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Hazard Cats are felines with long limbs and robotic parts. Their tails are made of metal with some form of energy in the center that holds it together. Glass screens are installed into their chests that show the cats' health in the form of a heartbeat, glowing orb, or even something else. The color of the glow on the screen matches their eyes, which typically have hollowed pupils. Some cats have static on their screens, but beware. Those cats are as dangerous as they are rare. Grates are positioned on each of the cats' sides and aid in breathing. Depending on the cat, steam, mist, or liquid can come from these grates. They have three eyes, but the one in the center is almost always taped down or covered with a band-aid. This is done due to the hidden and sometimes dangerous powers that the third eye contains. Large eyes allow them to see in extremely low levels of light and their big ears help them hear potential prey miles away. Thanks to their strong legs, Hazard cats can reach speeds up to fifty miles per hour and leap near ten feet up.
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│|How do they cope with being deaf?|
Cyber has developed a few talents that help her out with her deafness. Most of these are pretty common for deaf people so it's no huge surprise she learnt how to do them as well.
The first little trick is lip reading, though it doesn't always work because most of the time lip-reading involves guessing work.
The next little trick is hard to explain but Cyber is still able to detect sound waves. She feels the vibrations inside her ears and her mind tries to put them into a logical sentence that would hit the sound waves, though unfortunately this little trick only really works if Cyber is close to someone and they are not whispering.
The final little trick is is not some fancy thing she learnt to do or complex machinery to help Cyber hear, but just her state of mind. She accepted that she was deaf and had never heard a sound even before she was a kit and she knows others may find her hearing lose hard to cope with but, she managed to get herself to not care. Though, I suppose she cares a little because when she managed to get herself in that state of mind and stopped acting depressed about never hearing a bird call, she began learning the above two things to help her hear in a way and tried to learn other ways. So, in conclusion, this 'little trick' is just her accepting she is deaf but not letting it get to her like it did in the past.|Likes|
Flowers
Birds
Colour Blue
Beaches|Dislikes|
Never hearing
a sound
People treating
her differently
Being forgotten
or left out|Personality|
Cyber is a bit of a depressed cat inside but she rarely lets this get to her. She can be happy and supporting of others but sometimes she might act a bit to hyper and crazy, which is her way of cheering herself up. Though due to Cyber only relying on herself to be happy she has very slowly become even more depressed because at times she feels extremely lonely even with company.
Sometimes, if you ask her if she wonders what a bird sounds like. She will just say 'I know what it sounds like, but I don't hear it's song like others'.|Left in silence|
(Cyber is a kit in this)
Cyber watched from the corner of the nursury as other kits ran about and played with each other. Her face was that of a sad one as she felt the vibrations of all the noise echoing in her ears, yet they meant nothing to her.
Cyber's pale green orbs cast downwards at the floor as she sighed. 'Why can't I hear?' she questioned herself as she felt tears form in the corners of her eyes. ' I just want to hear my mummy...why can't I do that?'
A whimper escaped Cyber's mouth, though she didn't notice the noise but she did notice the shadow that appeared in front of her.
Cyber's head snapped up to look at one of the helpers at the nursury. Cyber didn't know this helper but he gave her a sad smile.
His mouth opened to say something but Cyber had no clue what he said. As he spoke words she would never hear, more tears formed and fell from her eyes.
Instantly, the helper looked panicked that Cyber was crying harder and he kept trying to talk to her to no avail. Eventually, one of the older helpers came over and shook her head at the other helper as she muttered some words at him. The male helper had a look of shock cross his face before he looked at Cyber with a sad look.
After that, both helpers walked away from Cyber.
'No one wants to stay near a deaf kit' Cyber thought angrily to herself, though soon after that thought, the male helper appeared again with a ball clutched in his mouth. He gave her a smile and dropped the ball before gently nudging it towards Cyber. Cyber watched the ball bump into her front paws but quickly she got the hint and nudged it back to the male. The male grinned at her and swatted it back with a paw, though he hit to slightly to the side of Cyber so she had to slightly dive to hit it. A faint smile appeared on her face as she and the helper played for a bit longer though they used different toys to play together. And for the first time since Cyber went to that nursery, she went home smiling and couldn't wait to see the helper again.



























I yell for someone
Anyone
No reply
No answer,
yet you stand in front of me.
I didn't expect a reply.
At least not one I could hear.
Silence
This curse haunts me.
The familiar silence is like a mocking bird.
Always there, yet nothing I can do.
Sometimes I swear I hear something,
yet nothing ever answers.
You stare blankly,
I see you answer, yet I hear no words.
Silence.
I only recognize the loud voice in my head,
the only thing that ever responds.
Silence.
You are here for me.
But are you really?
You can try, but I will never hear your mellifluous voice.
Never shall I hear the chirping and singing of the birds.
Never shall I hear the faintest peep.
I'm used to the familiar silence.
At least I can depend on it
for always being there.
Silence.
Soaring through the clouds.
Thousands of thoughts
like thousands of feathers.
Each one is shaped differently,
yet all for the same purpose.
The silent bird blends in with the others,
yet everyone knows it's different.
Silence.
He watches over the earth,
waiting for something
besides his thoughts,
to call out to him.
Silence
Pretending to fly
Pretending to soar.
Pretending to fit in.
One friend can change the world.



Dislikes
♠Frustration of silence
♠ When cats try to talk to him
♠ Discrimination
♠ Large crowds
♠ Under estimating him
♠ Waking up early
♠ Swimming
♠ Kittens
♠ Most cats besides his
closest friend
Likes
♠ Smell of rain or
brewing storm
♠ Aspen ((Future cat
name..))
♠ Idea of sound
♠ Rain
♠ Sun shine on pelt
♠ Unique smells
♠ Picking out things
most cats wouldn't see

Username: Splatter
Name: Citrine(After the gemstone)
Gender: Female



Speech wrote:"I cannot hear your insults like others can but I can feel them.
Your glares... You spat at me but I refuse to take it.
You... Trolls. We were told you weren't real..."
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You and all your kind lived underneath bridges,
Had ridges for ribs that dropped off into empty chests as if your hearts were all stolen treasures,
As if an excavation crew were hired to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feel.
And while the world above you invented the wheel, you stayed put,
Knowing it would one day need to roll over top of you to get to where it's going.
You had an endlessly flowing supply line of food.
You began to brood over humanity and made meals of our hope,
As if crushing our spirits would make your mirrors cast better reflections than the ones they gave,
As if the only way you could save yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one would notice you hiding in it.
You learned to knit pain into a kind of camouflage,
Treated hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your next meal.
You lived off of our fears, as if you could taste what we feel.
And every night, as the moon read bedtime stories to sunlight.
You took darkness as an invite to head out into the world,
You curled your hands into wrecking balls, your breath became squalls, you made rocks rumble, you made land shiver
You made boys and girls pray that someone would deliver them from you we told them you aren't real.
Then one day, the world changed, but you all stayed the same.
Just migrated from living underneath bridges to living underneath information super-highways.
Days and nights became meaningless, each already deepened
Chest became an abyss that no one would ever find the bottom of.
Concepts like love fell into your gravity, we turned ourselves into life preservers hoping to save as many as we could,
But the fathers who stood guarding closet doors and the mothers Who secured the floors underneath beds,
All shook their heads not knowing how to deal with you.
You, who crept into our lives with tongues like knives stabbing your words into our skin.
You began to begin uploading yourselves into our homes you had computer screens for eyes, and software for bones.
You turned your hate into stones and hurled them at beauty,
As if you couldn't bear to see anything other than ugly, anything different.
You had fingernails like flint, and scraped them along decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch fire.
You all had smiles like one-way barbed wire not meant to keep us out,
Meant to keep us in. Voice like a firing pin, you spoke in explosions
it isn't cute. It isn't funny.
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"We are still stuck with you. Just like you are stuck with you."
----Credit to Shane Koyczan----
She often says what Shane says in order to get her point across.
She knows what he says because Mello told her through sign language and
had shown this to her to aid her in the awareness.





Likes;
Exotic flowers, astronomy, gemstones, anything that shines,
learning through books and visual demonstrations,
being an inspiration, poetry, helping.Dislikes;
Selfishness, quitters, traitors(Never forgives those),
rushing into things without thinking, the cold, ice.
Occupation;
(Current)
Disability AwarenessHobbies;
Reading, writing, studying the stars,
studying gemstones, collecting exotic
flowers to give out to others.

Any plans for after she finishes her awareness goal?;
She has a few plans in mind. However these plans might be held off for a while as she continues
to spread the word out and tries to abolish the belief of those with disabilities in them not
being able to function throughout life or even be able to work and/or do anything at all.
Once she finishes the main and big goal, she plans to become either an author or an
astronomer. She could combine the two as well. Writing about stars as she studies them more.
Having more resources as an astronomer, she'll be able to study the stars more and it's constellations.
With that, she could put that writing in her book and possibly combine the stars and the ones with
disabilities together by comparing them.
She also feels that this could lead her to medical research.
She is actually hoping for that because this could help her get a more in-depth look into those with
disabilities and disorders. The biggest disorder she finds is autism and often looks into that.
This strengthens her studies and expands it to disorders to the common and rare ones.
This will take pretty much her whole life to complete.
Search for answers can't be completed in merely a month.
Therefore she will choose this as her life long goal
just by using medical research, being an part-time author, and being an astronomer.





What is her personality like?
Only a tad bit of her personality is explained through here.
Yes she is a hard-working hazard when it comes to her goals.
However there are a few things that aren't said about her.
She is a pretty tense hazard so nervousness isn't uncommon
when it comes to her. She gets nervous when under pressure.
She also tries to avoid danger as much as possible and
that goes for fighting as well as she hates to do that.
She calls herself a lover not a fighter though when she
has to fight she will but only for what's right.
Being a strong believer, she feels strongly about those
who cannot be heard or listened to because they are
underestimated. She tries to give aid in their quest
to be heard and actually try to get through life without
being treated differently and being looked down upon
by their peers.
She is a rather 'closed book'. Also that she is not open to
tell everything to just friends. Only to close friends(Not
necessarily ones whom she is in a relationship with.).
Often at times this can be mistaken for selfishness.
However, she hates being mistaken for this as
she is pretty giving and kind.
She's very dedicated which follows along with being
hard-working. She is not known to give up so easily.
Making her a stubborn hazard at times. Once she
has her mind set to something, it's near to impossible
to change it.
She can be allocentric at times. Caring about others'
feelings and interests. Also that this makes her quite
considerate. Sometimes she cares a little too much.
She can be tricked however she isn't really gullible.
Sometimes she ends up caring about
the wrong and/or bad person since she is so caring.
Whatever the other hazard is doing has to be
convincing to trick her.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFeeling sound
This might sound a little confusing but it's really simple.
Citrine can't hear but she can feel quite well.
She can feel the beat of a drum or the loud sound of a bass guitar.
Since she can, she enjoys it as it's almost like hearing music itself.
You see the louder the instrument, the better she can feel it.
When you hear something loud it kind of rattles you in a way.
It's quite hard to explain but simple to understand once you
grasp it's concept.
Her senses are enhanced with the loss of one.
Thus making up for it.


Hello! My name is Sketch, formerly Splatter.
Currently my hobbies are commissioning art, playing games,
and drawing
I'm pretty open to talking with anyone and everyone
so feel free to message me!

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