Lilly Brokenwinge

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Name: Lilly Brokenwinge Gender: Female Date of Birth: January 21, 2008 Height: 10 centimeters Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Not Spayed Coat Color: Orange Coat Pattern: Tabby with White Splotch [Lips] Eye Color: Green Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: Scar on nose. History: .B. I. R. T. H. "Ma! Look at this one! She's all tiny! And she's bleeding! Oh ma!" A little girl shreiked in horror. The tiny kitten was huddled in a corner of a big box, while her mother tried to call her over. The little kitten just stared. Her eye lid was bleeding, and so was her nose. Her kin had rejected her, and wouldn't let her suckle with them. She was a runt. "Ma! She's gonna die! Without food she's gonna die!" The little girl, Sally, tried to pick the tiny kit up. The tabby shrieked and huddled up even more in the corner. Blood trickled down onto her paw and the floor of the box. Sally looked up at her mother. "Alright, sweetie, but you are going to have to take care of her. I don't want you to be unresponsible like you are with your mouse." Sally nodded, and attempted to pick the she-kit up again. The kitten gave up, letting the girl pick her up and wrap her in a towel with flowers embroidered in it. "Lilly." "Hmm?" Sally's mother asked, poking her head out of the kitchen door, where she was preparing milk for the kit. "I'll name her Lilly." Sally smiled and sat down in a recliner, where her mother met her with milk for the kit. The small kitten drank it quickly, happy to be getting something into her stomach. She let out a happy meow, and closed her eyes, still bleeding, and went to sleep. .1. M.O.N.T.H. Lilly had grown, much to the distaste of Sally's mother. Lilly was jumping here and there, trying to get Sally's mouse, and messing with things in the kitchen. One night, Mrs. Winterquail began, "Sally, Lilly is getting older, and soon she will have to move outside. I know, it'll be hard, but it will be best for everyone. Okay?" Sally was suprised, and very upset. "But, Ma! She's only but a kitten! A runt, more so! Please don't make her leave!" she sobbed. "Now dear, she'll be just outside. How long did you think she would stay inside?" the Mrs. finished her meal and got up and went into the kitchen. "Her mother and brothers and sister's will be outside, too. So she won't be alone." "But they hate her! You know that! Even her mother hates her now!" Sally picked up her plate and slammed it on the kitchen counter, breaking it easily. She waited for a scolding from her mother, who, by her suprise, ignored it completely. Sally stormed up stairs and picked Lilly up. "I'm sorry, Lilly, but there's no out-arguing my ma. You're gonna have to go outside." Sally sniffed. .3. M.O.N.T.H.S. Lilly was now outside, with the rest of her hateful family. She was well grown, though she was much smaller then her kin. Her wounds had healed, but she had scars. Every morning and every night Sally would come out and feed the cats, often visiting with Lilly. Little did Sally know, her mother was getting deeper and deeper in debt, and getting closer and closer to moving to a cheaper, and smaller home. A home that would not allow pets. Personality: Lilly is a sweet and affectionate little kitten. Weaned fully, she eats meat, and hunts well and effectively. She doesn't know much, other than that mice are food, chipmunks are food, and all other rodents are food. She talks much like her owner, Sally, since she was one of the people she heard talk the most. Things like "gal," "hopin'," and many other things escape her mouth as she speaks. Lilly is very energetic, talking always. She loves hearing stories of other places, things, and ideas. Especially hunting stories. She heard a few of those from old neighborhood cats. When Lilly is angry, she is like a little honey bee, buzzing on about how much she dislikes what had happened, how she wouldn't had done that if she were you, and lots of other things many things say when they are angry. When she gets teased, she returns it with a hiss and swipe. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you," she would call, hissing through her teeth sharply. When Lilly is sad, her eyes loose every sign that she is an energetic kitten. She looses that bounce in her step, and that squeak in her voice. She becomes a lifeless pile of fur and bones. Often she sighs continuously, trudging here and there, thinking sad thoughts with her head hanging low. She pays attention to no one or nothing. She doesn't talk much, only when she wants to. Lilly is altogether a very interesting little kit. She stands up for anyone she loves, even if her opponent is bigger or stronger, or both. Once you gain her friendship and loyalty, it will never leave you, nor will the tiny she-cat. Lilly is not one to back down. If you ask her to do something she doesn't want to do, she won't do it, unless the reward is something she favors highly, like milk or a mouse she didn't catch. She will do anything challenging as long as it is within her ability to do so. She won't steal, kill without reason, or come down upon you unless she has a very well thought reason to do so. She carries the memory of her owner, Sally, with her where ever she goes by keeping a thin, green ribbon around her tail, tied in a tight bow. If anyone asks her what it is she says, "It's my memowy bow. Fwom my owna. Sally. She was the nicest person in the world." Image: See Av and Sig Your OOC Name: Eagle Other Characters On the Site: Stellar Snowpaw