked around, even though my sight was limited. The sky was still dark and the moon shone cold rays that ruffled my fur. And yet the water still shimmered. It was all so strange...

Waves started to lap at my paws. I didn't mind; it was cooling my fur anyway. Making sure I kept my grate above the water, I carefully bent down to wash my knees. The water swirled around me, and the strange blue began to stick to my fur as if I was given a douse of blue stars.

But the white stars of the sky were still there. Did they turn blue when they fell, bringing the color of the sky along with them before crashing into these waters? What were these dots? Was it just me? Was I too confused?

Delirium was starting to get to me. I didn't know what was happening, but it felt like I was flying in a pool of stars and dreams...

If only the dream hadn't become a nightmare.

I heard a whizzing sound, like some sort of arrow cutting the air towards me, and something flew right past me, plunging into the water. I heard a "Missed it!" from somewhere, and I could see two shadows from behind me.

Humans. One of them went into the water and I hissed ferociously. The cursed creature didn't back off, but came closer. I was crouching, afraid, when I realized that it was a reckless move. A glowing wave hit my side, and I swayed as water filled my grates. It's impossible to explain what happened next; I didn't know.

All I knew was, when I opened my eyes, either a thousand years or a millisecond had passed. I was held aloft in the water, and I must have been pulled by the tide. Water continued to gush into my artificial lungs, but my one eye was still open. I was slipping in and out of consciousness, and my sight was fading. Dots swam in front of my viewpoint.

Was I going to black out again?

No... it felt like Death's bone-cold hand was touching me, soothing me. Death had no voice. Death could not speak. He could only warn us, but speak to me he did.You'll be safe. Your time has not come. And as soon as pain seared through me, I knew I was still alive. I was hanging on the thinnest thread of life, but I was alive nevertheless. Standing on the blurred border of life and death, I suddenly felt something pulled me by my scruff.

I was hauled out of the water and slammed onto a hard metallic surface. I didn't know what happened next.

All I knew was, when I woke up, I had a new piece of cloth wrapped around me, my sight was almost fully corrupted from me, and my leg was now wrapped. Those filthy humans, they tore the sight out of me, they wreaked me when I was barely alive. They abandoned me, on this very beach.

And so here I am, surrounded by a sea of stars that I would never see again.

▍Gender ;; As you can probably already see, I am a female. I guess you can't see it very well, and I'm sorry for that. I can't remove this blindfold, so if you want to see my face and judge my gender with it, you have my apologies.

▍Personality ;; Gentle • Shy • Watchful • Listening • Fearful • Kind • Concerned • Explorer • Humble • Hearty • Decision-maker • Compassionate

Genesis is nowhere near a show-off. How could she, with no sight? She never brags about her supersonic 'sixth sense,' and even though she lives alone, she is consistently helping the sick animals who wind up on her beach.

▍Home ;; As of now, I currently reside in a small den I built alone, on a beach. The Maldives. If only I could see the beauty in which I live so close to. Have you ever been here at night? It's when the stars fall from the skies and the water glows. When fireflies of blue visit the shore and bathe in the water. It's simply magical; it's when droplets turn into luminescent dust. I've composed poems of my own, so if you would so kindly spare your time and listen, I would be honored to read them out. I know both of them by heart now.

"You Don't Believe in Fairies" by Genesis

You walk to the shore and watch the sunset,
You notice the strange glows up ahead.
You come close, you're not too sure;
Is the water glowing, or is it a blur?

Because you don't believe in fairies,
And it seems a bit surreal.
Has magic dust coated these waves,
Is this enchantment that you feel?

You look down and the water engulfs you,
You step back and wonder if it's true.
You glance left and right, and then at the skies,
Is it so strange, are those fireflies?

Because you don't believe in fairies,
And things look somewhat different.
Has a pair of wings shunned the stars,
Is your sanity really so distant?

You sigh and take a rest,
You decide to make a guess.
You resort to science, and start to think.
Is it all to disappear in a blink?

Because you don't believe in fairies...

"Fallen Fireflies" by Genesis

These waters, glowing so bright,
Expanding seas, ever so wide,
Will you glow for me tonight?

But who knows what these truly are,
When our own death is still so far?
And yet these fallen fireflies continue to glow,
Will they be remembered...
Or remain unknown?

Death stalks us every day,
His face concealed by shadows,
Waiting for that fateful hour,
When he can lead you through the foggy gray.

And that's when you realize that Death is watching,
As you crouch down to see these fallen fireflies.
He hides, you'll never hear him coming,
But one day he'll take you to the skies.

He'll take you by the hands and haul you upwards,
And you won't even remember who you were before.
As he takes you for a walk near the bed of flowers,
You'll meet these fallen fireflies once more.

Don't misunderstand, Death is a friend,
He frees you from loneliness and takes you away,
But when he does so, you'll already know,
What was once tomorrow is now today.

Your Death will be your companion; embrace him,
As these fallen fireflies have embraced theirs.
Their Deaths took them each into the skies,
And their spirits remain here forever...

These fallen fireflies.

▍Images ;; x x x x
please note that I do not own any of these images.

▍Art ;;

Drawing done by the amazing Glitch., picture belongs to National Geographic.

Genesis, trying to protect herself from the humans before she drowned.

▍What Next? ;;

I've already told you everything. Or all I could have told you, that is. I still have my eyesight in my left eye, but I never show it to anyone again. I don't want to hurt anyone. The goo seeping from my grates is now fluorescent due to my drowning. And now I am who I was meant to be.

Surrounded by the sea of stars, cursed to never see its eternal beauty.

[HannahBug]

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[Thunder.]

Can I please ask for a one day extension? Just one? <3

[HannahBug]

Sure OwO
Extended to May 22, then