Paradox in oblivion, you may know. owo
Drifting river, but you may know her as Iceland...
i like the animation, the colors.. I love the pokemon sylveon, and well, they're
based off of sylveon.
warning: if you don't like reading, there's a summary below.History/Story: Drift turned her head to the crowd of cats staring at her shamefully. She hated everyone here, she hated them all. She just wanted to go home, to go home to the waterfall before the fire... To see her mother again, the one who would always be there for her. The one that would remind her that she wasn't a complete failure every time she made a mistake...
Rivers looked back partailly to see that they were still staring at her, even at the very edge of their civilisation. A few of them called out rude names as she did so. She let out a sound of many emotions; anger, sadness, and even fear before she ran out the entrance, hoping never to see them again.
though, she knew she had to if they ever let her back in for what she did. There was no way there was anyone alive where she lived before, even though her parents had told her they would "Be there." She knew that wasn't true. She knew they were
dead. She always wondered why they would say something like that. Say something that they knew wasn't true. Maybe they thought she wouldn't find out. Winter was approaching, and she couldn't go anywhere in that weather without collapsing on the ground and dying.
I really am useless... she thought to herself as she stopped at a small stream, far away from where she lived.
She really did want to go back home, to the place where she was born, where she was never ashamed or screamed at, where she belonged. She asked herself what she would do there other than die. Her immense thoughts were interrupted when she heard a yell rip through the calm noises of the forest. Several cats, most of them were male and strong looking were charging for her.
"Hey! There she is!" One of them shouts unnecessarily. Drift gives a frightened cry as she runs in the opposite direction of the cats chasing her. She knew this would happen, she knew what this group had said last time something like this happened. They were going to kill her. Drift panted, pushing herself to run as fast as she could, even though she had no idea why. They would torture her. That's why. She didn't want to do this anymore, it was an awful thought to her, but she didn't want to live right now.
She stopped by the river, having nowhere to run as they were already forming a circle around her. She let out a small whimper as the cats surrounded her. "You really are an idiot, aren't you?" One of them hissed. The circle was closing in, cats got closer. River was hyperventilating. She looked back to the roaring river behind her fearfully, then at the cats. One of them, she had always thought was their leader stood in front of her.
He looked at her, an awful expression on his face before he striked. River not-so-conveintley dodged it only to fall into the thrashing current below her. She kicked and screamed as she tried despratley to get back to land. Her head bobbed in the water, she thrashed dramatically. One of the cats smirked and looked to their leader. "We got her."
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Drift's eyes flutter open, and she finds herself on the edge of a branch on the river, freezing cold but not wet. She looked up to a tree, squinting as the clouded light of the sun was hurting her eyes. The tree was completley bare of any leaves. A million questions then shot through her brain, causing a pounding pain.
Things went on, and it only got colder. She had decided that she would find her way back to the waterfall where she once lived. She would die there when she got to it, but it would be worth it. She gritted her teeth as she lifted a paw through the snow.
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She saw it. She could finally see it. The waterfall. It looked so beautiful, frozen in time. The ice cascaded down the cliff, still and unmoving. she gasped, choking on her breath. She lifted a paw, willing herself to move forward but then she realized, she was already here. She gave a weak smile, as she lay down on the snow, letting the coldness engulf her body.
That was when I spotted her. A cat, close to their death laying in the cold snow. I picked them up, cared for them and gave them a place to live. They have been with me ever since.
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summary;; This cat was part of a tribe, they did something terrible and ran off, trying to leave but having nowhere to go. A group of cats from that tribe attack her, she falls into the river. She makes her way to the waterfall where she was born, dying. I found her and gave her a home.
personality;; Iceland is a calm and shy cat. She dosen't talk unless talked to and she dosen't speak her opinion unless she knows you very well in fear of getting hurt or screamed at. She tends to spend most of her time alone anyway, Sitting in a tree, drawing, writing or looking at the scenery infront of her. She isn't the happiest cat to be honest, with her past and all. She is easily stressed out. She is afraid of others making fun of her, hurting her or even killing her for a simple mistake.
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