Pebble Rainwhisker

[rei]

Name: Pebble Rainwhisker Gender: Female Date of Birth: September 1, 2006 Height: 21 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Cream Coat Pattern: Siamese Eye Color: Light Blue Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: None History:Pebble’s life began in the hands of a family of humans. It was comfortable, warm, and safe; everything that her mother, Lilac Rainwhisker, had wanted for her kittens. She had been lucky to find such a kind family after living as a stray for most of her life. Living wild had led her to meeting and becoming mates with a kindhearted and charming tabby tom. But the life of a stray was also too difficult for her to handle. As she settled into her new home she waited for her kittens to arrive. To her horror when the day came, only one of her three kittens was born alive. Pebble. Lilac was a beautiful creature, a purebred Siamese and, before the arrival of her two stillborn kittens, she had also been beautiful spirit. This made her humans curious about her life before she was a rouge. Lilac tried to mask the depression by caring for the surviving kitten to her fullest extent but every night the agony of loss still lingered. On top of the mother’s melancholy, the kitten was having unusual problems. Pebble was full of spirit and spunk, that was obvious, but it seemed like her little body couldn’t handle it. When she walked or when she tried to run, she limped, swayed, and stumbled more than ordinary kittens would. The obstacle didn’t appear to bother Pebble. This concerned the humans but they didn’t have what was needed for a trip to the vet. So, all Lilac could do was hope it would pass and pray that it wouldn’t cause more problems. On the arrival of Pebble’s first birthday, she had gained control of her legs but still stumbled over herself now and again. Her personality also blossomed but she resembled her independent and untamed father more than Lilac. Pebble often spent her time looking for things to climb, things to scratch, or things to chase. Meanwhile, Lilac looked increasingly solemn and sickly. She had lost all appetite to eat and it seemed she never left a spot under the bed where she slept. Pebble tried to console her mother, tried to get her to eat, to get her to move but nothing seemed to phase the she-cat. The only thing she seemed to enjoy was telling Pebble stories of her past. Mother and daughter would curl up at night together. Pebble grooming Lilac lovingly would listen as her mother retold stories of falling in love and surviving on her own. Eventually, the condition consumed her, inside and out. Pebble was heartbroken to see her mother leave. She had known how severe her mother’s sickness had become but had refused to think it would take her. Alone at night, Pebble would recall mother’s stories and dream of creating adventures to keep from falling into the same pit her mother had. When a couple months had passed, Pebble had returned to her normal self. But something was different about how she romped around the house and tore things to shreds. Pebble was imagining herself as her mother, rushing through fields and tearing up into trees. No doubt, Pebble’s destructive behavior soon became too much for the humans to handle. One sunny afternoon, Pebble was loaded reluctantly into a small box just big enough for her to turn her head. It was new to the young she-cat, unnatural to be so confined. There were unusual noises around her. Some kind of deep, steady humming? Suddenly there was silence then a rustling as the humans opened the box. ”I’m sorry, girl.” The human’s sympathetic stroking of her coat did nothing to soothe her. The surroundings around her were different; vast and bright and…were those trees? She’d never seen the world from outside the windows of a house. ”You’ll be happier with room to play” The human set her down gently beside the road on a patch of grass. Then he left. The human left Pebble overcome with confusion. There was nothing she could do but walk down the Old Road where she had been abandoned… Personality: Pebble could be described in one word: odd. It’s hard to tell what the she-cat will do next. Her attitude appears somewhat quiet to a stranger but little nuances begin to appear with time. She wasn’t always as quiet and peculiar, though. Life was different before her humans abandoned her; she was restricted. The wild blood in her from her father made her destructive, the reason why her humans let her go. Things changed when she was left to defend herself; her wild side was tamed by temporary fear. So, she had room to develop new good and not-so-good personality traits. In her own quiet way, Pebble is random. When she feels like it, she’ll eat grass, chase her tail, or even sing randomly. Being different is who she is; it’s her niche. But this quality also makes her lovable; Pebble is laid back because she’s happy with who she is. Not only is her random personality a part of her, but she also extends it on to how she treats others. Random acts of kindness, of course. Being the quiet type also masks Pebble’s underlying fears. Being an oddball, her fears may seem bizarre to other cats but they’re real to her. One such secret fear would be of the dark. Being a stray, she has no choice but to sleep in the dark but when dusk comes it also brings anxiety. Pebble is also afraid of failure or the disappointment it will bring to others who depend on her. Since she was a kitten she’s always blamed herself for her littermates’ deaths. Would they have lived if she had not? Wishing to compensate for what she thought was her fault, Pebble has always strived for perfection. Though, this makes things complicated when she’s asked to help with something. She’s often reluctant to lend a paw if she knows she might fall short of what is expected of her. Overall, Pebble is a unique spirit who loves simple things and quiet cats like herself. When approached she’s likely just to smile and offer her attention. Whether aggravated, tired, or perfectly happy, she enjoys friendships. But she finds it hard to be completely open with anyone she’s not extremely close to. That’s why she’s still dreaming of finding the perfect mate, like her mother. It’s obvious that she’s thinking of the one she hasn’t met yet sometimes when she’s off in her own little world. Image: Your OOC Name: Rei Other Characters On the Site: None