Creeper Songflower

[sableblackheart]

Name: Creeper Songflower (A creeper is a jungle flower) Gender: Tom Date of Birth: June 10th 2008 Height: 26 cm Sexual Preference: Straight x) Status: Un-neutered Coat Color: Cream Coat Pattern: Siamese red-point Eye Color: Silver Fur Length: Medium Appearance Extra: Nothing really History: A long time ago, a couple decided to start up a breeding program involving cats. The female, her name was Fiona and she adored persians. The male, his name was Maverick, and he loved siamese cats. They bought their licenses and both began breeding their favorite cats in their rented home. The place was fairly large and had plenty of room for the cats to run outdoors. Only the males were allowed to roam outside. So the human couple, spending the last of their money bought two pairs of renowned pedigree cats. One pair were the flat faced, long-furred persians, and the other pair were the slinky, intelligent siamese. Over the next couple of cat generations, Fiona's and Maverick's cats became well known. Their studs were gorgeous and strong, and their females likewise. They won first place ribbons and not a runt nor an oddball was born from any of their females. Until the day Mascara, a near white siamese beauty gave birth to her litter of eight. They were all perfect of course, all a lighter version of dark beautiful siamese cats. Then Sable was spotted among the others. He was an unusual light cream with red points about his face and tail and ears. It was true that his type were well known in other places, and prized among the siamese race, however, the human couple did not recognize his color pattern, and in truth had never seen such a coat. The coat was descended from Creeper's great great grandfather, of whom the human couple had never seen. And in their eyes, Creeper was ugly. He was scrawnier than the others too, and was so quiet and still at birth, his mother nigh though him dead. The newborn kitten, creamy and red (or ginger), was the first to be handled by the humans. As he smelt their vile stench and felt their touch, he was disturbed deeply. And so as time passed, when the kittens could hear, all Creeper ever heard from his mother and father and the human beasts were, "They're all perfect except that white one." and sometimes, "We've never had a flaw in a litter, we must dispose of it somehow, it is worthless". In the back of his mind, Creeper thought to himself, and from the kindness of his heart, he felt sorry for the white kitten that was insulted day after day. And then came the suckling hour he was violently tossed aside from. Mercilessly flung to the side by his mother's paw to allow the others to suckle first. Creeper called and called for his mother, giving her the benefit of the doubt that she swiped him away intentionally. But she never came, and he waddled with his immature legs across the floor, his paws wildly searching for the creature called mother. But he never found her. She always seemed so close, yet when he came near she drew away. And so Creeper drew away, away into the shadows. The first day the kittens eyes opened, Creeper wept. For he had not eaten in many an hour. And when his eyes opened, he scrutinized the litter comprised of his siblings, silvery eyes madly dashed over each body, searching for the white kitten that had been so poorly mistreated. All the shapes were new to him, but he knew by instinct the furry things massed about his mother's legs were his brothers and sisters. Much to his dismay, there was no white kitten. They all wore dark brown masks and tails and ears. Their eyes were a sparkling sapphire blue and they moved with the grace of angels. Looking up into his mother's striking face, staring deep into her mysterious azure pools, Creeper asked oh so sincerely, "Mother, where has the white kitten gone?" The room grew quiet. It was midnight and the humans slept, but the kittens mewed quietly to themselves. Now there was no noise. No one spoke, they only stared at the innocent babe. Mascara, his mother, sneered cruelly and walked away. The shock drilled into Creeper's mind, deep into his memory. All his dreams henceforth were plagued with that one scene. His mother and siblings walking away, farther and farther away. Then across the room, the white kitten sat, staring straight at Creeper, its eyes watery and shimmering softly with sorrow. Creeper stood, and when he stood, the white kitten stood. When he drew near, the white kitten drew near. It was only after he raised his paw to touch his sibling that he realized the kitten staring back at him was not a brother... but himself. For the longest moment Creeper stared into his own eyes, studied his own light creamy coat adorned with faint ginger markings. And for a long time afterwards he wept. He was the white kitten everyone put down. He was the kitten he felt sorry for, the one he intended to comfort. How foolish had he been to think his mother absentmindedly struck him away from the others. How foolish of him to think there was another besides himself being mistreated. He was ostracized by his own family members, and forgotten over time... Oh how the humans fawned over his brothers and sisters. Oh what fun games they played with each other. And all Creeper could ever do was solemnly watch from his corner where the carpet became stone flooring. All he could do was weep and pray that one day they would notice him. It must have been far too much to ask, for his siblings all became mirror images of their mother. Snooty and arrogant. They pretended Creeper was not there, or could not hear their vile remarks. He only ate the scraps of what his family left behind in the cat bowls. He slept alone, he cried alone, he played alone and then one day, he screamed loudly. Driven to madness by his fear of being completely forgotten, Sable screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears matted his cheeks and wet his paws. His words echoed clear for all to hear. "I am here!" and then his gaze, filled with his inner despair, burned fiercely into his mother's eyes. They locked gazes. "Do not forget me, mommy." he mewed to her. Drifting closer to her, he mewed softly over and over, "Do not forget me, I am here." this new silence was not a judgmental one, not this this time. Yes, his siblings stared, for the first time they stared him in the face and listened to what he said. And all watched as Mascara, struggling to keep her gaze locked, began to shudder and her mask failed. A single tear welled up in her stunning pools. Her brows furrowed and she contemplated what to say. But no words ever ensued. Not from her lips and not from her children's. But the humans grew angry. The noise disturbed them and they rose from behind the furniture. The male was the angriest. He began shouting at Creeper and then at his wife. Nonetheless, Creeper kept his gaze steadfast and dared not looked away at the beet-red face glowering down at his small frame. He wanted to see that tear fall, just that one tear of sympathy from the one who gave him life. ...It never came... Almost as though it were never there, the tear in Mascara's sapphire eyes all but vanished without a trace. Creeper shook and wept more at how cruel his mother was not to shed one tear of regret for her baby. Not even one. Her stony expression neither flinched nor hinted towards any sadness within her. No matter how hard Creeper yelled, Mascara did not speak back, nor did she tremble as before. Was there nothing she could give him except that stoic look? After all she'd taken from him, she could not give one thing back? The human males hands came next. Sweeping Creeper off his feet and carrying him upside-down across the Living Room. He kept limp as a noodle, staring off into nothing. In the same manner Mascara held her listless expression and stared for a long time at the corner in which her Creeper Songflower had sat and waited for so long to be noticed. Yet... he was not there. And perhaps he never was? Mascara forgot her white son. She never had one. And so it came to pass that forgotten and lonely Creeper was dropped inside a red velvet bag. He crumpled at the bottom of it, eyes staring at nothing. But his mind never let go of his horrid memories. They haunted him like ghosts. His mother saw right through him, and then she turned and walked away. From behind her he could see the lonely white kitten, sitting on a bed of stone surrounded by his walls and washed by his own anguish filled tears. Those were his dreams. Always his dreams, and he dreamt of nothing more. When next Creeper Songflower's eyes reopened, they opened to the inside of the red velvet bag. His side was sore against bumpy ground beneath him. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed from his tears. Yet he lay still, not wising to move. Having no reason too. He was worthless, might as well die worthless. Personality: Unfortunately, after many months of being ignored, forgotten, alone, mistreated and beaten, Creeper has become a grey cloud. His depression often brings him to tears or wallowing in his own grief in a tight corner. Closed spaces make him feel comfortable and he'll often sleep in such places. Creeper does not eat much, yet his favorite food would have to be fish. He hates company and runs from any type of encounter that may lead to conversation. His self-esteem is maddeningly low and he is constantly putting himself down. His dreams are nightmares wracked with the pain he has felt and the beatings his parents would make him suffer day after day. He cries in his sleep every night and sucks his paw while in a deep slumber. His posture while sitting is a very reclusive stance; with a long skinny tail curled tightly around his paws and his head is usually lowered. He thinks himself to be the ugliest kitten in the world and dares not stare anyone in the eyes. He has never smiled and has never had a reason too. His life is a disaster, so in the same way he feels that he must indeed be a disaster. He loves to be warm, unfortunately however, Creeper's lack of body fat and constant sorrow make him feel as though he were standing in buckets of ice. He hardly ever speaks, and when he does his voice is quiet and nervous. He hates females, especially mothers who mistreat their offspring. There be no telling what he may do if he ever caught a mother mistreating her child. But for the sake of others like himself, he would be sure to treat her harshly. The only other male cats Creeper has ever met were his brothers. Once or twice he caught a glimpse of his elegant father, but only a glimpse. From his solitude he does not know how to act around others, he naturally thinks that everyone is the same as his mother. Ignorant and foolish, devoid of love. To set himself apart from the others of his kind, he never washes his fur unless it begins to get very bad... smelling that is. Image: Click Here [And I have to resize the picture too xD] Your OOC Name: Pyrr Other Characters On the Site: None