Post by nasty on Jun 25, 2021 20:52:05 GMT
Name: Delilah Desired Name: Allegiance: Solitary Rank: Loner Age: 50 moons Birth Moon: Snow Moon 2017 Sex: Queen (She/Her) A kitty-pet soft seal lynx point she-cat with pretty blue eyes. Personality Warm and giving. Delilah has a big heart with enough room to love almost anybody. She can't stand to see anyone around her unhappy and will go to extreme lengths to fix the problem, feeling as if it's her responsibility to help others no matter how much help she needs. Sometimes she gives too much of herself to others.Sensitive. When Delilah does need help, she won't reach out, and her mate Bandit has to go to great lengths to coddle and pry it out of her. She can come off as very emotional since she needs attention to be validated, but she's actually very hard on herself. She doesn't react very well to criticism, taking things extremely personally. Needy. Delilah's big heart comes with a price. As much love as she pours into others she needs to be poured right back into her. Delilah is a cat that can't be alone. Rash and stubborn. She has a tendency to do what she wants to do when she wants to do it without a second thought. She can be pretty inflexible, especially when it comes to fixed social norms and appearing perfect. What Delilah says, goes. Concerned. Delilah can be a helicopter parent, and frankly a helicopter mate. She cares very deeply about everyone around her, though her constant worry can be overbearing. History Housefolk aren't all that bad. Delilah'd been around them for all of her life - literally. The first time she opened her eyes she saw one of their grubby hands reaching for her and she mewled out in fear. But they didn't hurt her, and later she would learn to trust them, to even love them. And she had to rely on them. Delilah never stepped outside. Her mother'd never stepped outside. Her mother's mother never stepped outside. They were purebloods - cats bred by housefolk to be trophies and trinkets and shown off to other housefolk. At the end they won large and colorful ribbons to show who was the best. Delilah was proud to say she'd won a few.Her housefolk were wonderful. They were a family, two older and two younger, but she liked the older female one the best. The man was gone all the time and barely acknowledged her, and the children pulled her tail, but she loved them all. She still has dreams of laying in their down-soft beds, being stroked to sleep. Then she wakes to the cold, hard reality and she wonders, how did I get here? They left her. Sure they were good, but they left her. After she tried to warn them! She had sat there, her head tilted to the side, while she watched the man slowly turn the knob on the stove and drop the dishcloth over it. Then he closed one eye and made a motion to his lips. Delilah clawed outside their doors all night, yowling, but no one ever came. She was turning circles out of fear when thick black smoke began to seep into the air, clogging her lungs so she couldn't even hack. Alarms starting screeching all over the house, so loud she was paralyzed. Someone scooped her up upside down and carried her out through the blaze. In her confusion, she clawed out as hard as she could and was thrown from their arms into the cold night snow. She was more terrified than she'd ever been. Everywhere she looked there were red alarms screaming, and she couldn't find her housefolk in the sea of otherfolk. Alone, freezing, and overwhelmed, she wedged herself into a small space and stayed there, shivering, until she could finally doze off. Delilah didn't know where she would have gone from there if her knight in shining armor hadn't appeared that next morning - a gorgeous tom with the clearest blue eyes. He scared the living mouse-dung out of her at first, but she was soon won over by his charm. Together they searched the wreckage for any sign of where her housefolk might have gone, but found nothing. So Delilah placed her trust in the strange cat. She followed him, and he taught her how to be a stray. But still, every day she visited what used to be her home, and every day she was let down. Eventually, she gave up. She was falling in love. Bandit made promises to protect and guide her, and he kept them. They broke her collar, buried it, and went on to have a beautiful litter of three together - Sugar, Tinder, and Goon. They lived on the streets, which was fine for Bandit and Delilah could stomach it because she loved him, but the streets are no place for kits. Everywhere she turned there was danger to protect her children from - monsters, twoleg kits trying to steal them as kittypets, and the looming threat of starvation. Meanwhile Bandit took them headlong into danger. Eventually, mainly with her daughter Sugar's complaints, they were finally able to convince Bandit to leave the Twolegplace and start a new life of abundance in the woods. Delilah made one last goodbye to her old life before she went. She saw a twoleg ambling around the garden and recognized him as one of her old housefolk, but she turned and left before he could notice her. And erased the memory of that night from her mind. Family Tree Mate: BanditOffspring: Sugar, Tinder, Goon Parents: Juliet, King Siblings: Cashmere, Prince, Viola, Primrose |