Marigold Silktree

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Name: Marigold Silktree Gender: Female Date of Birth: May 18, 2007 Height: 22cm at the shoulder. Sexual Preference: Straight. Status: Not Spayed. Coat Color: Silver. Coat Pattern: Spotted. Eye Color: Gold. Fur Length: Medium length. Appearance Extra: A few scars are marked over her body from previous fights with other house cats, and three scars along her belly from a car accident. History: Marigold, or Smoky as she was once called, was born to a family of cat breeders whose only intent was for show. Personality was of no matter to the family, and instead cared only about the pelts that were on the cat. Sadly, out of four tiny kittens, she was the "worst" of the litter because her feet were too tiny and tail too long to even be close to best in the breed. Because of that, the breeders had planned to put her down before her orbs were even open. Luckily, the breeder's daughter, a small girl named Nina, liked the kitten and named it Smoky. She kept Marigold as a pet while she was still was still a kitten and later on until she grew into a healthy adult cat. That year, 3 weeks after Marigold's birthday, Nina was involved in a horrible car crash that ended her life as soon as the two cars collided. Marigold was in the accident, and came out with three gashes across her belly. The breeders didn't believe that they could cope raising the cat any more after she healed for the memory of Nina, and dropped her off on the streets to fend for herself three months later. At the time Marigold was 1 years and 5 months old. (Marigold's point of view- Dates are added for the convenience of reading) December 14,2007- The morning today was bright and sunny, allowing Winter, Stripes, Bella and I to lay down in the sun while our mother was away. The last I had seen her had been a couple hours before, when she hopped in the big metal machine she told me was called a car. Yawning, I faced my direction to my litter mates, all who were lying down or grooming their short grey and silver pelts. I was the only one with the peculiar spots on my pelt, as if grey rain had fallen down and stained my pelt. I saw the human kit walk towards me- a quiet kit with soft blue eyes and wispy brown fur on the top of her head, most of the time kept away from her face with a thick band. She rubbed her soft hands gently across my hand, making me purr in contentment. She talked, but with the odd resemblance of a bird, becoming loud than soft. She did that more often now than before, and I believe that it's a good thing. Picking me up, she led me into a room in which was filled with the food that came from the metal cans. My stomach growled in response. May 18,2008- One year ago, I was born. I was a good to feel wiser as the months passed, and I knew that I was growing up. It was getting harder for the human kit to pick me up, and most of the time I was put in the place with short grass and metal walls unless I was being fed. Today was a great day- I was given a new collar, compared to the old one I had that kept falling off. The feel of it is cold and smooth, like the metal walls of the outside world, and fits comfortably around my neck. I was also given a mouse, but after a couple of hours of trying to rip it open, I found out that it wasn't a mouse after all. Digging a hole and burying it, I continued my nap in the sun, listening to the robins tweeting from the tree too tall for me to climb. Birds are smarter than you think. June 1,2008- The pain is searing from the cuts on my stomach as they continue to bleed. One moment I was in the metal machine, the next, I was shooting out the invisible wall to the outside world. The wall cracked and scratched my belly, leaving huge gashes. I landed on the pavement with a thud and hurried to get up, much to the dismay of my aching muscles. A screech came from behind me but I didn't dare look back until I reached the place where the humans walked. Safely reaching it I turned around. The metal machine was completely smothered by another, and bodies hang limply from the cars. One I recognized as the little kit. Fighting my muscles and the fear of the other machines still whizzing by I reached her body and gave it a nudge. I was cold to the touch and did not move. A siren came from behind as large metal machines came to get the bodies out of the wreckage, ignoring me as I yowled protest and weaved through their feet. The car drove away and a fast pace, the scream still echoing in the air. Only then was I picked up and carried away. October 1, 2008- It has been five long months since that fateful day. I was rushed to a big white room where humans had cared for my wounds that hurt so much. I knew that there would be scars left on my belly as long as I was alive. After about three months, the pain went away, leaving me with three long scars across my belly, a reminder of that day. The little human kit never returned to the house in which I had lived in. I never knew where she went, but the other humans were never the same after. They knew that she would never come back. I knew it too. Sadly, I had to come and accept that fact, and instead continued with my life. Today, though, it was different. The humans had gotten another new machine, this one a strong black color. They opened one side and motioned in. Somewhat scared, I hopped on the warm seats and awaited the ride. I had been going back to that white room for some time as they checked my belly, but the visits had grown fewer and fewer. Settling down, I stretched and placed my cranium on the black seat and awaited the white room. ---- Many hours had passed since we had left the house. Standing up to see the view I was surprised to see that we were driving down a dusty red road. Golden wheat danced in the breeze near it, and rocks could be heard flying away from the spinning circles at the machine's bottom. The machine stopped abruptly, and a door was opened. I stepped outside and tasted the air. It was fresh, but it didn't feel that comforting. The car's side was shut and before I knew it it was driving away. I yowled and ran after it, losing my collar in the process on the low-hanging tree branches. I stopped to catch my breath. There was no use in running any more- it was obvious I would never be able to catch up, and they would never come back for me. (In first person. My posts will be in third person, don't worry.) Personality: Towards others /of my own kind/- Marigold isn't the most friendliest type of cat that you could meet, but if you befriend her she would rather get killed instead of you being killed yourself. She is somewhat distant from the crowd when she was put in the yard while the other kittens stuck to indoors, but she learned on how to catch food and fend for herself during those times. Towards the ones /who bark/- She has never been fond towards canines at all, as in the next yard over from hers lived a Rotweiller with a nasty bite. In fact, one of her siblings, Stripes, was attacked by the dog and killed. She stood up for her brother during that fight and always holds a grudge against them, especially larger dogs. If she ever ran into that Rotweiller again it wouldn't leave without at the least no pelt at all. Towards the /little ones/- Kits always seem to strike Marigold's softer side, and has been trusted as a kitten watcher many times. In fact, she even treated Nina as a kit, making sure that she stayed in her sight view. It was always a weird feeling to see her hop in the metal machine, be gone for some of the day but thankfully return again. She always wanted to scold her for running off but could never quite put it in the right words for her to understand. Towards the ones that /keep me up at night/- Marigold isn't the easiest cat to love, and isn't going around for someone to be her lover. But, she's not that hard to get, either. Once you get in her small circle of friends it's quite easy to reel her in, but she herself tries to avoid that, hence why she is so selective with her friends. If you ever want to try and win her over, she prefers cats who actually care about her as herself, not because of her appearance. Towards the ones that I /hate the most/- A quick fighter, she's not one to take a fight lightly. Her greatest weapon are her claws which easily can scratch your eye out if you're not careful. You don't want to end up on her bad side, as she is not one to forgive and forget. Towards the ones that /walk on two feet/- Being raised by humans, Marigold gets along pretty well with them, but never takes charity from them, making them an invaluable tool. Actually, she never takes charity from anyone, so don't try. She is trying to drift away from humans though, as she wants to forget the pain that they caused her with the metal machines. Image: Could someone be kind enough to make the eyes golden (the same color as the font)? Your OOC Name: Spot Other Characters On the Site: None so far. This is my first.