Daisy Bluebreeze

[pandaisy]

Name: Daisy Bluebreeze Gender: Female Date of Birth: October 23, 2006 Height: 22 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Silver Coat Pattern: Tortoiseshell Eye Color: Blue Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: n/a History: This feline was born into a small litter of two. However, apparently even this small size was too much for the family caring for her mother, Daisy, and her brother. The two were shipped off to the nearest pet store as soon as they were old enough to be parted from their mother. However, the place was not unkind to them. On the contrary, the people who worked there were caring and the customers always gave them much attention. The beginning of Daisy’s life was filled with friendly hands, a fact that molded the she-cat’s nature to be friendly and open as well. The people that first bought her were friendly too. They were a rich couple that had purchased the bright-eyed kitten as a present for their son’s fifth birthday. Naturally, the little boy was drawn to Daisy’s petite furry form and the she-cat had no reason to dislike him. In fact, she grew quite attached to the boy’s little hands as they stroked her soft head. She enjoyed her life in the family’s luxury and became the human family’s proud little pet. However, the mind of a child is often irrational or wandering at the age of five, and soon the boy grew tired of caring for the kitten entrusted to him. He started to throw tantrums when told to feed his little darling, and would whine and sob and pound his little fists against the floor. His parents, as they were hard workers, refused to give the duty of caring for Daisy to someone else besides the boy. “If he did not care for Daisy, then he did not deserve to keep her,” they said. But the child persisted in his stubbornness so, to teach him his first lesson in responsibility, the parents gave the she-cat away to a relative. And so little Daisy received what she deemed as her first betrayal. Her next home was not as luxurious as her former one, but it was all the more cozy. Her owner was another family of three that comprised of a father, a mother, and their preteen daughter. Daisy bonded with the girl almost instantly, patiently sitting through the soon-to-be teenager’s roller coaster of ups and downs. She grew to love the family much more than she had ever cared for her first one and was almost glad that her past home’s little boy had deemed her too much of an inconvenience to keep. And so the days went by. But in due time, the relatively peaceful days began to grow darker as an unspoken cloud of suspicions started to hang over the family. One fateful night, the brewing storm erupted in a confrontation between the mother and father. Accusations of cheating, lying, and other scandalous topics were thrown between the couple. The loving family started to fall apart. About a month later, there were no more cheery family dinners, no more nights when they watched movies together. The mother was always out on “business trips,” the father had taken up drinking, and the daughter was left alone to do whatever she wanted because it seemed like no one really cared. However, Daisy did and she stuck with the girl like a little beacon in the gloom. One night, the father came home more drunk than ever and unfortunately did something that would forever put the image of having a happy little family once more beyond reach. He grabbed and started beating his daughter as she was reading with the little she-cat in her lap. Daisy, outraged that their father would raise a hand against the she-cat’s dearest friend, attacked the offender. She clawed and bit at the man she no longer knew, ferocious and feral in her rage. Unfortunately, the father, despite being in a drunken stupor, managed to grab ahold of the feline. The next morning, Daisy was battered and near broken, a still form in the quiet house. Her dearest friend, shaking and sobbing, mistook her for dead. The father, despite the daughter’s protests, then threw the cat’s “corpse” out in the alleyway a few blocks out. The she-cat never found out what happened to her human family after that and nor did she even remember them. Due to the physical trauma that had taken place, she had forgotten everything. When she came to, the feline was at a loss on what to do or who she was besides her name. However, she did not perish, as many would. Instead, she carried on by some instinct to simply survive. Daisy learned to steal and snatch up any stray rodent or bird that had the misfortune of running into her as well as a plethora of other things that a cat must know to survive on the streets. As the long, lonely, yet thrillingly independent days passed, the she-cat drew the assumption that she had been born as a stray One night when she returned to a place in the woods she had claimed as her home, another cat was there. It was a tom, a brown tabby, asleep. Curious as to who this intruder was, she nudged him and, when he opened his eyes, said, “Hi. You’re sleeping in my house.” With that simple and rather blunt greeting, she began a relationship that would have more importance to her than any in her forgotten past before had. Wolf Sharpstone was his name and he was a newcomer to the streets. Daisy’s days were soon taken up in teaching him how to survive in this unforgiving environment. However, her days continued to be filled with him even when the lessons were over as the two grew closer and closer. After seven months with Wolf had passed, the two were close enough to be called mates. Even when it became official their relationship didn’t change drastically, as they had already been close beforehand. Yes, these days were bliss. It was an ordinary day, sunny and clear with no chance of rain. A good day for a visit to the dump, which they hadn’t visited in a couple of weeks. So Daisy and Wolf went there, rummaging about for food. Catching a whiff of some tasty leftover on the other side, the she-cat decided to investigate. After much searching, she was triumphant with uncovering a thrown-out rotisserie chicken that was still edible. The feline turned, intending to inform Wolf of her success when the scent of poultry was suddenly marred with another smell. Human. She froze, staring up at the towering figure of the human male with wide blue eyes. She tensed, crouching in preparation to spring away. But just as her paws left the earth she caught a glimpse of silver and the sound of something whistling. And then she felt the touch of sharp metal digging into her fur. Daisy fell back to the ground with a yowl of terror, clawing to get away as the human yanked her away by some metal leash. But it was in vain; she couldn’t get away or wriggle loose of this cursed contraption. But then Wolf came hurtling by, biting the human’s ankle. The she-cat, finding that the human had dropped the leash, sprang free. However, freedom was brief as a heartbeat later a net was over her. Dazed, Daisy whirled around to see where Wolf had gone. He was still assailing the human, but the man was now intent on capturing them both. Soon, he had managed to trap Wolf in another net and the two were taken away. They had been dropped off at a pound and stuck inside wretched cages that wouldn’t budge no matter how hard Daisy hurled herself against their confining bars. Worse, Wolf had been separated from her and she could barely hear his meows or even her own over the noise of other cats and dogs. The sensation of being trapped in such a way was utterly miserable. One day, a female human came in, browsing the selection of cats. As she neared Daisy’s cage the she-cat pressed against the far corner from where the woman was. However, the human was not deterred by the feline’s obvious dislike nor the hissing she could hear from Wolf. In the end, it was decided that she was to be handed over to this woman. Terrified of being taken away, of being cast into some stranger’s world and losing the last bit of her own, Daisy yowled, struggling as they fit her into some cardboard box. She ran about the little box, still yowling for them to let her out of this stupid thing. But she soon realized that it was quite apparent that they did not intend to do any such thing. Pressing against the little holes in her cardboard prison, she fought for some last glimpse of Wolf, her vison swaying as whoever was holding the box carried her away. Daisy only saw him for a brief moment as he pressed against his cage’s bars before she was taken out of view. The days that passed were a blur, an assortment of seeing humans crowding around her, hands rubbing against her fur, voices babbling in the background. But in the forefront of her mind was an indescribable misery as her losses closed in around her. Really, what was the point of continuing on if she had lost all that was precious to her? However...maybe she could find it all again. Perhaps she could find Wolf again. Just the hope of that was enough to keep going, enough to gather up adequate resolve. And then she was gone, slipping through the human house’s door one night as it swung open. Darting through the streets, Daisy escaped into the shadows, flitting away until the human family’s calls were lost amidst the night sounds. The feeling of being free once more was exhilarating and she felt giddy with emotion. But the quiet freedom only served to remind her of the absence of the one who should be beside her. Where was he? She continued to wander the unfamiliar alleyways, looking for some speck of familiarity when the sound of dogs caught her ear. Despite her instinct to get the heck out of there, she remembered that the dogs had always been barking at the pound. So perhaps...she was close to seeing Wolf again! Just that small spark of hope was enough to push her into investigating the noise. Alighting the nearby fence, she slipped towards the source of the sound, focusing intently on following her ears. However, it was due to this concentration that she did not notice the large form moving towards her. The clash of something against the metal fence sent her flying off of the post in surprise. Instinctively she twisted into a position suitable for landing and agilely landed on her paws, tensing for whatever had come so suddenly. In the yard she had been skirting and was now in, a dog was backing up from his almost insane attack on the fence. He turned on her now, starting to approach when Daisy turned, reading to flee back over the fence when another form came charging at her. She yowled in surprise, barely catching a glimpse of the other dog that had jumped her. The she-cat clawed furiously at the canine’s nose until he let her go, whining in distress. The feline, despite her wrecked paw, then scampered up the chain-link fence until she was beyond the reach of the dogs and fled away. Once her terror had diminished, she curled up by the side of the old road, nursing her wounds. Asides from her bruised body, a small rivulet of blood flowed from her furry head, though it stopped sometime in the night. However, she did not know exactly when as she fell into a restless sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she glanced about, confused yet alive. Yet, just like before, not all of her had made it through due to the events of the night before. For better or for worse, she had forgotten it all save the name, “Daisy Bluebreeze,” once again. Personality: Despite the loss of her memories, Daisy’s nature remains nearly the same as it was before her encounter with the dogs. In general, the she-cat is a friendly soul with a fair mind. She doesn’t usually draw assumptions quickly and has a generally optimistic view on things. She finds a solitary life comfortable but sometimes find herself unconsciously searching for something or someone else. When confronted by words or actions, Daisy usually seeks to face it with level head. Due to this, she can be quick to think on her feet in demanding situations and rarely ever raises her voice because she’s irate. Instead, her voice quiets when she’s irritated or angry and often takes on an icy quality. However, physical actions that truly enrage her cannot be calmed easily and do occasionally send her into an almost mindless frenzy. Unfortunately, such occurrences usually do more harm than good as her past shows. The she-cat doesn’t enjoy beating around the bush, instead she’s often blunt. However, she does consider others’ feelings and won’t usually be direct in a way that’s rude. In this way she is empathetic, a trait that often reveals her more compassionate side. But, in turn, she dislikes disclosing her own feelings to another and has difficulty opening up or revealing doubts. She naturally distrusts humans, whether by some instinct or the invisible impression her past experiences have left upon her. When approached by one she instantly shies away, ever reluctant to have such strange creatures near. She treats dogs similarly, though with more animosity. The only times she willingly nears a human or dog’s place is when she needs to get some sustenance, whether by snatching up an untended meal or by sneaking in to steal some livestock. While Daisy does know how to keep up her end of a conversation, she isn’t all that chatty. In fact, there are often moments where she’ll lapse into thought and not notice when she’s being spoken to. At other times mindless chatter can prove irritating unless she just genuinely enjoys the other’s presence. To sum it up, this she-cat is a calm but kind-hearted feline who is empathetic towards others. When first encountered she appears the optimistic extrovert though at other times she can seem moody or detached, a fact that may come from her wondering why she can’t seem to remember yesterday or anything else. Image: Your OOC Name: Uchi Other Characters On the Site: Sable Frozenleaf