Amber Nightfall

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Name: Amber Nightfall Gender: Female Date of Birth: April 21, 2007 Height: 19 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not spayed Coat Color: Black Coat Pattern: Solid Eye Color: Gold Fur Length: Medium Appearance Extra: None History: She had a nice family, loving and always kept her warm and safe. She was born with two brothers, Moon and Spike. They were both black and white. Her mothers name was Twinkle and her fathers was Spark. They got fed twice everyday. Seemed like a perfect life right? Wrong. For some reason the family she was living in started giving away the pets, including the birds and hamsters. No one knew why. When the day came, someone took away Spark, then Twinkle. All the ones she loved were being stolen from her. The next week Moon and Spike were both taken away by the same person. At least they're staying together, she thought. The following couple of days people stopped by. Every one of them made funny faces at her. Once Amber caught one of them talking to the owner. "She really is a sweet girl!" The owner insisted they take her. "But black cats are dangerous. They always hang around with witches. They say its a bad thing when a black cat crosses your path." They instantly turned away, not even glancing at the poor onyx femme. The owner shrugged and walked off, silently hoping in her head that she would be taken away some day. A month passed and she was still there. Amber finally figured out why they were getting rid of the pets. They were moving, into a different country, and couldn't bring any animals with them. She lay in her bed, asleep, when the owners walk in with a box with a cushion and blanket in it. The top was sealed off, and there was a hole on the side wide enough for her to squeeze through. The silently lifted her up and set her gently in it. As they closed the door, Amber awoke. Everything around her was dark, she shivered. The she-cat peeked her head out of the box, and saw he streets beside her. She pulled the rest of her bodice out, and stretched. She headed around, looking for somewhere, anywhere to go, someone to food her, keep her warm, like her old owners. She would sit outside, meowing away, and no one came. Then it rained. Her luck definitely was bad. May be the visitors were right, maybe black cats bring bad luck. A year has passed now, and she has survived on the streets, catching her own mice, finding her own puddles to sip from. Today she doesn't ever think about her family, doesn't even care about them any more. They are like a forgotten thought, never to be brought up again. Calculate: 429 words Personality: Shes definitely a smart cat, being that she has survived on her own for a year, when shes only 2 now. The femme likes to play around, be a kitten. She loves to run though the muddy waters, splash in a puddle, catch falling leaves. Even though shes not young any more, she still feels like she needs to enjoy life, still feel like a kitten. Although she likes getting dirty and having fun, shes also responsible, an cleans up after herself. She takes a bath everyday, especially if she dug a whole, and played in mud. At times, she feels lonely, she almost never hangs out with anyone. Although she could remember her kittenhood easily, she never brought it up, or even thought about it. Only once had she thought about her life, the whole thing. It had made her cry and weep for the following day. Thats why she never thinks about it, but also, because there was no reason to. She hadn't seen any of her family for a whole year, so there was no reason to remember them. Otherwise, she is basically a nice friendly she-cat, justing wanting joy in the remainder of her life. She loves hunting, its her number one priority. The stealth you require, the sensitivity and silence it needs. She enjoys killing the prey, for, she knows its another life taken away from someone they loved. She takes it almost like revenge, but unknowingly. Like the loss she suffered from her family being stolen, taken away from her. The speed she feels on her cheeks and haunches as she runs is glorious. She loves waking early in the dawn, and taking a nice trot or run through a nearby forest. She prefers a forest to a meadow any day, just because there are more obstacles, things to avoid, or to loose. Again, reminding her of life, mostly her own. She loves her life, loves where she lives, and the accessories around her, but she feels like she could never love any cat again. Too afraid they would leave her, and remind her of the day she was set aside from the nice house she lived in. Too afraid to love a cat, for, maybe they would die. he knows that all animals and any living thing dies eventually. But what if it was her fault? What if she had something to blame herself for every day of the rest of her life? No, she would never love another again. Calculate: 416 words Image: Your OOC Name: Speedy Other Characters On the Site: None