Post by riah on Jul 19, 2011 1:06:09 GMT -6
W H I S P E R
silence is better than words when you're broken
silence is better than words when you're broken
There she was again, sitting by herself, staring at... Well, she wasn't sure exactly. It was dark, and sure she could see in the dark easily, but the heavy rain made her eye sight blurry. The rain didn't bother her though, even though it clouded her vision. She had been in the rain too much to be bothered by it now. You could say she was used to it.
The shecat had wanderd away from the Occult camp, completely bored out of her mind. She hadn't seen Ocher in a long time, and was beginning to wonder if the young shecat had abandoned all of them. Whisper was grateful that she had accepted her, but at the same time didn't care whatsoever. Usually Ocher kept to herself, and treated her with no respect whatsoever. But, there were times where Ocher would talk to her and they would be close for a couple of minutes. It wasn't like Whisper cared about all that. She didn't like getting too close, so didn't open up. She could understand why Ocher would keep to herself. Probably why the two shecats got along so well; they could relate to eachother.
The pure white shecat shook her fur violently. The rain was starting to soak her coat, which made it heavy... Which, annoyed the hell outta Whisper. She decided to keep walking, even though she couldn't see anything. It wasn't like she was going to fall off a cliff or something. And she was sure she'd be able to tell if something like that was coming up in the ground. She held her head up high, and tried sniffing the air. She scented nothing, the rain was too heavy. The loner knew she was in the twoleg, or housefolk as some cats called them, area. She really had nothing to fear. Most cats weren't out like this because they weren't as stupid as Whisper. The shecat smirked. Calling herself stupid wasn't a big deal to her, she accepted that fact. She often did stupid things without thinking about it.
She also knew dogs were most likely not out. The twolegs liked to keep them indoors during rain showers such as these. Before the shecat knew it, she was at a park. Yes, she knew what it was called. She wasn't stupid with twoleg terms like most cats were. She actually listened, and remembered. Most likely because she was so quiet. Whisper saw a bench nearby, and jumped on top of it, making herself comfortable on top the wood. It was pretty wet, but was shaded by a tree, so not as much rain fell on the loner.
Whisper smirked, the closest thing you got to a smile with her, and then eventually closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, and tried her hardest not to think about Voice. When she was alone like this, she usually thought about her brother, especially if it was raining. Something about rain triggered those memories, and she couldn't exactly figure out why. Damn you, Voice. Any other day she would have snapped at herself for thinking such a crude thought, but today was an exception. She was too tired to care, and too lonely to think positive things about her long dead lover. Whisper frowned at the thought of considering her brother as her lover. It was disgusting and looked down upon by others, but for some reason to Whisper it was normal. Before, she didn't cared what others said, or whispered about. Her body shivered at the thought and memories of whispers. She hated them, along with her name. What was mother thinking when she named me this?
Her mother had named Whisper and her siblings very exotic names. She guessed that her mother loved to talk, but she wouldn't know since she didn't know her all that well before she died. Her mother left behind three exotically named kits. "Screech... Voice... and Whisper." She thought the names aloud, not wanting to forget them. She didn't know her parents' names so she didn't want to forget her siblings' names. Screech was the wildest of them all, always up for a challenge, and as loud as can be. Voice, wasn't as "out there", but took after their mother by enjoying to talk. But sometimes talked too much, and mentioned things he shouldn't have. Whisper, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved when she was little; much like she was now. She left the talking up to her siblings when they were alive, and just stood back and smiled unless she was spoken to.
The shecat cocked her said slightly to the side. Maybe her mother wasn't crazy when she named them. She named them after their personalities. "What a foolish thoughts." She couldn't have known what we would act like before we could speak. Considering her mother could tell the future was also a foolish thought, so Whisper cleared it from her mind.
Silently, Whisper looked around at the complete darkness. She could see trees now. Not that it mattered. She was just being observant. And, the shecat was also pretty lonely. She acted like she preferred being alone, but sometimes she wished she had just the little bit of company. Even if they didn't speak, that was fine. Just someone.. Anybody. The white shecat hissed at herself, hating those thoughts. She didn't need anyone. She was completely fine by herself. Wasn't she? "Aren't I?" She spoke a little too loudly.
"When we truly realize that we are all alone is when we need others the most."
Character Used - Whisper
Word Count - 941
Inspiration - My character along with her past, music, and cause I was bored around 2 a.m. (:
Other? - I hadn't wrote about her in awhile, so I decided to do so now. She's my favorite character to roleplay. So someone should respond, even though it's a really long post. It's more like a roleplay sample. But respond anyway? c:
