Post by karabu52 on Mar 3, 2011 22:54:16 GMT -5
[Chill]
[A cold loner who trusts no one and always seems to have a heart of ice.][she-cat]
[Loner]
[34 moons]
[Loner]
____________[ Chill, as her name implies, is a snow-colored cat with a mix of grey hairs, so that at a distance in the moonlight she appears blueish. a hard life has worn away at her pads, which are cracked and dry. Her claws are tough and unusually stubby and fat. Often when they are splintered it hurts her to sheath them, so she leaves them bared most of the time out of habit. Her tail is long like a whiplash. Her eyes are black to match her nose, which is just a shade lighter. Her whiskers are almost brittle to the bare eye, but really they're just a blinding white. She always puts safety before beauty, so her coat is in a constant state of unkemptness.]
____________[ Chill is reluctant to trust anyone- she even doubts that the trees will hold her up sometimes. She hates showing emotion. If she could, she would fold herself into a rock and be happier like that. She is very pessimistic and plans for the worst to happen. Her real emotions very, very rarely flare, and always when she's on her own and overcome by her own loneliness. Time passes slowly for her, like she's underwater. She likes to stay quiet as much as possible, and if she were to meet another cat she wouldn't pick a fight, but rather vacate the scene as soon as possible.]
____________[ She grew up in a family of five- one mother and four brothers. Her mother had been abandoned by their father, and forever wounded. She had been a touchy cat to begin with, but after the kits were born, she worsened. She yelled at her kits, and only let them nurse once a day. She didn't care what happened to them and didn't protect them when they played outside. She just sat, face in a scowl, tail twitching.
Her brothers were all big and a fair amount of their mother shone through them in the way they mercilessly tore apart fur in their play. Chill was frightened by their violence and refused to play with them. They called her terrible names and told her she was a coward for not playing. Then they ate their words when one day, the youngest brother was killed in a particularly bloody fight.
Their mother never let them laugh. She never let them snuggle, or cry. They had to be as cold as she was, or she'd tell them they were too loud. Once she told them that there was no such thing as happiness. "It's a fool's goal, kits." But the way she said kits was far more of an insult than a term of endearment.
They were thrown out of their dens by the time they had made their first catches. None of them stayed together.
Chill nearly died trying to survive. She was a slow learner, and her pads got frostbite and peeled off. The new pads smarted when she used them. But she did learn, and she grew into a young cat.
Then she met a tom. He was witty and charming and everything she'd ever dreamed of. They spent their days together, blissfully happy.
Or at least Chill was. The tom, she discovered, was using her for pleasure. He never loved her.
But she was pregnant. She fought against her panic, broken to pieces, and laid in her den and cried. She realized her mother was right. There was no such thing as happiness.
That's when she froze up. She never opened up to another cat, never shared her stories, never laughed or fell in love. ]
____________[ Chill picked her way through the mulch, sharp autumn scents zapping her nostrils. She stopped and listened, then turned and began to quietly go in the other directing. Behind a bush, she dropped to a low hunter's crouch and stilled, tail held just above the ground, belly brushing it. She sucked in her belly, remembering the way her stomach was swelling.
Then she plunged through the bush, slowed a little, perhaps, by her extra weight, and caught the tail of a thin squirrel, who squeaked but was quickly silenced by Chill's teeth. Chill felt a flash of pleasure but quickly stilled it. There's no such thing as happiness.
She carried it back to her den, a remote abandoned fox's den spread with sand. She settled down and began to eat. Must eat to provide milk for the kits, her thoughts whispered. She shunted them down. I will not love these kits!]
____________[ Mother: Kindle
Father: Jester (Chill has never seen)
Brothers: Jumpy (dead), Claw, Thorn, Prickle
Grandparents: Unknown (dead) ]
____________[Aurora]
OOC: Can just anyone do a loner? Or do I have to have a clan cat? (first bio)
