Kari’s Eyes (Alleyway) (OPEN)
It isn’t funny When you try to impress But are rejected. So why do you laugh? -Unknown I don’t normally fall down, that’s what Kari likes to tell herself. Kari is a smart cat, who will put herself in idiotic situations just to prove she’s right, and can compete, with other cats. But she’s wrong. She just lives in a dank alleyway, where the sun never touches her ragged pelt, just dealing if a cat comes and steals from her, attacks her, it’s all just the same. This once beautiful shecat has a mottled tortoiseshell coat, once full of shine and glistening of sheen. Now, her fur is spiked up in fear, puffed up in cold from being chased out, or ruined from being... ruined. The worst part is... Can she ever trust you? -Kari- -Appearance- Her coat is brown, black, and deep orange, mottled and ragged from countless moons of agony. Her eyes are holly green and amber, twinkling with hope that one day it might get better. Her paws are soft as clouds, and her claws as broken and splintered from walking in the asphalt jungle for years, splintered like rotting wood. Her head drooping in subordination, her fire of her youth having burned into ashes long ago, she gos through her alleyway permitting any cat, friendly or no, to just waltz in and kick her out. -Personality- Her heart long gone, Kari has lost any drive to compete, to live. She prefers to lay low, and let any feline boss her around. It doesn’t even matter. She would rather sleep in a muddy ditch in temperatures of 10 degrees Fahrenheit than try and defend what’s hers. Very mellow, she will agree to anything others say. Will this pathetic cat even survive in the big world? -Her territory- The dark alleyway is barely suitable for any living creature, let alone rats and other vermin. Except for two things. Two giant hunking scrap cans. So valuable, any stray, even a kittypet, desires them. The ostentatious twolegs throw out whole chickens, split pea soup, sushi, tuna, and other cat delicacies. Those scrap cans are the only thing keeping Kari alive. Soggy cardboard boxes, discarded newspapers, and a few scraps of clothing are her nest, and trash can on its side being her den. Now here’s my question: Will you befriend Kari? ... Or take over like all of the other cats? —————————— Kari jumped up onto the scrap can, sweet aromas of turkey and juices leaking into her nose. It had been raining for the past few days, but now, the alleyway was bright for once, window boxes with small morning glories and vines twisting down the ashen spattered brick walls bringing a bit of joy to Kari’s day. It had been unusually calm that moon, the occasional offender stealing from her or picking a fight, but nothing too serious. But now, with this luck enveloping her, she shook wildly. Good food, peace, no danger... it was too good to be true. She snatched up a turkey leg, the juicy meat seeping into her mouth, her jaws watering and convulsing, wanting to tuck in to her meal right there and then. Regardless, she trekked back over to her small box, the asphalt pounding on her berry pink pads. Her ears twitched, the nicks displaying her past battles. She sat down at the opening of her ‘den’ and began eating, her eyes glancing around warily. No form needed, hop right on in. Remember, don’t try to be nice to Kari. She’s used to being overlooked. |
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