Post by Dyzzie on Dec 1, 2014 23:08:24 GMT -5
[[feel free to skip the parts in italic, it basically just to show how she came to be who she is, a bit xP]]
The she-cat smiled reassuringly down at the young kit, nudging her forward with a prod of the tail, "Go on, now, my pet. Just go over and meet some of the other kits. It won't be so bad once you do it. I know you're shy, but just go try." The kit's ears flicked nervously, before she glanced up at her mother again, "Go on, now. You'll be fine." With her mother's reassuring gaze the tiny kit moved towards the others that were playing nearby. She put on a shy but small smile, as a few turned her way. but they soon turned away again when she didn't say anything to them. She moved a tad bit closer, trying to get someone's attention, to get someone to at least try and talk to her. For someone to really notice she was there. Silence.
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The strange tom shook his head at the she-cat, his features stern, "It's no use, Miss Ray. Ain't no clan gonna take in a kit like her. Not with her issues, her problems. To much of a set back, to much of a burden they'd say." The tiny kit flinched at the words from her hiding spot, her ears down. A burden? Her mother hissed angrily, "My Hush is no such burden! She'd do any clan proud if given the chance! Can't you at least try - please?" She begged the loner who often spoke to the other clans. The tom shook his head, "I already have. None would be willing to keep her and train her. She's just . . . not fit for a clan. Why not try a loner or rogue group? Or better yet, a kitty-pet home. She'd do better there then in the wild. Be reasonable Miss Ray, the wild is no place for a kit like that." A . . . . kit like that. What on earth was that to mean? Her question hung heavy in her mind, not spoken. Silence
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The young kit followed her mother into the two-legger place with uncertainty, looking around at all the two leggers that were walking around, narrowly avoiding being stepped on herself. She didn't like this, why was her mother taking them here? "Keep up, little Hush. Be careful." Her mother cautioned. The kit nodded obediently before moving to follow her mother, keeping close. She tilted her head in surprise when her mother suddenly grabbed her scruff, and she looked around with wide eyes as her mother ran through a yard and up to a porch. Setting the kit down, the kit looked on with confusion as her mother meowed and clawed at the door to draw attention, before jumping from the porch. The kit moved to follow before being pushed back with a paw, "No, my little Hush, you need to stay here. With this nice, elder two-legger. It'll be a good place for you." The kit watched while her mother ran off, her muzzle dropping open in surprise, before turning to the door when it opened, confused and scared, at a loss of what to even think. Silence.
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The youthful kit lay on the silky pillow, curled up in a ball, her eyes half closed as the human stroked her fur, occasionally twirling a piece of the ribbon around her neck, "There now, my little Kitten. We've had a big day, hopefully the doctor will know why you're such a quiet and laid back little thing, instead of wild like most kittens. but don't worry, dearie, I'm certain you're not ill. Now, how about a bite to eat before bed. Come now, Silence. Dinner-time." Slowly the kit uncoiled, stretching out before jumping to the ground and following the two-legger into the kitchen where a high-dollar wet cat food was set on a china plate for to eat, slightly humoring herself. All her life her world had been silent, and now, she too was Silence.
Silence rarely ventured far from her owner's home, where her human could snuggle her with attention and glorious petting. but one of her few friends had wanted her to accompany her to this greeting place, and so she'd dutifully followed. but now she felt completely out of place. The ivory she-cat looked around slowly, the tiny bell on the blue ribbon jingling with the movement, making her stand out more than the nearly fully white pelt (with just a bit of calico-like markings on her ears, tail and back), and blue eyes did. No, the ribbon and bell marked her as an outcast, a Kitty-Pet. Not that Silence cared. She didn't belong to this wild cat world. They'd made sure she knew that when she was a kit called Hush. No, Silence knew better. She was merely here to accompany a friend, and she was eager to leave.
She kept her distance for the others, keeping as far from the actual gathering as she could, standing in the shadows as if it'd help blot out her white fur. She remained only close enough to hear her friend when said cat was ready to leave. but, just because Silence came didn't mean she was going to actually interact. No, what was the point. She was a kitty-pet, and an obviously well pampered one by her healthy, flawless coat, her trimmed nails, and her full frame that spoke of two full meals a day. She was a well loved, and pampered pet to her beloved elderly human, and she didn't belong out here . . . . she never belonged out here. Or so she'd always assumed.
[[Note: This is basically a small trail run to see if I'd want to bring this girly to the site. She has no oddities, super powers, what not. Anything that happens here will not reflect in-character wise if I do make her (unless it's an interaction with a normal cat, or existing character). This is just a test run. ^^ So feel free to reply <3]]
The she-cat smiled reassuringly down at the young kit, nudging her forward with a prod of the tail, "Go on, now, my pet. Just go over and meet some of the other kits. It won't be so bad once you do it. I know you're shy, but just go try." The kit's ears flicked nervously, before she glanced up at her mother again, "Go on, now. You'll be fine." With her mother's reassuring gaze the tiny kit moved towards the others that were playing nearby. She put on a shy but small smile, as a few turned her way. but they soon turned away again when she didn't say anything to them. She moved a tad bit closer, trying to get someone's attention, to get someone to at least try and talk to her. For someone to really notice she was there. Silence.
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The strange tom shook his head at the she-cat, his features stern, "It's no use, Miss Ray. Ain't no clan gonna take in a kit like her. Not with her issues, her problems. To much of a set back, to much of a burden they'd say." The tiny kit flinched at the words from her hiding spot, her ears down. A burden? Her mother hissed angrily, "My Hush is no such burden! She'd do any clan proud if given the chance! Can't you at least try - please?" She begged the loner who often spoke to the other clans. The tom shook his head, "I already have. None would be willing to keep her and train her. She's just . . . not fit for a clan. Why not try a loner or rogue group? Or better yet, a kitty-pet home. She'd do better there then in the wild. Be reasonable Miss Ray, the wild is no place for a kit like that." A . . . . kit like that. What on earth was that to mean? Her question hung heavy in her mind, not spoken. Silence
====
The young kit followed her mother into the two-legger place with uncertainty, looking around at all the two leggers that were walking around, narrowly avoiding being stepped on herself. She didn't like this, why was her mother taking them here? "Keep up, little Hush. Be careful." Her mother cautioned. The kit nodded obediently before moving to follow her mother, keeping close. She tilted her head in surprise when her mother suddenly grabbed her scruff, and she looked around with wide eyes as her mother ran through a yard and up to a porch. Setting the kit down, the kit looked on with confusion as her mother meowed and clawed at the door to draw attention, before jumping from the porch. The kit moved to follow before being pushed back with a paw, "No, my little Hush, you need to stay here. With this nice, elder two-legger. It'll be a good place for you." The kit watched while her mother ran off, her muzzle dropping open in surprise, before turning to the door when it opened, confused and scared, at a loss of what to even think. Silence.
====
The youthful kit lay on the silky pillow, curled up in a ball, her eyes half closed as the human stroked her fur, occasionally twirling a piece of the ribbon around her neck, "There now, my little Kitten. We've had a big day, hopefully the doctor will know why you're such a quiet and laid back little thing, instead of wild like most kittens. but don't worry, dearie, I'm certain you're not ill. Now, how about a bite to eat before bed. Come now, Silence. Dinner-time." Slowly the kit uncoiled, stretching out before jumping to the ground and following the two-legger into the kitchen where a high-dollar wet cat food was set on a china plate for to eat, slightly humoring herself. All her life her world had been silent, and now, she too was Silence.
Silence rarely ventured far from her owner's home, where her human could snuggle her with attention and glorious petting. but one of her few friends had wanted her to accompany her to this greeting place, and so she'd dutifully followed. but now she felt completely out of place. The ivory she-cat looked around slowly, the tiny bell on the blue ribbon jingling with the movement, making her stand out more than the nearly fully white pelt (with just a bit of calico-like markings on her ears, tail and back), and blue eyes did. No, the ribbon and bell marked her as an outcast, a Kitty-Pet. Not that Silence cared. She didn't belong to this wild cat world. They'd made sure she knew that when she was a kit called Hush. No, Silence knew better. She was merely here to accompany a friend, and she was eager to leave.
She kept her distance for the others, keeping as far from the actual gathering as she could, standing in the shadows as if it'd help blot out her white fur. She remained only close enough to hear her friend when said cat was ready to leave. but, just because Silence came didn't mean she was going to actually interact. No, what was the point. She was a kitty-pet, and an obviously well pampered one by her healthy, flawless coat, her trimmed nails, and her full frame that spoke of two full meals a day. She was a well loved, and pampered pet to her beloved elderly human, and she didn't belong out here . . . . she never belonged out here. Or so she'd always assumed.
[[Note: This is basically a small trail run to see if I'd want to bring this girly to the site. She has no oddities, super powers, what not. Anything that happens here will not reflect in-character wise if I do make her (unless it's an interaction with a normal cat, or existing character). This is just a test run. ^^ So feel free to reply <3]]