Kitashi {loner} DONE!

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Name: Kitashi{Kit}
Moons: 35 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Loner
Rank: [Out-Casts]
Short-Description:

Beautiful tortiseshell she-cat with mesmorizing blue eyes.

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Personality:

The soothing sea breeze feeling refreshing on my fur. I push my paws through the sun baked white sand, flowing gently like the water. Small pebbles tumble from under my foot, but I do not worry. I am a self conscious cat. I know that I can do anything I set my mind to. I have no need to worry, for i'm sure that even if I did fall, the sand would catch me. A spray of ocean mist flatteneds my fur, I withdraw a breathe of the sweet air. I can get enough of it.

Thats how I used to act on any normal day before Dinir died, in the occasions that he wasn't at my side, comforting me in a way that most cats can't even thinking of doing around me. I know its hard to talk about your own personality and those things, because you might just talk about how you wish you asked, but many cats have commented on my stick to it to-ness. I suppose that mean I never give up on my dreams, and I alway believe that I can do whatever it is that I try. I believe it is true.

I miss Dinir so much....the way he would stare at me as though I were crazy, his voice, like ice on a hot day or a warm rock in the winter, melting my heart as though it were made of butter, placed on a hot skillet to be left. He was like a role model to me, I wanted to be like him, the way his clear amber eyes could wash away your doubt and cleanse your soul. Some cats say I am like him, but how can I be, how can I be like an angel when i'm a mortal. Its impossible. I know he would just laugh as I say this, meowing about how I was letting myself soften up to him, and its true.

He was the only cat that I knew that could wrap me around his claws. I won't trust you right away. I'll judge you. I'll test you. I might even tear you apart. But in the end, if your to my appeal, maybe, we might just become inseparable.

I love and I hate like other cats. I love how the ocean shore turns to blood when the sunset casts its milky rays over it, I hate how the frost nips the inside of my toes when i crunch upon freshly set snow, but in the end, everything is meant to be like that, I know that however I try to change myself, I'll always come back.

My personality is like the weather, never constant, only drawing you to change once again, like the calm before the storm, but then again, I may go for days on end before I let the flicker of thunder take over my soul, of the warmth of the sun seep into my words. If you don't like that, then to bad. Go find the right cat for you, but if that's the way the river runs for you, come closer, and let the waves break your soul.

I can't tell you everything about me, its just to hard. I'm stubborn, i'm brave, i'm persistent, im not sure. If you really want to know how I talk and move, come and meet me, face to face.

History:

I used to live far away from here. Farther then I think even the strongest of warriors could travel with out regretting even starting on the journey. But it was worth moving from, I never really enjoyed living there, it was either to cold or too hot, it never seemed to settle in the middle. But it was peaceful there, houses neatly lined row on row and set behind small green gardens, each with a huge oak sprouting out at the side. But the best part was the ocean. Salty sea air so fresh and healing on a long days work of sitting stiffly inside all day. Waves crashing against huge boulders erupting out from the shore and a fine mist pelting everything in sight. It was heaven.

I never really remembered anything before that, though I know I was once wild when I was much younger. I was a housecat, or kittypet as the wild cat in the forest call them. My housefolk fed me small pellets tasting of salt and hints of fish if I was lucky. Usually, they fed me stuff that tasted similar to nothing, only a bitter aroma left in my mouth. They sometimes gave me tiny, moist pellets, but they tasted so good. I slept in a small nest-like thing, made of fur or something similar, with a dangling bird sprouting out the back and arching out, over the top and just above my head. It wasn’t luxury, but they treated me fair enough so I stayed with them.

But I was bored with it after a while, I couldn’t concentrate, my girth was bulged out from not enough time to run and play and I felt like one of the cushions that they kept on sofa. Sure, I was aloud outside, or I would never know what it felt like to have the cool spray flatten my fur, or the feeling of seaweed scented air sliding through my lungs. I had all that, but only in a small, wire cage attached to the house, only assessable when the twolegs brought me out in it, and only a wobbly fake branch for me to perch on, with plastic containers for my food and water.

I didn’t even feel like I was treated fairly now. I wanted out, to climb the towering trees, run among my species, to dart between the granite stones, and feel the water run through my fur. And most of all, to feel the wind run under my chin without the tight necklace blocking it. I wanted all that. And one day, I got it.

My twolegs had left the door open one day, for it was sweltering hot and even the grass bent down without a beadlet of dew on the side. I was overweight, but I could still run. I pushed my pudgy legs under my body and darted down the steps of the staircase. Raising my neck feebly, I stared out over the garden and pathway. Out! I could be wild once more! I darted for the doorway at a startling speed for such an obese cat, but just as I prepared to leap out and into the wild, a gigantic trunk rumbled in front of me. “ Stay in here kitty!” A gruff voice growled. I snapped my head upward to see a wrinkled face glowering down at me. I couldn’t be stopped now! Not after being so close!

With a hiss of anger, I unsheathed my claws and ripped at the giant’s leg, yowling with rage. Out! Out! OUT!! I can’t stay in here! I feel the vibrations of the air and a shriek of pain as I leaved claw marks red with blood. The twoleg grapples its clumsy hands for me, but I dodge with a flash and I’m out the door, out in the wild!

The upwalkers stumble out after me, but I can do anything now that I’m out, now that I’m free! I let out a ecstatic caterwaul of joy, and fly down the slick marble path, enjoying the wind running through my fur. I’m gone. After a few short moments, the twolegs wail in anguish and lumber back towards the building. Yes, that’s right! Kitasha has left the building!

I lived out a moon or so alone, no one at my side. It felt awkward, having no one rushing to my needs or fussing over my fur. I wasn’t used to it. Since I wasn’t used to hunting, I lost quite a few pounds in the next few days, but gained plenty of muscle. In no time, I regained my ability to catch prey, and was soon back to my sleek, beautiful self, my fur sleek and well kept, and my skin well toned and pink under my tortoiseshell pelt.

That all change one day, when I was wandering near the shore where the forest meets the dunes. And for quite awhile, I wasn’t lonely again. I don’t often talk about it, but I’ll tell you this time….


The sand felt warm under my paws and I let my body fall closer to the heat. It calmed me, relaxed my soul. The splotches of colour on my pelt matched the colour of the sand, a light, soft beige. My eye lids fluttered and I felt myself drift off suddenly. It was like a little angel was carrying my off……off somewhere where I could be with others…….

I woke with a start, shivering cold and my pelt slick against my body, showing the impressions of ribs against skin. I wasn’t sure what had awakened me, but I was turning to look at the hills in the distance now, which were covered with a blanket of fog, floating peacefully through the deep green forests and over the dark grey rocks lodged right through the towering sides of the hills, making the impression of faces looking out over the ocean. I must have turned while I slept, for I had been facing toward the woods. It didn’t much matter, but I was hypnotized….it was like the mountains were calling for me….telling me to come to them….go beyond them an- stop! I couldn’t. This was my home! I can’t leave it.

But it felt so good to imagine racing over the rocky mounds, cutting through the long grasses. Maybe just for a little….I let my mind go, way out in the distance, even more to the wild then I had first thought when I was still a kittypet. Over the gurgling brooks with the icy cool water sliding over jumbles of small rocks, made up of ancient boulder once broken down by the current of a deep black river. Old stumps from hundred year old trees….now covered in moss that stretched across it like a spider and it web across the dew covered grass. And…the view! I could see everything from up here! The ocean and its mystique! It was all in a eyeful.

When I awoke once more, it was night, and the calm waves shimmered with the sliver blue light of the moon. White crests edged the tops of them like icing on one of the twolegs desserts. The huge sea rocks also glistened, like a crystal once it is found by a ray of pure sunlight. I sighed and tossed my paws out, feeling my muscles, tense from laying down the whole time, scream with pleasure. I let a yawn tumble from over my tongue, bubbling like the creek in my dream.

I saw a flash of grey fur pelt past me over the shore, just out of the corner of my eye. “Hey!” I called out, squinting my deep blue eyes, groping to find the figure who had whizzed my whiskers. I in took a deep breath, the scent of cat hitting my nostrils. A distinct scent, like nothing I had smelled before. And a feeling….of salty and warmth….it drew me in, I couldn’t resist.

I tensioned my muscles like springs that lashed out like a bullet. This cat wasn’t going to get away….there was something to special about how my stomach turned in circles at the odor….joy and freedom, strength and happiness. Everything I had craved as a housecat, that’s what I smelt. But I had become distracted, pondering on the scent for too long. The mysterious figure was out of site. I lagged out on my paws, pouting to myself and whipping myself with cruel words that I had become a dreamy little kit chasing after something out of my reach.

I was just about to turn around and stalk back up the beach when I heard a voice calling out to me. Was it the mountains again? No, this time it was a wonderful sound, melodic to my large, triangular ears. Like song bird trilling with a rhyme along with the splashing of the waves. I craned my neck forward, gazing through an over hang of vine tendrils curled up like sleeping serpents. To piercing amber eyes stared out at my, like small lanterns in the pitch black of the night.

“ Hey,”

It was that voice again.

“ Want to see something?”

Afraid I would startle the other cat, I nodded in reply.

“ Then hurry up.”

I saw the small lantern eyes dim as the cat went farther back into the trees. Afraid to lose sight of him again, I stumbled forward along the winding ragged path.

As I reached the end of the meandering tunnel, a bright blast of moonlight clouded my vision and I gave a mrreow! Of surprise. I could make out a slim figure flinching as I talked. I blinked the spots form my eyes and gasped in surprise.

A huge clump of vine circled over head, and the trees around us were so thick that not even darkness could get in-between them. The thick vines that hung from the trees and reaching out to the next formed a dome, they also reached down the form the tunnel I had blindly walked through. The vines were thick on the outside amoung the trees, yet when the tangled plants reached the middle, it was so thin you could look right out. And that was one of the most spectacular things. The moon was right above it, like a gigantic eye was staring into the secret nest. It felt so secure, I would never had seen the tunnel to enter if the cat hadn’t shown me.

I glance round the place, searching for the tomcat. My gaze flittered across the tunnel entrance, and I saw him.

He had one of the most strange, yet enticing pelt I have ever seen. It was like the waves over the sea, curving and hollowing out the water. It rippled over and over in layers. The fur was thick in the layers, yet each fur was very thin. It was easy to see the outline of his body, his jaw line, it was amazing. And he stared down at me with the most gorgeous amber eyes I have ever seen, It was like looking at the sunrise on a rainy day as his pelt was almost as blue as the water.

He had a smug look stretched out across his face like plastic wrap. “ Like it?” He purred in his amazing voice.

“ Like it?” I took in gasp of air. “ I love it! It’s amazing!”
He nodded, looking satisfied. “ Good.”

That was the beginning of a unbreakable bond. We were together through thick and thin. His name was Dinir, which I think suited him. He told me about his history, and that his kin were originally normal coated like I was, with smooth pelts. All of them were supposed to live lives as show kittypets or expensive cats, for the pelt mutation was rare, and all the twolegs wanted to have unique and expensive stuff to show off. Like, me, he escaped from his housefolk when one of their kits left a bedroom window open. Seeing his chance, he had leaped from it onto the roof, and from that, sliding down the shingles onto the large oak every one around here has in their yard.


Dinir was a gentleman, always taking measures to make sure I was comfortable and healthy, catching my prey when I was sick or injured, showing me his secret hide outs and treasure troves. In return, I became his best friend, and he became mine, and I returned the treatment back to him.

We shared the vine dome together, sleeping peacefully on the two grass beds that we had placed side by side, without even the thought of trouble in are minds. He give me much in the way of present of earth, but he did give me knowledge of the world, about history and how to survive in the wild. He was constantly on the move, and he was jittery and jumpy if he sat still for to long. He often went on long walks, which I frequently accompanied him on, but when I didn’t, and would sit back in the dome, I would worry about him, each time hoping he would come back alright. And each time he would come back, fine and dandy as when he had left. He taught me much, and one thing I always remember of him is how he used to laugh and say, “Live a life worth living” I wasn’t quite sure what he ment by it, but I went along and agreed with him.

It was like that for a while, I’m not quite sure how long, until one night something dreadful happened.

I was used to his long walks, he would always come back over the night and wake my with a playful flick of his long five point tail across my nose. But then, on one chilling night I had my tail wrapped tightly around my, trying to keep warm without the still shape of Dinir beside me with his curving grey pelt. He had left earily that afternoon, yet it was around midnight and he hadn’t returned yet. I tossed and turned, my dreams filled with worry and fright. I woke breathing deeply, sweat rolling over my forhead and matting my fur. Something was wrong.

I pummeled through the tunnel fast as my lanky legs could go, calling out frantickly for him, my voice choked with fear. I could feel it in the air, the way it sunk its claws into me and clogged my lungs. Even the salty wash of the ocean over my mouth didn’t awaken the joy I had known. I wanted to find him, and as I raced along the shore, sand flying away from my paws in a lighting fast motion, I suddenly knew where he was.

I finally reach the end of the shore, my heart pounding painfully against my chest and my breath coming out in ragged wheezes. My eyes searched over the shortly cropped grass right to the edge of the woods, flickering with fatique after the long run. A dark red stain splotched the sand infront of me. Large prints blotched out beside paw prints that by comparison were like pebbled to a boulder. The scarlet splatters made a path through the trees, and you could almost hear them hiss with rage at what had happened.
The trail twisted and turned through the trees, over a small silver creek winding through the mossy ground. I could feel tears coming steadily now, in small sobs of hate and sorrow. The scent, Dinir’s wonderful scent of happiness, I could taste it, but now mixed with fear, my own.

I finally came out at the shore on the other side, glad to be out in the open again. I sucked in the salty wonderful air, calming down quietly. A light drizzle rained down from the heavens, and I knew, whatever happened, Dinir would be with me. Forever. I slipped through the sheets of fog that rolled in like the waves crashing into the boulders, suddenly violent and full of malice.

I blinked and reeled back in horror. My eyes must have faltered, because to me it looked like the sparkling blue waves were blood red, stains sticking to the granite boulder and an awful reek wrenching my nose. I wrinkled my snout and stalked forward through the fog, feeling brave. But I wasn’t prepared for the sight in front of me.

A limp body lay on the wet sand, the waves pushing and pulling continuously at the cat, dragging it further and further into the current. I squinted my eyes and gasped with recognition. “No! Dinir!” I took of, sending a shower of sand in the opposite direction. The cat twitched, but said nothing as it was pulled in with the waves. I wadded through the water, it stuck uncomfortablely to my belly but I hardly noticed. He flinched and looked up at me with those amber eyes, and tore through my pelt with his gaze, relishing me while he could I would guess. He smiled meekly and tried to moved but deep wounds stopped him and he groaned in a pain. “Hey, Kitashi.” He purred, his voice deep and wonderful. I bent down my head to gently groom his fur, tears brimming my eyes. He craned his neck and brushed my cheek with his tongue, giving me a weak nudge. “You remember me ok?” He mewed quietly. I shook my head. “ No, your fine, your going to get better.” He chuckled softly and just stared sadly at me. “ Always so stubborn….” A distant look over came him for a moment.” That badger….I never saw it coming….” He blinked and and limpened. Afraid that he might go, I vigorously groomed his forehead. “ Shh.” I murmured to him. “ You’ll be fine.” He moaned as I cleaned the deep wound on his flank that was covered with blood and dirt, fraying the soft fur around his stomach. Patches of his shoulder lay bare with trickles of blood leaking down. He looked up at me and in a very quiet voice, almost below a whisper mewed, ”Will you remember my Kitashi?” I nodded feebly, overcome with emotion. “I’ll always remember you, my love Dinir.” He smiled. “Good”
And a ominious looks washed over his face he let his eyelids flop closed over his amber eyes, took a long rasping breath and lay very still, mangled among the shore. That was how he past away, I thought I could feel a pelt brush mine just then, a soft word in my ear, then it was gone.

I’ll always remember that tom. He was about as perfect as a cat could get. I often felt like a mortal among an angel around him, and his presence still is around me, supporting me in times of need. For his sake, I try to act cheerful and not the break down in sorrow, I know he wouldn’t want me to suffer, but it’s so hard not to wish I had gone on the walk with him. I took his corpse back to the vine dome, and buried him right under the moon highlight. I found two flowers and flat stone and l placed them on his grave. I carved with my claw, which was hardly a stump after, a few words on the stone. ‘Live the life worth living’. Then, I left that place. I journeyed on to the hills, and found refuge among the many branches of the trees. I then ventures out, where no one in my old home could have reached.
I met few friends along my journey through the land, but one of the few ones that stick close to me, yet not around Dinir, was a small terrier named Pip.

He was a lively little thing, and through I didn’t play with him much, we had long chats in the snow, gathering memories from each other when he wasn’t leaping and dashing around cheering me up.

A deep chill engulfed me as I trudged through the snow, but I couldn’t just sit by myself pouting all day. My tail hung behind me in the snow, leaving a small winding trail along with my paw tracks.

I finally reached a tall wooden fence, painted white with the gently falling snow, I had to constantly quiver my pelt to keep it from melting through to my downy fur. I gathered my legs under me and hurtled myself to the top, shaking the snow off the top or the posts. I gazed intently at the old green house, and let out a yowl.

In few moments, a small black terrier leapt from under the porch and plowed through the snow towards me. It looked up at me with large brown eyes and whined with joy. “Kit, Kit, Kit! You came came came!” Dogs have a curious way of talking, repeating one word over and over, dragging it across your ears.

I purred in delight as I dropped down beside the energetic canine. “Of course I came you beetlebrain!” I mocked teasingly. He yipped excitedly and spun in circles. “ What shall we talk talk talk about?” He barked joyfully.

I scrunched my brow thoughtfully. “ How about past comrades?” I mewed suggestively leaning to give the terrier a good hearted headbutt……

But as I had to go on to find the place that I truly belonged, I said good by to my old friend and go on with my journey.

I wasn’t to soon after that I came across a beach, like the one that I had once inhabited. And once again, I breathed in the salty sweet air, and wandered over the sandy shore, watching the waves foam and smash against the large, smooth boulders that lined the water’s edge, gathering in clumps of sharp pointed stones, clipped neatly by the endless slamming of water against their thick, grey and black sides. Never ending, never lessening by much, only listening to the wind and the sky.

It is here I rest my story, and I hope you will take note of what had happened over this time. Joy and sorrow, wisdom and strength is all put to a test at on time, an though I have had all this happen to me, I will live to see much more of it, and I hope, if I may, that one day, I will find someone like Dinir again, someone I can rely on.

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Description:

I guess you would say I’m a pretty good looking cat. Its not that hard to call yourself good looking, but seriously, I think I must be. My pelt is a luxurious tortoiseshell, splattered with such vibrant colours of russet, almost red, sand beige and wonderful dark brown like a spruce tree’s bark, pitch black like the middle of the night and the purest of white you could ever see! I’m not bragging, but its cropped just the right way so it flows across my body in a gentle curve, though I think maybe I would prefer long fur so that I could feel it swaying with the wind. My fur isn’t that thin, its thick, and fully put together, millions of individual hair crammed upon one cat, me.

My tail. Oh how I love my tail, tails are glorious don’t you agree? You can gesture with them, curl up with them when your cold at night, and you mourn when you loose them because they just did so much stuff for you. If you ask me, there very much similar to tomcats. Now, my tail is a wispy little thing, thin around but giving me more length on it. Dinir always had the longest tail, but now I guess I do. It can wrap all the way around my front paws, keeping them warm and cozy as the end of my tail has much longer, finer fur then the base where its thick and needle like. And yes, like most cats tails, it is much softer then the body fur, I would wonder what makes it that way. Its like a long, cuddly whip coming from behind. It’s a beautiful russet colour, small speckles of black and brown an tan all on it as well. Before the very tip is a thin black band, curling around like a small snake, then tipping my tail off with a white tuft, creamy and a so much more better then an ordinary little mouse tail. Its probably one of the most wonderful things in sight.


My legs, the front ones, are covered with white, its like I fell forward into a pool of paint! Both are much alike in the way of being back-grounded with that milky white, but the markings are the only thing that separates them from being pair of twins. On my right leg, a jagged strip jolt down the outside, it looks similar to a bolt of lightning, as it is also a light orange colour, a type of ginger I would think. I have a burn scar across my left leg, but luckily, it blends in but still, the pink puffy flesh bothers me any time I look upon it. I have, instead of that electric mark, a few marbled lines, thick like small twigs. Oh, and here comes the really cool part. The claws on my front paws are like little patterns! They go across my toes, black to white, black to white, its like the keys on the piano my old housefolk had. On my right leg, I also have these dark, burnt-russet rings that curve around and down the joint, fading out into white again. I think that about covers my front legs,

Now, my back legs for example, are much more dull and uninteresting then my front limbs. They are all that pattern of tortoiseshell, but strangely only two of the many luscious colours. Black and dark, dark brown. It contrasts my front legs I think, because it looks like when I feel forward into the white pool, I also fell backwards into a dark pond. It doesn’t bother me really, I just wish it wasn’t so bland and uninteresting, but maybe its for the best. Only a couple splatters of pure white consumes my back leg, just below the ankle joint. Seems like someone after I got out of the two pools, decided I needed more white. The only thing that I really like about my back digits, are that around where my knee joint is, on each side are two thick white bands that look very stylish, but the rest of my back legs, blah. Now its best we get onto more feline famine features on me since I don’t quite like dragging on about boring things

My face carries two gleaming pearly orbs, and matches them as well. I have a delicate, careful sense around my head, giving me the look of feline strength and also the loving side. Its like a lovingly cut wedge of marble, or better deciphered as curved like a dove’s face. My nose is petite, but I have a great sense of smell, I think its pretty good, but I’m not sure. My ears are large, and easily pin point prey, even if there deep within their burrows, but of course, all cats are known for their extreme hearing and vision. My cheek bones are ended with a plume of white fur, just he right amount, like small dove wings flaring out in the sunshine


I’m not going to try and brag about my eyes like I did with the other stuff, but its so hard when your trying to get someone the understand what you look like. So, the base is a rich, delicate clear blue, like a pool of water before it is disturbed by the flapping of ducklings or the flash of silver fish shooting through the surface. My other eye, has a deep, dark navy blue for the base, like just when the moon rises and its huge white eyes stares over the land. Each have rings, one the darker rings, one the lighter rings. Its an odd, but lovely situation so I hope I never get them badly injured so that they may lose their colour. Both have small red flecks that lighten as they reach the outside, turning to a aqua green ring around the outside of the iris. My pupils are not completely black, oddly, they have a tint of silver in each, like a little bit of stardust has fallen into them, and each time I look to, or catch a shaft of sun or moonlight, it flickers and dances like a comet shooting through the sky, and I feel that I am blessed to be gifted with this, it is truly wonderful.

I have a sleek, slender build, which the twolegs disturbed for a short time when I lived among them in their many different houses. Since my fur is neatly short and well managed, it is easy to see my muscles and well curved body, just hinting a slight bit of ribs across my side, just so that if you played your fingers across it, you can make out the muscle lining every one of the protective bones. My neck isn’t two long, like the snobby angora cats I met once, with necks like tree trunks, but it is fairly lengthy, and for that, I arch it along with my back, giving me a subtle air of elegance, though I don’t try to show off. My legs are long and well kept except for that one blemish on my left one. I try to build up my endurance every day, and for that my legs stay trim and fit as my body is. My back has a slight ridge to it, right to my tail, so its easy to see that it is an extension of bone at the hip line, not just a bunch of cartilage stuffed with flesh.

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Oh my gawd. That is so good. Once again....

OMFG.

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Thanks, I still have to finish the personality. ;D

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Ok, I''m Done!

[Sunrise.]

Dang....

xD I wanted to say something else, and I'm slowly falling into the habit of swearing so I won't say it and I shall get out of the habbit!!!

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