Heather Birchleaf

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Name: Heather Birchleaf Gender: Female Date of Birth: May 13th 2008 Height: 18.5 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Brown Coat Pattern: Tabby Eye Color: Grey (Blind) Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: Just the blind eyes. When she was born her eyes were a clear bright lavender-blue, the blindness came slightly later. History: Like all kittens Heather was born blind, but unlike all kittens, she would never be able to see. Flossy and Rex lived as pampered housecats for most of their full lives. They were the only animals in the household, and, out of boredom one day, decided to have kittens. Their owners were less than pleased with the development, but had only themselves to blame. They had never bothered to spay or neuter either of their cats. The owners, a young couple who had each brought his or her cast along, decided that a few more meows wouldn’t be a problem. So, Flossy, the man’s cat, and Rex, the woman’s, became Queen and King respectively. When Flossy had her kittens, at home and unaided by veterinary hands, the family’s situation was nearing its final slide. They couple had been low on money when the cats had mated, but now their situation as desperate. The owners of the kitten and her family were evicted from their property only a few days after Flossy had given birth to her litter. The Queen had six kittens: Ash, Sorrel, Poppy, Ice, Yarrow, and Heather. Four were born healthy and two were not. Ice died the day before eviction, sending Flossy into a severe depression. Heather was small and weak, but alive. In the hustle and bustle of the unexpected move the smallest kitten of the litter was lost. Sickly to begin with, she didn’t have a chance. Unable to see or function Heather lost herself in then streets. She could neither feed nor care for herself and was getting closer to death’s door each passing day. This lasted for nearly two weeks, until fortune found her. When Honey Birchleaf, a scrappy golden she-cat about six years of age went out to look in the streets for her morning meal she never expected to find what she found. Honey came upon Heather in a gutter, cold and bedraggled. The little kitten was near dead, from cold, malnourishment, and lack of motherly tending. The aging she-cat had always wanted kittens, but had been spayed while living as a house-pet. She adopted the kitten then and there and began to help her get well. In the little over two months that Honey care for the kitten Heather regained her health and grew, but never gained the use of her eyes. Honey continued to care for the little kitten, teaching her strange self-importance and self-assurance lessons instead of the usual lessons on how to survive. She gave her “daughter” and open mind and a kind heart, as well as instilling in the kitten all of the values she holds dear. Heather grew to love her “mother” and took on her last name. She always knew of her true family, but never though much of them. When Heather was about two and a half months old Honey left her alone to try to find her way home from their favorite part of the neighborhood Heather had lived in. Heather had been learning to navigate her way using scent and sound rather than her eyes, and this was her first task. She succeeded well for much of the return journey to their home base, until she scented something strange. She had been unable top scent her mother for most of the exercise, but the fear the older cat was sending out was unmistakable. Confused and alone, Heather tried to find her mother. She followed the scent as quickly as she could, but before she could reach the source a new scent joined her mother’s fear. This scent she had no name for, but it smelled large, deep, and musky. Though she did not yet understand, this scent was dog. She quickened her pace, as the two scents got stronger and mixed. As she neared the confrontation a new scent hit her extra sensitive nose. Blood. This frightened her more than the unknown scent, and much more than her mother’s fear. When she finally reached the source of the mixed scents the unknown scent, the dog, had been replaced by a new scent, Death. With Honey dead Heather was, yet again, on her own. She was unsure of how to feed herself, and her mental pictures of where her mother had died were foggy. She began to walk, walking for nearly a week on little food and little sleep. She left her hometown behind and followed the streets to a long winding road, which connected the town to the woods. The Old Road, the start of many a journey, would prove to be her salvation. Personality: Heather, ever the kitten, is outgoing and fun loving. She loves small games, and is very easily amused. Small things, which would affect other cats, can either over-joy or crush her. Often it seems like she in incapable of being serious, but it is just the opposite. She has chosen to love the good parts of her life, and enjoy anything thrown at her. She is quick to laugh and quick to cry. Because of her disability she refuses to see the downsides of things, and is, most of the time, almost too happy. Her disposition can be slightly hyperactive, but she can be calm when she needs to be. She is quick to help those in need, and almost too trusting. She loves to make friends and knows the right thing to say to talk cats up or down. She will never label someone or something a lost cause, and will always offer a second chance. She loves broken things, believing their charm and beauty is only intensified by their inadequacies. She seems a little flighty and simple on the outside, but she has a powerful personality and will fight passionately for what she believes and whom she believes in. She is open-minded and compassionate. She will to her best to save the un-savable and help those who refuse help, no matter the cost to her. She’ll make a wonderful martyr one day. She loves to run and play and often tries to follow older cats around and takes on tasks, which are beyond her. When she is unsure of surroundings for whatever the reason she panics. Therefore she is hardly ever left alone. She is uncomfortable in new surroundings, and needs some piece of reference, be it a companion or landmark, off which to base her position. Because she has never had a family and often has had to attempt to fend for herself she seems older than her three months. She hardly ever pities herself or others, and does not accept self-pity from others. She has no pity for other cats’ complaints. She has begun to learn to get around her disability by creating mental pictures of her surroundings and other cats by scent and sound. Strangely, she has a sort of sixth sense for wounds and other disabilities on cats she meets. These show up brightly on her mental image. 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