username: nindroidzane
cat name: Wisteria
gender: Female
age: 6 years
guild storage: xxprompt: Most cats steer clear from the water's edge.
They'll go to drink, maybe wash off their paws. But nobody goes too close - they wouldn't want to end up soaked, fur bogged down, shivering in the wind.
Wisteria
loves the water. And she always has, even before the battles, won and lost. When she was just a kitten, she'd drift off from fights with her littermates, scoldings from her mother, to stand angrily in shallow puddles that nearly brushed her belly fur, letting the anger melt away into the small ripples she'd create.
As she grew, the water grew with her. When her companions stopped by the river to wash the remnants of battle from their paws, she was there, standing in the center of the river and letting the swift currents carry her sorrows away.
When it was all over, a shaky peace established but so much lost, she'd turned to the lakes, calm and still, to wash the pain out of her heart, letting it sink silently beaneath the surface, resting onto pebbles and sand until she could breathe again.
And after she'd run, the ocean was there, crashing angrily against the cliffs. She'd stood deep in its waters, screaming into the endless, open sea. The sea screamed back, as the tides rolled angrily, crashing and raging against her pelt. She let herself droop, wilting as her anguish was stolen by the seas - as she could finally feel herself again.
Things are better these days, in a new home, surrounded by new cats. It's easier to relax, easier to drift without worry and return without reprimand. But whenever pain or heartache resurfaces, the water remains there for her - twinkling softly under the moonlight, lapping reassuringly at her paws or rushing protectively through her fur. Nothing holds her laments better than water. And for that, she will always be grateful.
