Post by Heatherpool on Apr 11, 2008 17:34:38 GMT -5
NAME: Heatherpool
AGE: 11 moons
GENDER: she-cat
CLAN: ThunderClan
PERSONALITY:
APPEARANCE:
HISTORY:
As a kit I lived with my mother and two brothers as a kittypet. My father had been a rouge and had died just before our mother had had us. It was a good life with my mother and brothers. The twolegs were very nice. The only sad thing in my life at that time was that I hadn’t known my father.
Then one day when we were old enough my brothers and I was given to other twolegs. My brothers went together a few twolegs down from our mothers’. I was given to some twolegs on the opposite side of her den. I was glad that we were close together.
But my twolegs were horrible to me. As soon as they got me they threw me out of their house and into their backyard. Then a huge dog came running at me. It jumped onto me and squished the air from my lungs. Then it got off and started clawing at me. I was powerless I didn’t know how to fight back so I lay there while it attacked me.
When the dog finally got bored of hurting me I ached all over. I slowly started to stand, but the dog had hurt me too much to walk. So I yowled hoping the twolegs would hear me and help. They came, but when they saw me they just turned around and walked back into their den. I yowled again, but that time they yelled at me. So I didn’t call again I just started licking my pelt trying to stop the hurting.
The next morning I woke up in exactly the same spot. There was a food dish beside me with hardly anything in it. I ate it all hungrily. Then I walked stiffly over into the twoleg garden and made myself a nest.
The next day the dog beat me again and the twolegs fed me the next day doing nothing about my wounds. I lived like this for a while, visiting my brothers and mother when ever I was strong enough. They tried to help me and give me some food, but one day my mother told me horrible news.
My brothers’ twolegs were moving away and that her twolegs were moving too. So I went over to my brother’s twoleg house. They looked at me sadly and told me that they would miss me. I told them I would miss them too and I would love them no matter how far away they were. I rubbed against them and licked then and they licked me back. Then I had to go and say goodbye to mother. We said goodbye and licked each other. Then I walked back to my twolegs’ backyard. I sat on the fence looking back at the houses where I knew my mother and brothers were now, and would be gone from soon. I would miss them very much. Then I jumped down from the fence and I lay down in my nest.
I was heart broken my. My twolegs didn’t care for me, their dog was killing me, and the only family I had was going away! I didn’t know what to do!
One rainy evening I dragged myself onto the fence post of the yard facing the forest. I was licking my wounds when two cats came stalking out of the undergrowth. I jumped up and hissed at them and they hissed back at me.
They looked horribly thin and scarred, it made me wonder if their twolegs were like mine. Mean and uncaring. When the brown tom spoke, I nearly jumped out of my pelt.
"What's a kittypet like you doing out in the rain?" he sneered.
I flinched, but managed to reply, "I live here if you don't mind."
Both toms seemed surprised at my answer, as if they expected me to run.
"Don't you know what Clan cats do with kittypets like you?" he asked. There was that word again, 'Kittypet' he had said. What in the world was that? By the way he spoke I could tell he was flirting a bit even though it was rough.
"Why would I care? I don't even know what a Clan is or a kittypet for that matter," I hissed.
I couldn't tell because the rain was so thick, but I thought I saw a flicker of a smile on the other tom's face.
"A kittypet belongs to twolegs, just like you do." I could tell the brown tom was mad again. Perhaps it was because she-cats usually fell all over him. I just thought he was annoying.
The brown tom flicked his tail and spun around, heading into the forest. The could tell by the way he had flicked his tail that the grey tom was supposed to follow, but he didn't for some reason.
He looked at me with his yellow eyes then whispered, "I'll come tomorrow." I had hardly heard it, let alone registered it into my mind, before he left.
AGE: 11 moons
GENDER: she-cat
CLAN: ThunderClan
PERSONALITY:
APPEARANCE:
HISTORY:
As a kit I lived with my mother and two brothers as a kittypet. My father had been a rouge and had died just before our mother had had us. It was a good life with my mother and brothers. The twolegs were very nice. The only sad thing in my life at that time was that I hadn’t known my father.
Then one day when we were old enough my brothers and I was given to other twolegs. My brothers went together a few twolegs down from our mothers’. I was given to some twolegs on the opposite side of her den. I was glad that we were close together.
But my twolegs were horrible to me. As soon as they got me they threw me out of their house and into their backyard. Then a huge dog came running at me. It jumped onto me and squished the air from my lungs. Then it got off and started clawing at me. I was powerless I didn’t know how to fight back so I lay there while it attacked me.
When the dog finally got bored of hurting me I ached all over. I slowly started to stand, but the dog had hurt me too much to walk. So I yowled hoping the twolegs would hear me and help. They came, but when they saw me they just turned around and walked back into their den. I yowled again, but that time they yelled at me. So I didn’t call again I just started licking my pelt trying to stop the hurting.
The next morning I woke up in exactly the same spot. There was a food dish beside me with hardly anything in it. I ate it all hungrily. Then I walked stiffly over into the twoleg garden and made myself a nest.
The next day the dog beat me again and the twolegs fed me the next day doing nothing about my wounds. I lived like this for a while, visiting my brothers and mother when ever I was strong enough. They tried to help me and give me some food, but one day my mother told me horrible news.
My brothers’ twolegs were moving away and that her twolegs were moving too. So I went over to my brother’s twoleg house. They looked at me sadly and told me that they would miss me. I told them I would miss them too and I would love them no matter how far away they were. I rubbed against them and licked then and they licked me back. Then I had to go and say goodbye to mother. We said goodbye and licked each other. Then I walked back to my twolegs’ backyard. I sat on the fence looking back at the houses where I knew my mother and brothers were now, and would be gone from soon. I would miss them very much. Then I jumped down from the fence and I lay down in my nest.
I was heart broken my. My twolegs didn’t care for me, their dog was killing me, and the only family I had was going away! I didn’t know what to do!
One rainy evening I dragged myself onto the fence post of the yard facing the forest. I was licking my wounds when two cats came stalking out of the undergrowth. I jumped up and hissed at them and they hissed back at me.
They looked horribly thin and scarred, it made me wonder if their twolegs were like mine. Mean and uncaring. When the brown tom spoke, I nearly jumped out of my pelt.
"What's a kittypet like you doing out in the rain?" he sneered.
I flinched, but managed to reply, "I live here if you don't mind."
Both toms seemed surprised at my answer, as if they expected me to run.
"Don't you know what Clan cats do with kittypets like you?" he asked. There was that word again, 'Kittypet' he had said. What in the world was that? By the way he spoke I could tell he was flirting a bit even though it was rough.
"Why would I care? I don't even know what a Clan is or a kittypet for that matter," I hissed.
I couldn't tell because the rain was so thick, but I thought I saw a flicker of a smile on the other tom's face.
"A kittypet belongs to twolegs, just like you do." I could tell the brown tom was mad again. Perhaps it was because she-cats usually fell all over him. I just thought he was annoying.
The brown tom flicked his tail and spun around, heading into the forest. The could tell by the way he had flicked his tail that the grey tom was supposed to follow, but he didn't for some reason.
He looked at me with his yellow eyes then whispered, "I'll come tomorrow." I had hardly heard it, let alone registered it into my mind, before he left.