Post by Bovine on Mar 19, 2007 16:26:28 GMT -5
Name// Qet (Keht)
Gender// Male
Breed// Domestic Shorthair
Age// about 2 and a half moons. just weaned
Looks// Jet black fur. silver eyes. Even though he's just a kit now, it can be seen that he'll be quite handsome when he's older; drool-worthy even.
Persona// Quiet. Too quiet. Some think he's mute, because he doesn't speak more than 2 or 3 words. And it's a rarity when he does. Mysterious and secretive. He doesnt open up to others and keeps his thoughts, emotions, and words, bottled up inside of him. On those rare times when he speaks, his own voice seems very foreign to him.
History// He wasn't always so introverted. He used to be a normal, happy kit. He spoke to almost everyone and anything he found, always making conversation. He traveled with his mother,(he was the only surviving kit of her second litter, who had fallen ill with greencough. his other siblings are older than him, from a previous litter, though his mother was young. his siblings stayed with their Tribe.) they were in search of a new place to settle down. His mother didn't think the Tribe was a good place to raise her youngest son.
But on the way, they were crossing a thunderpath, when Qet had tripped. A monster was roaring towards him. His mother hadn't noticed until he squeaked in suprise; she was almost to the other side. She bolted back to her distressed son, picking him up, and realizing that there was no time for her to run. She flung the kit to the side they were heading towards, in a desperate attempt to save him.
He made it, and turned his head frantically, confused. He saw the monster slam into his mother's side with a sickening cracking sound.
Though she was hit, she staggered over to her son, trailing dust and blood....she picked Qet up numbly, her fur was tattered and one eyelid hung limply...her son was shaking with fright and worry...it had all happened so fast. She limped down into the ditch a few feet away, and collapsed as she tried to scale the other side. She nudged the frightened kit's rump, begging him to climb to the other side and escape to the Clans, which layed sickeningly near. It was torturous how close the young mother had come...
Qet refused to leave his mother's side...
She coughed up blood, her sides heaving and limbs shaking as she lay in a puddle of her own blood, as she pleaded her son to leave her. The sound of passing monsters' roars was thrumming all around.
But he stayed. And she died as he wimpered into her dusty, bloody pelt. He did not leave her side until the next morning. Her body had grown cold in the night, and he was shivering, covered in his tears and her blood.
Though it pained him, he left his mother's courpse. He had almost no energy as he scaled the side of the ditch and fled into the woods; his paws felt like iron weights.
To this day, he no longer speaks with the exhuberance that he used to. His voice is almost non-existant now.
Other// He can vaguely understand and speak some Japanese.
Gender// Male
Breed// Domestic Shorthair
Age// about 2 and a half moons. just weaned
Looks// Jet black fur. silver eyes. Even though he's just a kit now, it can be seen that he'll be quite handsome when he's older; drool-worthy even.
Persona// Quiet. Too quiet. Some think he's mute, because he doesn't speak more than 2 or 3 words. And it's a rarity when he does. Mysterious and secretive. He doesnt open up to others and keeps his thoughts, emotions, and words, bottled up inside of him. On those rare times when he speaks, his own voice seems very foreign to him.
History// He wasn't always so introverted. He used to be a normal, happy kit. He spoke to almost everyone and anything he found, always making conversation. He traveled with his mother,(he was the only surviving kit of her second litter, who had fallen ill with greencough. his other siblings are older than him, from a previous litter, though his mother was young. his siblings stayed with their Tribe.) they were in search of a new place to settle down. His mother didn't think the Tribe was a good place to raise her youngest son.
But on the way, they were crossing a thunderpath, when Qet had tripped. A monster was roaring towards him. His mother hadn't noticed until he squeaked in suprise; she was almost to the other side. She bolted back to her distressed son, picking him up, and realizing that there was no time for her to run. She flung the kit to the side they were heading towards, in a desperate attempt to save him.
He made it, and turned his head frantically, confused. He saw the monster slam into his mother's side with a sickening cracking sound.
Though she was hit, she staggered over to her son, trailing dust and blood....she picked Qet up numbly, her fur was tattered and one eyelid hung limply...her son was shaking with fright and worry...it had all happened so fast. She limped down into the ditch a few feet away, and collapsed as she tried to scale the other side. She nudged the frightened kit's rump, begging him to climb to the other side and escape to the Clans, which layed sickeningly near. It was torturous how close the young mother had come...
Qet refused to leave his mother's side...
She coughed up blood, her sides heaving and limbs shaking as she lay in a puddle of her own blood, as she pleaded her son to leave her. The sound of passing monsters' roars was thrumming all around.
But he stayed. And she died as he wimpered into her dusty, bloody pelt. He did not leave her side until the next morning. Her body had grown cold in the night, and he was shivering, covered in his tears and her blood.
Though it pained him, he left his mother's courpse. He had almost no energy as he scaled the side of the ditch and fled into the woods; his paws felt like iron weights.
To this day, he no longer speaks with the exhuberance that he used to. His voice is almost non-existant now.
Other// He can vaguely understand and speak some Japanese.
