Room of Angel~ She-Cat of Nothing
Feb 27, 2014 3:15:03 GMT
Post by Runningtail on Feb 27, 2014 3:15:03 GMT
So you wish to know about Room of Angel hm?
Well,
Her name, is based off of a Song, from Silent Hill 4,
Room of Angel.
She was born a very small and lean White and Lighter Ghostly Gray Kit, in a Littler of Five.
She was smallest, but that meant nothing.
She was born on a Two-Leg Home.
Her mother let her Kits roam the town they lived in, and eventually, when she was almost
Twelve Moons of Age, she left her Home, and headed for the Streets as an Alley-Cat.
Oh, was she popular with the Toms.
Friends to most of the She-Cats.
The toms would describe her as a Angel fallen from the Stars.
The she-Cats would describe her as a Friendly, but quiet Lass.
She had a few litters of Kits.
The Coats varying(She WAS Adored by the Toms, as I said)
Some were Brindle, others a lot like her, A Few were even Siamese!
Now, the Town she lived in, was near a Giant field, bordering a small Creek, that widened into a river, which was near
A Forest.
The Street and Alley-Cats would go there, for fun, and 'Adventures'.
Some came back, un-harmed.
Others, torn ears and ripped claws.
They said Wild-Cats lived there.
So Angel never went there when she though it Wasn't safe.
Oh, but her kits Adored the Fields, as did she.
And, one day, she was out with her Litter, with a few other She-Cats,
When, a dog, loose from it's Owner, it's leash dragging,
Ran across them, and started chasing her Kits.
Angel Panicked.
She ran at the Dog, yowling and spitting with anger and fear, her fur fluffing out.
The other she-Cats joined in, swiping at the Dog, and dashing off.
But, one of Angel's kits, a small, Brown and White Tabby She-Kit...
Got too close to the dog.
And then, it was all over.
The Owner, a Woman, grabbed her dog by the leash, and saw, Little Lucy, the She-Kit,
Laying on the ground.
She wasn't breathing.
The woman dashed wit the kit in her arms to the Vet.
Angel, never saw her kit again.
She was heart-broken.
Her tail dragged as she brought her remaining three kits home, her eyes, filled with tears, whiskers drooping.
The three remaining, were her Fifth Litter.
A Ginger Tom, Another Tom, Black with White spots, and a White and Tortoiseshell She-Kit.
Angel's its came and went.
She became, more Silent, as the Moons wore on.
Toms came and went.
Trips to the Woods, more Frequent.
She was with the Toms more.
And, day by day, she became more mournful,
Sadder.
A Shadow of what she had once been.
Some days, all she could think of was the Shadows and the Lovely secrets it had.
Others, all she could do was Cry for her Little Lucy.
Now, one Night, she was with Five of her Favorite Toms.
A Dark Gray, a Ginger, a Siamese,
A Brown Tabby and a White Tom.
They were laughing, and splashing in the River.
And, that was her first, and last meeting, with the Wild-Cats.
They came in suddenly, with Yowls of out-rage.
Screaming and spitting for Angel and her Toms to leave they're Territory.
They refused.
The Ginger, Max, Had his ear severely torn.
The Siamese, Yang, His fur was missing in some places.
The Dark Gray, Shadow, his face slightly scarred.
The Brown Tabby, Kirk, He left limping, his left front-paw Cut and Bruised.
The White Tom, Cloud, his fur covered with blood, his tail battered up.
And Angel...
Oh, Poor Room of Angel...
Died.
She was defending her Friends.
A Giant, Black and Mottled with White and Ginger patches tom, delivered the Final blow that sent her to the ground, and into the river.
And all she could feel.
Was Falling.
And then water.
And then the Cold.
She was Dying.
She was Frightened.
She was Alone.
Forever, no matter how many Toms she had.
She was Forever.
Alone.
Some nights, you can hear her mournful cries for help.
Others.
You can hear her Haunting voice.... Singing...
You lie, suddenly before me....
Your Tears, they mean nothing to me...
The Wind, howlin' at the Window...
The love, you never gave, I give to you...
You really don't deserve it..
But now, there's nothing you can do...
So sleep, in your deepest memory....
Of me.
My.
Dearest Mother.
Here's a lullaby to Close your Eyes
GoodBye
It was always you that I despised....
I don't feel enough for you to cry...
Oh well....
Here's a Lullaby to close your eyes...
Goodbye....
Goodbye.....
Goodbye......
I'm here Mama...
Oh Lucy....
Well,
Her name, is based off of a Song, from Silent Hill 4,
Room of Angel.
She was born a very small and lean White and Lighter Ghostly Gray Kit, in a Littler of Five.
She was smallest, but that meant nothing.
She was born on a Two-Leg Home.
Her mother let her Kits roam the town they lived in, and eventually, when she was almost
Twelve Moons of Age, she left her Home, and headed for the Streets as an Alley-Cat.
Oh, was she popular with the Toms.
Friends to most of the She-Cats.
The toms would describe her as a Angel fallen from the Stars.
The she-Cats would describe her as a Friendly, but quiet Lass.
She had a few litters of Kits.
The Coats varying(She WAS Adored by the Toms, as I said)
Some were Brindle, others a lot like her, A Few were even Siamese!
Now, the Town she lived in, was near a Giant field, bordering a small Creek, that widened into a river, which was near
A Forest.
The Street and Alley-Cats would go there, for fun, and 'Adventures'.
Some came back, un-harmed.
Others, torn ears and ripped claws.
They said Wild-Cats lived there.
So Angel never went there when she though it Wasn't safe.
Oh, but her kits Adored the Fields, as did she.
And, one day, she was out with her Litter, with a few other She-Cats,
When, a dog, loose from it's Owner, it's leash dragging,
Ran across them, and started chasing her Kits.
Angel Panicked.
She ran at the Dog, yowling and spitting with anger and fear, her fur fluffing out.
The other she-Cats joined in, swiping at the Dog, and dashing off.
But, one of Angel's kits, a small, Brown and White Tabby She-Kit...
Got too close to the dog.
And then, it was all over.
The Owner, a Woman, grabbed her dog by the leash, and saw, Little Lucy, the She-Kit,
Laying on the ground.
She wasn't breathing.
The woman dashed wit the kit in her arms to the Vet.
Angel, never saw her kit again.
She was heart-broken.
Her tail dragged as she brought her remaining three kits home, her eyes, filled with tears, whiskers drooping.
The three remaining, were her Fifth Litter.
A Ginger Tom, Another Tom, Black with White spots, and a White and Tortoiseshell She-Kit.
Angel's its came and went.
She became, more Silent, as the Moons wore on.
Toms came and went.
Trips to the Woods, more Frequent.
She was with the Toms more.
And, day by day, she became more mournful,
Sadder.
A Shadow of what she had once been.
Some days, all she could think of was the Shadows and the Lovely secrets it had.
Others, all she could do was Cry for her Little Lucy.
Now, one Night, she was with Five of her Favorite Toms.
A Dark Gray, a Ginger, a Siamese,
A Brown Tabby and a White Tom.
They were laughing, and splashing in the River.
And, that was her first, and last meeting, with the Wild-Cats.
They came in suddenly, with Yowls of out-rage.
Screaming and spitting for Angel and her Toms to leave they're Territory.
They refused.
The Ginger, Max, Had his ear severely torn.
The Siamese, Yang, His fur was missing in some places.
The Dark Gray, Shadow, his face slightly scarred.
The Brown Tabby, Kirk, He left limping, his left front-paw Cut and Bruised.
The White Tom, Cloud, his fur covered with blood, his tail battered up.
And Angel...
Oh, Poor Room of Angel...
Died.
She was defending her Friends.
A Giant, Black and Mottled with White and Ginger patches tom, delivered the Final blow that sent her to the ground, and into the river.
And all she could feel.
Was Falling.
And then water.
And then the Cold.
She was Dying.
She was Frightened.
She was Alone.
Forever, no matter how many Toms she had.
She was Forever.
Alone.
Some nights, you can hear her mournful cries for help.
Others.
You can hear her Haunting voice.... Singing...
You lie, suddenly before me....
Your Tears, they mean nothing to me...
The Wind, howlin' at the Window...
The love, you never gave, I give to you...
You really don't deserve it..
But now, there's nothing you can do...
So sleep, in your deepest memory....
Of me.
My.
Dearest Mother.
Here's a lullaby to Close your Eyes
GoodBye
It was always you that I despised....
I don't feel enough for you to cry...
Oh well....
Here's a Lullaby to close your eyes...
Goodbye....
Goodbye.....
Goodbye......
I'm here Mama...
Oh Lucy....
