Post by Maple on May 15, 2018 2:27:28 GMT
Joan?
I decided on that evening
That I was through with sitting still
I stood up and started moving
With a childlike fascination
For those doors that don't have locks
And the stairways that were blocked
So I dug through the obstruction
Put my fist around the railing
And each step was far apart
And far away from steps before it
And the air was getting thinner
Until I couldn't breathe at all
And if I happened to look behind me
There were miles and miles of stairs
Enough so I couldn't see the doorway
But I knew that it was there
And on the last step I was dizzy
Because there were stairs in all directions
But I found another door
And through the door there was the attic
Without old clothes
Without a ceiling
Everything had opened wide
Into the jaws of something bigger
And suddenly I saw that I was
Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof
Finally it had found me
The answer, the feeling, and the truth
That I was through with sitting still
I stood up and started moving
With a childlike fascination
For those doors that don't have locks
And the stairways that were blocked
So I dug through the obstruction
Put my fist around the railing
And each step was far apart
And far away from steps before it
And the air was getting thinner
Until I couldn't breathe at all
And if I happened to look behind me
There were miles and miles of stairs
Enough so I couldn't see the doorway
But I knew that it was there
And on the last step I was dizzy
Because there were stairs in all directions
But I found another door
And through the door there was the attic
Without old clothes
Without a ceiling
Everything had opened wide
Into the jaws of something bigger
And suddenly I saw that I was
Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof
Finally it had found me
The answer, the feeling, and the truth
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Joan (supposedly)
Gender: Molly
Age: 29
Sexuality: Lesbian (fem4butch)
Affiliation: None
Residence: None
Rank: None
PERSONALITY
Appearance: Joan could be considered a cat that stands out. Her fur- is it white or is it cream? Often its hard to tell. Either way, its quite light. Upon her face are rather odd markings. At first glance, they would just seem like a colour point. But they are in fact, not. There are no colour points throughout the rest of her body. The only dark spots she has are her dark ears and the facial markings. Said facial markings are dark brown in the center, but fade to golden as they grow farther apart. As stated before, her ears are a dark brown as well. Upon her muzzle, the base of her whiskers are quite dark, appearing almost like freckles. Her fur is incredibly soft- almost like kit fur. This, combined with her small size and rather frail appearance, can make her appear quite a bit younger than she is. Joan is a small cat for her age, and will continue to be small throughout her life. Her build isn't the most built for battle. Her bones are thin, and she can appear rather frail. Joan is just about the least intimidating cat you could come upon.
Joan's eyes are large and wide, rimmed darkly. Her light blue eyes are deep and full of wonder, like blue pools. The dark rims surrounding them make her eyes seem even larger than they really are. Her whiskers are thin and white, and rather short. Her pawpads are a dark brown, just as her nose is. Her ears are rather large, and she can hear quite well. She walks with a bit of a limp. Her back left leg was injured and while still functional, it's rather wonky and is odd to put weight on, leading to a limping gait. Its twisted, and while there isn't a visible scar, its rather obvious that there's something wrong. She's still a functioning cat, she'll just have a bit of difficulty with some things and have to find ways around them.
Joan's voice is soft and quiet. Like raindrops on a pool, a leaf drifting to earth, or quiet mornings. Its light, and often in a crowd you couldn't pick her out by voice alone. She doesn't mumble or mutter, her voice is just... soft.
General Description:
Joan is a sweet cat. She forms bonds easily, perhaps even too easily. She considers every cat that she meets a friend, and treats them accordingly. Even if they've only spoken for a few minutes. Even if they're the most cruel, horrible soul in the forest, she'll treat them as if they've been best friends for years. That is to say, she treats them with such kindness. She'll not be disrespectful or act like she's an equal to cats of higher power, but she will treat them with such a kindness, gentleness, and warmth that you'd think that they'd once been childhood friends. However, she's not a cat who intrudes when others don't want to talk, or don't like her. She won't run up to a cat who's told her to leave them alone. She's very respectful of the feelings of others, and isn't an intrusive cat. Along with her kindness, comes how easily she trusts everyone. They could have stabbed her in the back dozens of times, but Joan will always believe that there's good in their heart. She can't see the bad in others. And thus, she's quite easily taken advantage of. Even if she is however, she'll deal with it with a soft smile. 'Everyone has bad days, right? And that't okay. I still know that you're good'.
As made obvious before, she's a bit naive when it comes to other cats. This comes partially with her memory loss, as she's not seen how cruel and horrible things can really be. Even so, its not all that. Even before she was injured, she's had such a positive outlook on life. She believes in her heart and the hearts of others.
Despite the misfortune she's been dealt, she keeps the most positive outlook on the world. Its full of beautiful things and beautiful souls. Bad things happen all the time, but that doesn't mean that the world is bad. If something bad happens to you, you just have to believe in yourself and try to make things better. There are only a few things that a positive outlook cant fix. She's not a cat who can easily be made upset or sad, and is almost always in a good mood.
Joan has quite an attention to detail. She'll notice even the slightest things, be it about the environment or other cats. She's very observant. This goes along with her way of speaking. She speaks very descriptively, loving to describe the world around her with such a vividness that she feels for it.
Strengths:
- kind
- good at hearing
- friendly and extremely easy to get along with
- a kindred spirit
Weaknesses:
- limps when she walks
- trusts others too easily, never sees the bad in others, and can be easily taken advantage of
- memory loss
- bad at hunting and fighting due to memory loss and injury
FAMILY
Rosanna -- Mother -- Slim, bi-color gray and white tabby with amber eyesJulio -- Father -- Average, white fluffy tom with amber eyes- Sebastian -- Brother -- Tall, black tom-cat with short fur and amber eyes
- Sabrina -- Sister --Short and stout, white she-cat with fluffy fur and amber eyes
- Dante -- Brother --Tall, white, gray, black bi-color tabby tom with long fur and amber eyes
- Nina -- Sister --Short, gray tabby she-cat with short fur and amber eyes
- Ciara -- Sister --Short, white she-cat with average fur and amber eyes
- Quinn -- Brother -- Short, gray tom-cat with long fur and amber eyes
- Bruno -- Brother -- Average, gray and white bi-color tabby tom with fluffy fur and amber eyes
- Dixie -- Sister --Short, black she-cat with short fur and amber eyes
- Jessica -- Sister --Tall, white she-cat with fluffy fur and amber eyes.
- Raccoon -- Brother -- Patchy gray and white Maine Coon with thick fur and amber eyes.
Joan -- Mate -- Muscular blue molly with blue eyes.
Kits:
Bubble -- Blue tom with white flecks and blue eyes.Mist -- Longfurred blue and white molly with blue eyes.Seastar -- Angular blue patched white tom with blue eyes.Cloud -- Longfurred white molly with blue eyesSnow -- Longfurred white molly with blue eyes.Ice -- White tom with blue eyes.Rosa -- Blue and white molly with blue eyes.
HISTORY
cw: suicide, gore
I am damaged, far too damaged
The scent of blood filled the air with an acrid tang. Pools of sticky red liquid filled the clearing, sinking into the earth and staining the place forever more. Bodies lined them, all shapes and sizes. Cats both small and large, young and old, all had been slaughtered mercilessly. A blue she-cat crawled her way out of a puddle of her own blood, the same liquid dribbling from her mouth. She was badly wounded. Internally wounded. She wouldn't last long. She had to make this count.
But you’re not beyond repair
A silver spotted molly lay in the pool just beyond her with fur so red you couldn't tell her original color. Her breathing was ragged. One of her legs was gone. But most of that blood wasn't hers, it belonged to the seven kits that lay between them. Their sons and daughters that had been murdered in the battle. One litter barely old enough to catch their own mice, one just newborn. They were all dead already, there was no hope for them. But for her....
Stick around here
Make things better
‘Cause you beat me fair and square
Her love, her darling, her shining stars and endless seas. Her guardian angel. It was her turn to be the guardian now. It would be her turn for the rest of her mate's hopefully long life. The blue molly dragged herself over and one by one, gathered up the kits. Her mate opened one eye. The blue molly smiled weakly. The pain was so great, but it would all be better soon.
Please stand back now
‘Little further
She began to gather their kits. One by one she took their little ones- the cats they'd nursed and raised together- the cats they'd thought would grow into strong, confident loving adults- the cats who's lives had been cut so tragically short- she took them and she laid them in a line. Ever so gently, as if they were sleeping and she was trying not to wake them.
Don’t know what this thing will do
She'd heard the legends. The stories that had been passed down generation to generation. Blood must drain blood for life to begin anew. She'd never believed them, but now was her last chance.
Hope you’ll miss me
Wish you’d kiss me
Then you’d know I worship you
She slit their throats one by one, prying her weakened mate's jaws apart and pouring their blood onto her waiting tongue. She sputtered at first- gasped even- tried to fight it but it was no use. She was too weak. But not for long.
I’ll trade my life for yours
The blue molly raised a claw to her own throat.
Oh my God—
Her mate thrashed, blood pouring from her mouth as she did everything in her power to stop her love. But it was too late. In a glint of white, a cascade of blood poured down onto the weakened feline.
And once I disappear
Life began to drain from her. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her bones one last time as every ounce of her lifeforce was leaving her.
Wait, hold on—
Her mate gasped, her eyes beginning to glow. Tears welled from them as her blue warrior, still bleeding, stood above her with a weakening smile. "Remember that you are loved. Make sure this never happens again."
Clean up the mess down here
Not this way!
With the last of her strength, the blue molly pushed her mate into the river.
Our love is God
Our love is God
Our love is God
Our love is God
Say Hi to God
The pale molly awoke on the shores of the river, carried far, far downstream. Her wounds had mysteriously healed- though she never knew that she had them at all. The only one that remained was her missing leg. Scars littered her body and the taste of blood burned her mouth. But when she awoke, all of the horror that she had witnessed- all the bloodshed and murder- had vanished. Unconscious and alone the molly had lost her memory. She only remembered one word.
"Joan"
OTHER
Purchases made: 9 lives
