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Post by chillyarachnid on Nov 26, 2019 3:42:28 GMT -5
(I want to start a thread where two kittens are found amidst a loner queen who has passed due to birthing them, in order to give my characters a starting background since I have writers block and can't be anymore creative. Who's in? Let's start plotting~)
Salem-tyke- Salem is a dark void of a cat, lit up with emerald eyes deep with hostility. She is only close to one, her sister Coralie who she believes needs to be taken care of or the cruel world will take her too. She will not be found making friends with anyone nor ever expressing her feelings. Salem has a lot of built up anger and is known to blow up and lose her temper from time to time.~ paige.dorothy
Coralie-tyke- Glittery green doe-eyes, a petite frame with a soft grey and white pelt. Coralie is a gentle soul compared to her sister, Salem, whom she was found with alongside their dead birth-mother. Being orphaned made Coralie into a timid and nervous cat, whereas her sister became quite the opposite. She will almost always be found with Salem, but she is secretly curious to make acquaintances of her own. ~ chillyarachnid
Post by chillyarachnid on Nov 30, 2019 3:44:43 GMT -5
Awesome! I'll go ahead and get started then))
It was a heavy pour of rain on a night that felt especially dark. Through the thunder of the storm, shrill and almost angry cries struck the air. They were that of a kitten's, a cry of hunger and fear. A teeny black kitten wriggled against the pelt of her mother who had, unbeknownst to the tiny feline who was yet to comprehend this sort of thing, had taken her last breath. She urgently pushed her head against a smaller white and grey damp ball of fuzz, who made little motion, attempting to seek warmth in her litter-mate. Her sharp mewls were strong, but with the temperature dropping and the downpour soaking her and her sister, she was slowly losing the range of volume and trembling with the cold. Their mother, previously known as a pregnant loner named Alaska, had struggled to find them shelter as she had been forced from her previous nesting spot. She was extremely weak and had tried her best, only days after giving birth, to find them a safer place to stay. Paired with her hunger and difficulties with the birth that had left her with internal issues, Alaska had gotten them to a scarce bush to feed and then she had closed her eyes to rest, and never opened them. Then it had started raining.
