by Malec » Tue Sep 18, 2012 11:53 am
(My scanner has decided to fake its own death( and may I say it was quiet dramatic, and worthy of an applause), so a picture is not going to be posted. I did write a short story, but when I indented it and made it into seperate paragraphs, the spacing disappeared at the beginning of each paragraph. I do not know how to fix this....)
Username:
Malec
Name of weascat:
Zasten
personality:
Zasten is often quiet, and very reserved. She is very kind to those she meets, especially her friends. It is incredibly difficult to make her angry, as she is very patient and understanding. Zasten does have a bad habit of keeping useless trinkets and photos, wich she keeps to remind herself of certain experiences and memories. She is very adaptable and doesn't mind change, even when it is bad. Zasten is the one her friends and family seek out when they are dealing with troubles, as she loves to help in any way.Zasten enjoys traveling and sight seeing, as she has a strong curious nature. She loves to explore, and would like to see as much of the world as she can.
short story or piece of art:
The rainclouds gathered overhead quite quickly, and within moments, rain was beating down onto Zasten's freshly groomed pelt. She peered up at the sky, just in time to see a lightning bolt illuminate the sky for only a heartbeat, then sharply fade into nothingness. Pelt drenched, but spirits high, Zasten continued on her journey home. Others moved by in a blur of movement, all scurrying to whatever destination they desired, as long as it offered shelter from the storm. Rain never seemed to bother Zasten, but others seemed to act as if it were toxic, and the meer contact of water on skin could kill in an instant.
One thing about storms that Zasten wasn't to fond of is the slippery ground, wich at this instant caused her to trip and fall. The same people that she had seen rushing around her before were still doing so, but in a much more disrespectful manner. They raised their voices in anger, telling her to move out of their path. As Zasten struggled to stand back up on the muddy ground, an impatient tom pushed her out of his way. After regaining her own balance, Zasten saw that the tom had clearly lost his own, and was currently scrambling in the mud in a mad attempt to escape the same treatment Zasten had recieved. Seeing his distress, and without a second thought, Zasten quickly hurried to his side and helped him to stand up.
"Thank you," the tom cat told Zasten, who was out of breath from the entire incident and could not reply. While she caught her breath, the tom looked at Zasten untill he recognized her.
" Oh my!" He proclaimed, clearly shocked. "You are the one I pushed out of my way! I am very sorry, miss!"
" Oh, it is really all right. I am sorry I was in your way," Zasten, who had recovered, replied. The tom shook his head and thanked her again, then continued on his rush to his destination, wherever that may be, as long as it was away from the storm and the muddy ground it caused.
Zasten continued on to her own destination, thinking of the tom.
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Malec on Tue Sep 18, 2012 3:19 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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