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Date Posted: 01:12:29 02/16/04 Mon
[CENTER]if you gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye/ well i’d be rich beyond my dreams, i’m sorry for my weary life/ i know i’m not perfect but i can smile/ and i hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes/ if you tell me that i can’t, i will, i will, i’ll try and try/ and if i say i’m coming home, i’ll probably be out all night/ i know i can be afraid but i’m alive/ and i hope that you trust this heart behind my tired eyes/ i’m no angel, but please don’t think that i won’t try and try/ i’m no angel, but does that mean that i can’t live my life/ i’m no angel, but please don’t think that i can’t cry/ i’m no angel, but does that mean that i won’t fly/[/CENTER]
I Know Myself - Mitya
Blessed - Minx
Form Taken - Cat. At least that’s what she’ll tell you if you ask. She has often been nicknamed “Cheshire Cat” after her habit of disappearing (often body first and mouth and eyes last). But she retains a normal catlike appearance, despite her slightly unusual markings. She is also very intelligent, to a human way of thinking, for all cats are intelligent in their own way but simply think differently to humans and perceive different things as being of importance. She can speak, not just cat, but English, a few other human languages, and can quickly pick up almost any animal language she hears, vocals permitting.
Judge Me - Like most cats. Independent, cool, although she has a unique sense of humour. Intractable an found intimidating by some her trust is not easily gained and few get to know her well enough to learn more about her than this.
Reflection - Small in size. Tabby, light grey with white throat, chest and underbelly, black tiger stripes.
Past - Born to a normal she-cat, all but herself and the runt of the litter, were also normal. But as they grew, strange things started happening, and rumors spread about the strange Tom who was there father, who had mysteriously disappeared as suddenly as he had come, and had seemed almost magical to the other cats. It was this that had first drawn their mother to him, but it was this same strangeness, regognised in two of her own litter, coupled with fear, that made her drive them out.
The art of disappearing and reappearing was hard to get used to, and often involuntary, it took many years to master. But the runt, already weakened, seemed to never quiet be in control, and one day he simply disappeared and did not return.
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