Posts by ShatteredEye

Hello there.

Urk, I'm new and all that jazz; honestly nervous about even speaking up... So, yeah...Hi!
SorrythisisretardedlyshortandstupidItendtobelikethat

Traits: I am a a fine-furred she-cat with serene eyes and long, abundant white whiskers. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but you will never find a more loyal friend than me.

History: I had a fight with my best friend and then they disappeared. I have never been able to forgive myself or stop looking for them.

A brown tabby sat some ways off, just out of sight, yet she could easily hear everything. Her vivid aqua eyes searched for all. All she could see: two cats. With an irritated flick of her short tail, the she-cat waited, hoping for some more evidence something was happening. She needed to know...Know what would come of interaction, seeing as she has not seen a cat in several months.

Name: Annui Yu'Daris
Age: 16 years
Gender: Female
Group: Jacrai, The Craftsmen
Animal: Bear
Description: Annui is a thin, but healthy girl. She stands at 5'5". Her skin is a honey brown, a large band of freckles spread across her nose and about her shoulders. Black, wavy hair is shoulder-length and kept in either twists done while wet or a plait. She frequently has a vibrant feather stuck in her hair. Her face is round with a left ice-blue eye and a right brown one, her nose turns up a bit but not too much; her hair frequently falls in her face, so it rarely "frames" her face as it should. Along her arm is a peppering of small scars, got from various means. She has a rather shape-less figure and a low, whispering voice.
She commonly wears black- just a simple black shirt and a pair of pants suits her fine. She always has a necklace of bone beads her mother gave her- the teeth of many predators are strung about the thick, hide cord. She sometimes wears a bear-headed charm on a length of cord about her waist, or even to tie her hair in one.
Personality: Annui is a quiet girl, rarely speaking up. She is consistently fidgeting and biting her nails, showing how insecure she is. She can be likable, but usually moves from crowds of more than a few persons she knows. She tried her best to judge everyone as who they are, but this fails miserably when she sees someone do something she deems stupid. Everything is a puzzle that must be solved.
History: Annui has lived in her room for most her life, except when she had to go to get some education. She sees everything as a puzzle that must be solved, so she usually makes little puzzles and other things to trick her own mind. Her mother and father were always there for her, until her mother had disappeared one day. When her father went to find her, despite all Annui's protests, he vanished too. She does not believe them dead but...somewhere else.
With nothing to support her but a relative who was dangerously busy, Annui made necklaces and bracelets and stashed them all in her room. Each one had a depiction of an animal on it, whether it be in battle or in rest. Once her Aunt discovered this, most of the pieces were sold and the girl was left with a bear-headed charm. She modified it so it may be put on a ribbon or some other length of string and worn as a headband or anything. She keeps this in her pocket, or about her waist if she so desires. This kept on for a few more years, until Annui turned fifteen. She then strayed away from her Aunt and consistently stayed outside, but away from others. She kept every little thing she made, burying them so that they may make new life if a seed were to be planted on them.
Now, when she is sixteen, the girl keeps away from others. It had to take a lot of effort and beckoning and cooing and consoling for the child to come to see what lay in store for her.

Animal Form: Bear
Name: Latise de Ferromn
Gender: Male
Species: Asiatic Black Bear
Description: A larger than average Asiatic Black bear with a creamy, crescent-shaped mark on his chest. His fur is tar-black, but his muzzle is more of a brown with a white chin. His ears are large and closer together than average on his large, round head. His deep brown eyes are gentle and warm, inviting even. Due to the longer fur on his neck and shoulders, he appears to have a sort of mane. A large cream blotch resides on his left paw, set between his short but sturdy claws. An intricate, white pattern starts at his forehead and continues to spread out in enlarging circles until they reach his ears, where they turn a mossy green. This pattern then goes into complicated lines down his back, branching out like a tree along his flanks to his paws.
Personality: Latise is friendly and very protective. He is like an over-protective brother or parent, who deeply cares for everyone's safety. When he is angry, he tends to get very violent, very quickly- only few can calm him down. He can be very laid-back, but only if the going's been quiet for a good, long while; as soon as danger is near his protective side kicks in. He can be asked many questions as he is relatively knowledgeable, but only answers based on the season and lunar pattern and the time of day.
Other: Annui made him a necklace with only two beads of a dark wood- both engraved with her childish symbols for friendship. He wears this proudly.

Hi guys and thanks a bunch~

Yeah, you all seem very friendly and all :)

Onwards into randomness

She sat quietly, watching closely. A fallen clan, they say? This should be interesting, so she brown tabby creeps just a bit closer. A bit too close. She steps on a sharp rock and recoils, landing on some dried leaves to make a noticeable 'crunch.' She hurriedly looked about, hoping no cat heard that.

Sure, I just thought 'Oh wait, should've typed "she would." But I had to go immediately after
Thanks though c:

Traits: I am a a fluffy she-cat with serene eyes and long, abundant white whiskers. I am afraid of confrontations and do anything to avoid a fight, but I can tell an amazing story.

History: My brother mysteriously disappeared when I was a kit.

The brown tabby hissed and back away a bit, ears flattened. Her vivid aqua eyes looked over the tom and she looked down.
"Name Neramora. Hoping to find out..."
She hesitated, then tried to form a proper sentence. Her voice was rough, as if she rarely spoke.
"I...am Neramora... I search for others."
Her tail made a quick, flicking gesture to about her. She then stared the tom in his eyes, smiling, "You are one, other is two." At other, she was referring to the other she-cat, Red.

Traits: I am a a scraggly furred tom with mysterious eyes and youthful, kit-like features. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I never tell a lie.

History: Growing up my mother was neglectful and depressed, and I was left to my own devices in the Clan nursery. Then my mother died of a poppy overdose.

Neramora looked at him questioningly after a quick nod. Why? She never spoke, it was just what she used to do... Wander.
"Why? As in, speak?" her voice was slowly getting better, but this was barely noticeable.
"Wandering, never saw another other."
Neramora now seemed much calmer, her short tail wrapped about her paws as much as it could. She then nodded, suddenly.
"And you? Who are you?"

Sleetsoul was feeling very lazy today. Her fluffy, chocolate lynx point pelt was not in the greatest condition, seeing as the she-cat never appreciated anything remotely neat or tidy. She spotted the two cats, apprentices no doubt and moved towards them with a heavy step.
"H-hello you two," she smiled, "What, may I ask, are you two doing here all alone?"
The she-cat sat beside Marigoldpaw, smiling brightly and looking over the cats. Huh, one is still pretty mucky, the other is a bit...too clean. Cleanliness was Sleetsoul's bane.

The tabby followed closely, looking at the mysterious tom curiously. She wondered why his name was 'not important.'
"Names are important. You do have one, yes?"
Maybe not the most intelligent, Neramora usually is one to ask questions until she gets into trouble. Yay.
"So, why here? Who is other? Why not elsewhere?"
She began to shoot of random, fragmented questions.

A large but young dragon was soaring above in the darkness. Her scales were like liquid darkness with patches of cloud white and covered her long, strong body. Four, massive wings flapped occasionally, just enough to keep her airborne. Her six, small eyes notice a blue thing in the grass below and she dives to investigate.
She stopped just a good distance above the ground, then landed roughly. Her winged forelimbs folded neatly, the membrane pulsing with veins that showed through the sickly transparent skin. A crown of approximately seven horns gave her an intimidating appearance. The female regarded Hyrein with wonder, then nodded. Her split tail, both tipped with a sort of stinger, beat the ground in fickle content. All in all, she looked like a tank.
The female refused to speak, instead looking at Hyrein with such wonder.

The brown tabby slowed her pace, so she kept behind the tom. If she has a name? The other? The loner looks up at the she-cat and stops. Maybe she should really just leave... Then, a slight tug inside told her to stay a bit more.
"Maybe, best I leave sooner... Someone begs to be found..."
With luck, later on, she will find someone she searched for forever.

Sleetsoul looked at everyone around her and suddenly felt...much older. Responsibility! Gah, another bane of the she-cat's existence. She then tried to count everyone, but lost track once she looked at her paws. And she did this frequently.

"Oh, okay, oh okay!" she suddenly piped up, "How many..?"

She stopped to look about one last time. Urk, why was these apprentices and the kit all here anyways?

Firstly, let me just say, I'm not sure if I will or will not continue this at different intervals. Read it please, if you like it or see any mistakes, please point them out! I enjoy it when others enjoy my ,stupid,idiotic writing.

Anything written like 'this' is "invading thought" or telepathy. Gosh me and my complicated names

Well, enough of that, on to the story!

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There was definitely something up. The streets were empty and the world seemed to have died. Thinking back, was it always like this? My only answer was a quiet ‘mew’ as a black cat rubbed against my leg, purring contentedly. I stooped down, shifting the weight of the grocery bag in my arm so I may pet this feline’s glistening fur.
“Hello there,” I muttered, smiling gently. The cat looked up, almost as if it were trying to speak to me.
‘Leave.’
“W-where did that co-,” I began, but was cut off as the cat climbed on my arm and began to hiss.
‘Leave, human!’
“I-it’s you…isn’t it?” the very though shocked me. How could cats speak?
‘Just do as I say, human! Daughter of man, run!’
Without much thought, I stuffed the groceries into my backpack, zipped it closed and grabbed the cat. The keys were between my teeth. Obviously the fluffy overlord detested being touched so suddenly.
‘W-what! Let go of me, mortal! Release me!’
That last part sounded pretty pathetic to me, so I just tightened my grip on the feline and ran down the empty street. Goodbye Rasinto, you were a good town for the first two weeks.
‘Wait!’
As soon as that was said, I ran into a barrier. Obviously, with my poor eyesight and lack of glasses, I couldn’t see farther than four feet in front of me. I said something along the lines of, “Uhmmm…”
‘No time. Run!’
Now, I saw the danger. Or, I thought I did. Approximately two feet in front of me, was a fluffy white cat with eyes like gold. It was a beautiful feline, making the black one in my arms seem almost hideous. Being the sucker for cute, fluffy things and animals, I bent down and beckoned to the white cat.
“Aww, aren’t you the fluffiest thing. Really, you’re much fluffier than my poor baby Chinchilla, Pigment.”
A sad sigh escaped my lips. Pigment died a few days ago, her body found mangled.
“Hey, blackie, or, the black cat…Wait, no, that sounds offensive…” I just was there, mulling over this problem: what to call the short haired, black cat with the vivid eyes like garnets.
‘Look!’ it hissed in my mind again.
I saw the other cat was rubbing on my outstretched hand. I had no idea for gender, so I chose to voice this major concern.
“Hey, um, kitty…Are you a boy or girl? I need nicknames!” I then yelled, “NICKNAMES EVERYWHERE!”
This scared the white cat away a few steps, but it purred and looked almost regal.
‘I, young madam, am a male. I see you enjoy my fur, beautiful as always!’ he had an accent in my mind.
‘Don’t listen to this overly pompous cat! He’s a vain, egotistical prick!’
“And you, black kitty? He or she?”
‘What do you think, madam? That dirty chat is obviously a male as well!’
I let the black cat climb on my bag, the took up the ever-regal white cat. He held him away from the other one, afraid of an impending war of some sort. Then, I turned to walk back home. By this time, despite it being so late, a few people were on the streets. This was comforting.
“So, Elizabeth, James, I am taking you both home. To my house. If you fight or anything, I will skin you alive and keep you as a souvenir. Good?”
I heard no protests, just seeing two cats looking at me strangely. They then began to meow at each other, but not in the ‘I-will-kill-you’ kind of way, more like the ‘this-girl-is-weird-keep-an-eye-out’ kind of meow. I was growing tired of hearing, or even feeling, like others were judging me.
“Listen, cats…no more talking about me. I will kill you if you continue…” my voice had a sharp, murderous undertone. The cats obviously got it and quieted down, just shooting each other knowing looks.
With much difficulty, I managed to open the lock with my teeth and the key. One more Strange Achievement for me, I guess. As soon as I pushed the door open with my hip, the black cat, or Elizabeth, leapt off my bag to land gracefully on my dirty carpet.
‘Yuck! Could you not clean this up, human?’
“Hey, I was going to until this crazy crap happened!”
‘Don’t mind him, mademoiselle, he is just a street cat. He’s used to such filth!’
‘Keep that up and I will claw yer eyes out, you big-‘
I just stepped on his black, elegant tail. He cursed in my head and that alone was enough to give me headaches. As soon as I lift my foot, he retreated under the couch with just his head poking out. The white cat, James, was content enough to stay in my arms. I simply set him down on the couch, where he sat up and looked about in content.
“Welcome to my home, I guess. Nothing much, considering I moved here two weeks ago… I have a job, guys, one that requires most of my time. Please do not scratch, tear, hiss, yowl or…m-m-matters… in my house,” I growled forcefully before dropping on the couch beside the unfazed James. “This is all I have left now.”
The black cat got from under the couch and leapt beside me, regarding my frail figure with utmost caution. He then sat down, tail flicking uncomfortably. James yawned.
‘So, mademoiselle… When, may I ask, may we have something to eat?’
‘Yeah, I’m pretty hungry too, human.’
“Oh, yeah, food,” I grumble, forcing my body to move up to go to the kitchen miles away. After finally getting up after the fifth attempt, I move to the kitchen. I slouched against the counter, the bag on my back still. After another good four tries, I opened the bag and unpacked the few things I bought. Some reason I always stocked up on cat food, even though Pigment died.
“What do you guys eat?” I ask, holding up two types of cat food: one was that fancy stuff in the can, the other was the dry food stuff.
‘I would take first pick, alley-cat!’ Elizabeth growled at this, ‘I would much like that canned food. It is absolutely delicious!’
“And you, Mister Grumps? Elizabeth?”
Hearing this name made him flatten his ears in disgust, but spoke up, ‘I would take either, human.’
“Okay, dried food for Elizabeth and this other stuff for James.”
I quickly set about getting four food and water dishes. All of them were blank, but the pairs matched. I gave the blue one with fishes about it to James and the other plain silver one to Elizabeth. I shared out a little for their food, telling them I would give them a little more if they are not satisfied. James was very happy with his bowl and began eating his tuna snack with gusto. The black cat, on the other hand, looked at his food suspiciously.
‘You sure this is safe human?’ his voice sounded more concerned than I liked.
“Sure, I guess. Pigment lived for nearly twenty years on both and she was fine…Until a few days ago anyways. Still wondered what happened to my baby…”
At the comfort, Elizabeth the male black cat took a few bites. He chewed slowly, closing his eyes. Once he began to eat hungrily, James just ready for more.
‘Mademoiselle, more please.’
I shared out the last bit of the tin in his bowl and went to get fresh water and milk. I had no idea what some cats eat or drink, especially these two- something was odd about them, aside from the fact they can communicate with me. I stopped suddenly. Why was I just thinking of this? Probably because I was a dense idiot.
“Erm, guys, look up a sec here.”
Both cats looked up, James slightly irritated from having his meal disturbed. I knew this from the flicking of his amazingly fluffy tail. Elizabeth looked up cautiously, chewing still. I gave him a quiet smile, then held up the carton of cow’s milk and a bottle of water. James, being the elaborate cat he is, wanted milk but I stared him down.
‘Urk! T-then, I-I would take the…water, oui, water, mademoiselle!’
Elizabeth looked at the milk blankly. Apparently he has not had any of it since he was a tiny kitten. I love kittens. I poured the water in James’ bowl and he scowled before lapping it up. The black cat, on the other hand, backed away as I poured the milk into his bowl. He looked at it, then at me questioningly.
“Go on, try some. James can always have the rest if you don’t or can’t have it!” I replied cheerfully.
He began to lap it up, then nodded, ‘this is good, human. I think I will have this.’
Let us just hope he was not lactose intolerant like Pigment was- that scenario was horrible. As soon as I got up, poured myself some milk and guzzled it down, effort was made to move to the living room. All I could do was grumble, “Eh, come to the living room when you’re both done. Fight and I skin you.”
A quick glance at the clock, it was well after 2 AM and I had yet to get the rest for tomorrow. I was seriously thinking about sleeping in or going to rely on coffee for the rest of my life when James hopped on my lap. He yawned, an action I mimicked, then settled for sleep on my lap.
“Nighty night guys.”

The loner had a hard time making a choice. Sure, she felt she should stay, but should she follow this feeling? She sat down, debating.
"I guess I will stay, opportunities await here, no?"

Name: Victoria Xavier
Age: 17
Occupation: Trainer
Home Region: Unova
Home Town: Lacunosa Town
Starter: Larvesta
Reason: Her older brother went on his own journey, promising to bring her back something. Victoria expected a necklace or something, but her brother sent her a pokeball with a note attached. Turns out he left the region just a week after he caught the frail thing and he expects her to take care of it.
Team: Larvesta (female), Venipede (male), Gothita (male)

The dragon replied, using both a series of short clicks and snorts and telepathy, "I enjoy the darkness, it embraces me. I expect a response to the very question, Blue-scales."
The female shifted, laying down heavily on the ground. In this position, a few soft spots opened in her armour. She was just as weak as anything else. With a huff she added, quickly, "And, Blue-scales, thy name if I may have it?"