Post by Ink on May 18, 2016 4:47:26 GMT 1
"So, you want to know my story? why? why is my life so appealing to you? why should I tell you about my history?.... because you're curious you say? HA! such pitiful reasoning" "Tell me, when you're long gone, will it matter whether you learned more information about some random creature than you had already been presented with? of course it won't... you're kidding yourself..." -Sigh- "I suppose curiosity is an annoying creature in itself, gnawing away at the mind like a flea gnaws at the flesh causing unbearable sensations and draining of vital essence... Very well then, you have 'twisted my leg' I suppose someone should know how I wound up in the land of death and despair. Listen well, for I shall only share the gift of knowledge a single time."
-Chapter One: The start of it all-
It was a sunny day, a young and beautiful she-cat wandered through the enclosed area around the two-leg nest in which she resided. Her breath was heavy and she grunted with fatigue as she drug her body into the nest. The two-legs were absent at the time, all four of them; two adults and two youths(the male of which being around eight years, and the female being around three or four years old). The she-cat entered the room in which housed a soft bed, and essential resources needed for life. It would take most of the day until the two-legs returned to their nest. They called out for the she-cat "Spice? Spice where are you?" one of the adults called out. The youths ran through the house in search. What they would find would be quite the surprise.
They found their cat alright, they found her laying in her soft bed, though she wasn't the only one there, for nestled against her silky fur were five tiny squirming creatures, void of fur and eyesight. The she-cat snapped her head up to a loud scream from one of the youthful two-legs. Having full knowledge of just how rowdy the youths could be, she wrapped her long tail around the batch of kits and shifted herself around so that her body would act as a shield for the helpless newborns. Quickly, the three other two-legs entered the room, worry sparked by the youth's scream. The group clustered around the bed while the she-cat remained ever vigilant, ensuring that her gaze was focused on the youths; she could never forgive herself if one of the infants were harmed while she was mere inches away.
Over time, the infants grew, their coats blooming like flowers in new-leaf. They were finally given their names. Two of the kits bared a striking resemblance to their mother, with bright coats and gorgeous patterns; two more had bright grey coats, they shimmered in the afternoon sun that pierced through the window in late day; the final kit's was darkly colored, her pelt carried a deep blue hue and her underbelly was a shining blue sheened silver, her dark blue fur earned her the name of 'Ink'.
Ink grew up being handled and interacted with the most out of the batch. Her different coloring let her stand out, this made her the favorite of the youthful two-legs. When the kits had reached three moons of age they met their father for the first time. He was a darkly colored tom by the name of 'Bullet'. He had recently become a rouge after being left behind by his two-legs, bound for a new nest that wasn't to pet friendly so it seemed. Bullet was never allowed into the house; though why would he have played by the rules? Spice was quite the intelligent cat, monitoring the two-legs behavior and studying just when and for how long they would leave their nest. There was a circular structure with sticks that seemed to move on their own, she had learned that the sticks would have a certain placement always within a certain range when the two-legs left, and another then they returned; she had learned how to read what was apparently called a 'clock' to a certain extent. When the time was right on certain days she would get up and travel to one of the windows. Bullet was quite intelligent as well; he had begun to use the sun's placement in the sky as a means of time. Every day, at the same time he would stride by the house, should he see the bright pelt of the she-cat he would know that it was safe to come in and see his kits.
Bullet's first meeting with his kits was.... well there are no true words to explain it. He gazed down at each one, giving each one a gently swipe of his tongue along their back. He paused once he laid eyes on the one deemed Ink. His deep blue gaze met her own and he grinned, he loved all of his kits though he took special interest in this one. The kits adored their parents and each other, everything was perfect for the time; that is until there was a roar outside the nest that never sounded itself this early. Bullet's ears perked up as well as Spice's. "Hide" she quietly mewed with a sense of urgency in her voice. His efforts were in vain as the early arriving two-legs found him attempting to hide his body under a chair, yet failing to tuck his tail under. He bolted through the house, being chased and screamed at by the two-legs. The loud slam of a window echoed through the house causing the kits to hide their heads and Spice to leap up to the window within her room. Bullet's figure came into view and he nodded to show that he was unharmed; Spice released a relieved exhale and shared the news with her kits.
Things were never really the same after that day. The cat door was removed and replaced with a hard piece of wood firmly placed onto the door. Spice could no longer exit, likewise Bullet could no longer enter. However, he was willing to put through the efforts for his mate and kits. He spent the next days building strength and practicing jumps and agility. One day, in the dead of night a familiar meow could be heard. Spice's ears perked as she tried to locate the source. Then, low and behold there was Bullet sitting upon the outside portion of the ledge, blue gaze shining through the clear wall positioned quite high. Spice was overjoyed, she leapt from object to object until she had reached het mate. Each pressed a paw to the wall and grinned at each other. Spice gave a soft mew before leaping down, she quickly returned with one of the kits, and so began a new tradition: Every night Bullet would search for his mate in the window, should she be there he would sit at the ledge and Spice would bring each kit up one at a time to greet their father. Life was close to being perfect once more, close enough at least.
Soon came a day when many strange two-legs entered. Naturally spice was protective over her still young kits. One of the familiar adult two-legs picked her up, despite her efforts she was stuffed into a small container which she could not escape from. She yowled in emotional agony. The sight of the strange two-legs handling her kits enraged her. "Run my babies!" she called out. Of course the its attempted to flee but were cornered and placed back into the bed, though this time being blocked from another exit. Once the strange two-legs had left Spice was released. She raced over to the bed to ensure her kits were safe. She counted them "One..two..three.." her face turned to dread as she sniffed around searching the room. Maybe they had gotten past her gaze and were hiding somewhere. She called out, and got an answer. A soft meowing coming from far away, not within the room. Spice bolted to the door and frantically scratched at the door in a desperate attempt to open it, yet she was met with failure. The roar of the silvery, bright-eyed monsters filled her ears. Quickly she rushed to the window placing her paws against the cool glass. There she saw them, in the arms of the two-legs being placed into the monsters. They wailed out for their mother, though she could do nothing but watch as her beloved kits were stolen from her. She sat at the window for a while after the roars had faded before returning to her remaining kittens. She laid with the whimpering youths and rumbled her chest in a purr in an attempt to soothe them.
Night had arrived, Spice glared to the window. What was once a place of joy and love, was now a place plagued by sadness and loss. With a sigh Spice rose to her paws to reach the window. Bullet arrived right on schedule, Spice's heart ached terribly but she knew that Bullet had the right to know. He grinned at her but she merely hung her head, he gave a confused gaze as she leapt down to bring up one of the remaining kits. He happily greeted the kit, then the next, and the third. Spice leapt down to place the final kit back and returned with nothing. Bullet turned his head in confusion and mewed softly "Where's the other one?" he asked with a bit of worry in his tone. Spice merely shook her head as tears trailed down her muzzle. "They're gone.... I failed.." she mewed softly, voice cracking. Bullet's face showed an expression of horror. "The others are staying! I'll make sure of it!" he said with anger in his tone, his voices still softened by the wall that divided the two. The kits below merely gazed up to their mother tearfully until she returned to lay beside them for the night.
Bullet remained within the bushes all night, and all day until he heard wails from within the house. He couldn't make out what words were said, though he knew they were the wails of his whole family. Soon the usual two-legs exited the door carrying a small container, wails for help emitting from within. Bullet ran for them, though was separated from them as the two-leg entered the monster with the container. He yowled and clawed at the monster's hard body. It let out a scream louder than normal, startling him. It then snarled and began to back up, he backed himself up as to avoid being crushed. Bullet followed its slow movements, as it gained speed. He knew it wouldn't stop now, quickly he leapt onto it's body and glared into the frontward window, he snarled and hissed at the two-leg within. The two-leg yelled at him and the monster screamed, though Bullet merely scratched at the window. The monster suddenly gained speed. Bullet lost his balance, his upper half fell prompting him to grasp the ridge at the bottom of the window. As the monster moved erratically he was tossed around, desperately trying to regain his balance. Eventually he was cast to the ground and tumbled along the hot, dark path. He rose growling in pain, he was covered in bruises, scrapes, and blood; but this wouldn't hold him back. He dashed down the path as quickly as his injured body could take him. He pushed past the feelings of exhaustion and continued despite having long lost the monster. He wouldn't allow himself to give up, though another thing could be said for his body. Eventually , it collapsed; his lungs heaved and his heart raced, seemingly about to burst. His body wouldn't even allow him to sit up. "No...." he quietly heaved out. As he watched his blurred vision fade. He awoke far later, it was the dead of night at the time he had gained consciousness. His eye teared as he snarled in anger, both at his own body and at the monster that had taken away his kits. Weakly he rose and began the journey back home.
It was the break of dawn by the time he had arrived back at the two-leg's nest. Weakly he made several attempts to reach his place at the window before finally achieving his position. He yowled for his mate, his chest heaving. He waited for a good while before he saw her. Spice approached the window with a slight look of hope in her eyes, yet upon seeing Bullet's expression of failure she hung her head with mental pain, nearly if not more severe than that of his physical injuries. "I'm so sorry my sweet, I failed to rescue our kits. If only I hadn't let myself fall, I could have saved them. I couldn't even save one... what kind of father am I?" he questioned himself in despair. Spice looked into his tearful gaze with her own. Slowly she leapt down from the window. Bullet was nearly certain that his mate had gone down for the night. He turned to leap down for himself until he heard a tiny mew. He turned his head around quickly to see one of his kits. The kit's silvery underbelly gleamed with the dawn's weak light, and her blue gaze pierced through the window. His jaw slowly fell, it was a miracle, there was still one left. Quickly he turned and placed his paw to the window, at a slow pace the kit did the same aligning her tiny paw with his comparably massive one. "My daughter..... I will NOT fail you..." he promised the youth with a confident tone masking his sadness.
-Chapter Two: The incident-
Time had passed, Ink's life had crumbled from the height it had been at since birth. Every day Spice would lay with her kit and keep careful eyes on both her and the door to her room. Upon entry, any two-legs would be viciously snarled at, the adults more so. She would not stand to allow the two-legs within three cat-lengths of her bed, though she had to accept that the two-legs had to come into her room to give her the basic necessities. Meanwhile, Bullet remained at the two-leg's nest, hiding himself in various places within the yard; ever vigilant in observing the door should there be any sign of his daughter's forced exit.
One day, Spice noticed an abnormal entry. The youthful two-legs had begun to visit the room again; the female, the most. Spice was highly protective, and always on her guard around the two-legs; should one of them happen to walk even a short distance away from the bed with her kit in hand, she wouldn't hesitate to unleash a fury of claws and teeth. However, the two-legs never attempted to take the kit away, they would even bring fun things for the kit to play with. It was inevitable that she bonded with them, mostly the female, as she was the most frequent visitor.
It had to have been at least a moon since the final batch of Ink's siblings were carted away, never to be heard from again. Spice had been taken away despite her efforts to fight back. She had been placed into a small box that smelled of strange places and chemicals. A small bit of fish had been placed in with her, this was a sign that she was going to the place she hated; what the two-legs called a 'vet'. Spice promised her kit that she would return later in the day, yet this didn't stop Ink's worries. She watched helplessly as the two-legs carried the box out the door, only to unleash a series of yowls and mews between Ink's parents as Spice tried to convince Bullet that everything would be okay. Ultimately, the tom was convinced to not try and follow the monster, as his kit remained within the nest.
With her mother gone, Ink was defenseless, and terrified. She had never been apart from her mother before. Ink kept to the bed, as it was the safest place and the smells comforted her feelings of fear; though it wasn't long before the female two-leg entered the room. She made her way to the bed and scooped up the kitten, holding her legs to avoid a scratch. Ink wriggled around helplessly and squealed for her mother. Her father, being trapped could do nothing but sit outside the door and listen helplessly to his daughter's wails. He was amped to strike the instant the door opened, but it never did. Ink was sure she would be taken away from the two-leg nest like her siblings, yet instead she was merely taken to another room. One with strange colorful objects littering the floor, walls, and furniture.
Ink was placed on what was apparently the youthful two-leg's bed. It was strange indeed, it was huge and had no soft walls to cuddle up against. Ink's limbs quivered as she inhaled the air surrounding her, trying to identify any familiar scents. Suddenly, something moved into her field of vision, it was a long and colorful stick with a string attached, at the end of that thread was a collection of feathers and a round, shining object that that emitted an intriguing ring. The object was moved around in a taunting manor. Ink couldn't resist the urge to try and catch it as it zipped across the surface of the bed and leapt into the air. The two-leg giggled with glee as the kit raced around and pounced onto the toy. Many different yet fun objects were introduced to her, she was overjoyed by the pleasure of playing like this, she had never had so much fun before. Soon though, a tiny red light she had been chasing around disappeared, she was a bit disappointed, yet at the same time still excited. A new toy would come soon, based on the previous experiences.
The two-leg sat down at a small dresser and pulled out a shining stick with a fluffy top. This toy was odd, yet looked fun. Ink slowly approached, using smaller objects as steps to climb onto the dresser. The two-let rubbed the soft portion of the object against her eyelid, darkening it. This was quite strange. Ink mewed at the two-leg, asking for the object. The two-leg giggled and moved the object down to Ink, she batted at the thing For a bit before the two-leg rose and moved back to the bed. The kit followed and scaled the soft bed with her tiny, yet sharp claws. The two-leg lay on her back moving the object across her eye once more. The movement was irresistible to the kit. Slowly Ink inched forward preparing a pounce.
Ink's rear shook with anticipation before she lunged for the object. Suddenly a loud scream and jolt of the two-leg startled her. In that moment she had realized her mistake, she had missed the object, and instead of capturing it, two of her claws had sunken into the two-leg's eyelid. The two-leg screamed in agony and pulled at the kit, smacking her on the back and head trying to make her let go. Ink was terrified by this behavior, and tried to pull her claws free, but they were stuck. The two-leg didn't seem to understand that Ink had the same desperation for freedom as she did. The two-leg soon wielded a hard object, something that looked like a toy, yet unappealing to a feline. A loud thud and wail of the kitten emitted as the two-leg bashed her head with the object. It wasn't long before the two remaining of the two-legs had entered the room and rushed over to help the youth. The only adult grasped Ink's body and paw while the male youth held the female down. Ink-once freed- was cast to the floor with a thump. Her paw was coated in a dark substance, along with blood and tear liquid from the two-leg's eye; though this wasn't the only substance in her fur. A large cut had been opened just behind her left ear, and bled profusely. Her head understandably ached, and she was in a daze. She whimpered as the male youth scooped her up and took her back to her mother's room and cast her down to the bed. She quivered and wailed in pain and terror, all the while trying to regain clear thoughts. She was confused, and dizzy though she could year the yowling of her father. "Ink, what happened, are you alright?" he shouted, though with a muffled voice. "D-dad, I'm scared, m-my head hurts..." she wailed out in hopes he could her. Helpless to reach his daughter, Bullet pawed at the window and gazed down at his quivering daughter. This instance had eliminated any remaining positive thoughts for the two-legs, he had nothing but hate, fury, and vengeance on his mind. "Your mother will return soon, just hang in there. I'm right here." he tearfully reassured the kit. It was torture on the tom to not be able to reach his injured daughter.
It had taken a while, but in the night she could hear the roar of one of the monsters, followed by the sound of the door and the angry yelling of the two-legs. Eager feelings filled the kit as the door to the room she was contained in opened, yet they were soon replaced by disappointment and fear as an adult two-leg entered the room with an empty box. She was helpless to resist their grasp as she was loaded into the box. The two-legs carried the box out of the room. To her horror, she knew she was being taken away. "Mom, dad, help!" she wailed out in a desperate mew. Out of the barred door and holes of the box she could see the two-legs. The one she had injured had a white patch on her damaged eye. Meanwhile Spice had taken not of her kit. "No!" she yowled as she thrashed around in her own box. Spice's judgement was hindered though, from whatever happened during her time away. Still, she thrashed about in a desperate attempt for freedom. "I'll tear you all apart!" she yowled and snarled at the two-legs though with understanding that they could not understand her. Spice's box fell to the floor while Ink was brought outside, and into the monster along with the youthful two-leg.
Bullet had fury in his eyes, though a thought popped into his head. Should he attack, he would never be able to beat the two-leg in a battle, and would likely inevitably fail in his mission to follow the monster like the time before. Instead of unleashing an attack, he leapt into the monster, his dark pelt hid him in the darkness. The door was shut with a thud, and the adult two-leg entered the monster from another entrance. The inside of the thing was even more bizarre than the outside. Ink whimpered from inside the box, she knew she would not return to the two-legs' nest she had been born within. The two-leg youth sat on an object upon the soft surface of one of the structures within. She glared at the box. "You stupid, worthless cat!" she yelled as she hit the box. Bullet growled silently as the adult two-leg shouted at the youth. With the sound of its yells Bullet mewed quietly enough for only his daughter to hear. "I'm here, my daughter, you're not alone. I refuse to let them hurt you." he assured the terrified kit.
The monster roared as it moved along, many other monsters and their glowing eyes could be seen through the clear walls. The monster stopped after a long time of travel and footsteps could be heard. Bullet slunk under the structure that held the box and two-leg youth on top of it. The adult grasped the box and carried it out of the monster, with Bullet silently following. The two-leg opened a small shining door and dropped the kit inside before heading back to the monster. Once the two-leg had left, Bullet pawed and bit at the door desperately trying to open it. "Ink, Ink I'm here, I'll get you out of there." he shouted. "Dad, I'm scared. Where's mom?" Ink squealed back. "Your mother is back at their nest, we'll return to her" he assured in hopes he could trace a scent and/or the movement he had felt to get back to the nest. Despite Bullet's efforts, the door hadn't budged. He was fearful that was running out of time as he could hear noises coming from inside; he took notice that there were several more silver doors. He turned to try and open one, then the other but failed at both. Finally he had success at the third one he had tried. He entered a cold metal cag as the door snapped shut. He growled in surprise at this. "Ink, Ink where are you?" He meowed. "Dad? I'm here." Ink shouted back from another cage. The place they were in was strange, animals were caged up everywhere. There were wails, barks and yowls of trapped animals everywhere. Strange scents lingered and odd two-legs walked around. "Don't worry Ink, I won't leave you" Bullet stated confidently.
After a short while, a few two-legs came to collect the animals that had been placed into the cages. The brought in the strange boxes to carry the animals; the same boxes Ink had seen. Ink was placed into another cage in a separate room. By some stroke of luck and miracle she was placed in a cage just above one to which her father was placed. Her cage had a bowl for food, one for water, and a litter box. She was placed with a second kitten only a few moons older than her. "Dad, I'm scared" she mewed while looking down out of the bars. "Don't worry my daughter, I'm not going anywhere without you" he mentioned reaching his dark arm out of the bars to reach the kit's own.
-Chapter Three: A Transition-
Ink had now spent what seemed to be a few days in the cage; though it was quite difficult to tell from the windowless room. One of the two-legs had long since wiped her head clean and rubbed some stinging substance into the wound. Many two-legs looked the same, their removable pelts were the exact same as those of other's; despite this there were other two-legs that looked completely different. The different looking two-legs were the main ones who removed cats from their cages.
The two-legs that entered the room were of all different ages and sizes, a few of which even tried to pick Ink or her father, though never at the same time. Each of them would hiss and snarl at the two-legs to get away, and it worked; up to a certain point that is. One two-leg wasn't deterred by Ink's warnings. He opened the door, only to have to catch the kit whom attempted to flee. He laughed at the kit's attempt and began to carry the kit away. Both the kit and her father yowled wildly to no avail. Ink was placed into a box and into another monster to be taken away from the facility.
The kit wailed and whined calling desperately for her father despite knowing full well that he had no ability to hear her. Weeping in terror, sadness, and fury the kit clawed at the door of the box in a futile bid for freedom. At last, the monster had screeched to a halt. The new two-leg had grabbed the box and taken it into his nest. The two-leg had something in his hands; he opened the cage and pulled the kit out to pin her down. The human wrapped the object around the kit's neck and it locked on with a click. The unknowing kit had been equipped with a collar designed to slowly stretch and grow along with the kit's neck.
"Ok, little one. Run around all ya like" the human stated as he left the room and shut the door behind him. Ink ran around in a desperate attempt to find an escape route; her attempts failed and yielded only the discovery of food, water, and a litter box. Ink, now exhausted came to a halt in a corner and laid her body to rest. She pawed and clawed at the object that had been placed around her throat, it irritated her skin and felt as though it was constricting her wind pipe. She panted with fatigue and glared around the room taking in all the new scents. "Mom... dad..." she gently mewed with tears forming in her eyes. Gently she curled herself and quivered in fear and sorrow.
Ink remained in the same place over night. She couldn't bring herself to eat or drink anything. Soon, the human had come in. "Seem to have calmed down a bit, I see" he said with a chuckle. Ink hissed and snarled at the human as he glared down at her. "Though still as feisty as ever" he mentioned before chuckling and moving to exit the room. "I guess a bit more time is needed" he said softly as he closed the door. Ink growled, she loathed the two-legs, they had effectively destroyed her life. In that moment she promised herself never to forgive them.
A few more days had passed before the man collected Ink and moved her out of the room. He called out to another human. "Ali! I have a surprise for you" he shouted. At his words a female two-leg youth had come running to him. Ink hissed viciously at the girl. The man merely laughed. "She's got energy alright" he said with a chuckle. "Be careful with 'er alright?" he said as he handed the kit to the child. Ink scrambled trying to bite and claw the two-leg that now held her, yet she was held in a position which would disallow most movement. The youth brought the kit into her room, it was very similar to that of the previous youthful female two-leg, yet much was different. The youth placed the kit on the floor and attached a thick string to the band around her neck. In response to this, Ink thrashed and tugged at the string trying to claw herself free. "Stop it" the youth told her. "I'm going to call you Princess Pretty Paws" she said joyfully. Ink couldn't understand her words yet had a strong feeling she wouldn't enjoy them if she could. The youth took out a set of what looked like a smaller version of the humans' removable pelts. ink hissed at the child but failed to keep her away. The girl forcibly placed the objects onto Ink's body. Ink snarled and hissed as she clawed at the garments. The voice of the male human echoed through the nest causing the female to leave. This could be Ink's only chance for escape. She tore at the tether that bound her, clawing and thrashing until a click could be heard. The metal clip that gripped her collar had come undone, she was free.
Ink bolted for the window within the room. Using other objects as steps she climbed to the glass. It was a miracle, the window was open just a few inches. Quickly the tiny kit squeezed body through the opening and fell to the ground. She hastily collected herself before bolting off, never looing back. Ink had ran into what was dubbed by humans 'a park' to hide within the foliage of a thick area of bushes; in the distance she could hear screaming and crying coming from the house; the spoiled brat had the guts to throw a fit over the mistreated kitten's escape. Ink released a sigh of relief as she rested herself. While it was joyous to be free, an unsettling and heart-wrenching feeling set in. Despite her freedom, there was no way she would ever see her family again. Her ears were pinned against her head as tears fell, she buried her face in her paws and wept for a good while.
Night had fallen, somehow she had fallen asleep. Her body itched and ached from being constricted by they garments that the youth had forced upon her. With good effort and desperation, along with the usage of sticks and twigs she was able to remove the garments, though despite the struggle, the collar would remain. Ink gave a soft sigh and glared out at the two-leg area, "I'll never forgive you" she murmured to all two-legs. With that, she turned and bolted from the bushes into the bustling city that surrounded the park on all sides, never to be seen by the previous man and his child again; the only sign of her they found had been the torn and filthy garments remaining within the bush.
-Chapter Four: The Aftermath
-To Be Continued-