January 19, 2006
Hello there. My name is Kittyandacat but everyone around here just usually calls me Kitty. I am a species known as a cat-girl. There are others like me but I don't really associate with them. Anywho, enough about me. This diary that I'm writing in isn't mine. It belongs to a little Hououza feather by the name of Emily. Of course, she's too young to write on her own yet.. So I'll be writing for her on what happens to her on a daily basis.
Well, I first found Emily on a very chilly Winter's day. I was out in the forest, looking around for some wood for my fireplace back at home. The temperature outside was about 20 degrees below freezing. Needless to say, without any firewood, I would freeze to death before the night would be over. It was already getting dark out and a rather thick fog had settled. As I just spotted some large logs only a few feet away from me, something else caught my eye. Curious as to what it was, like all cats would be, I began to slowly walk over to it. Much to my surprise, what had caught my eye was a little green cacoon sac that was spun onto the tip of a Hououza feather.
Once it reached the tiny feather and cacoon, I carefully unlodged it from the snow and picked it up. This feather looked as if it had been cut up with a pair of scissors or something. It was horrible! So, with this little, torn up one being just a feather, I took it in to be raised as one of my own, next to my oldest daughter, Autumn.
I quickly went over to the small stack of large logs, grabbing a few and starting on my way back home. My daughter, Autumn, needed me as soon as possible, as well as this new little feather.
As the hours went on from the time I got the little feather, I had noticed a bunch of odd things about it. First off, no matter what I tried to do, the cuts and wounds on it just wouldn't go away. It was almost like they were meant to be there. Secondly, the cacoon the was spun onto the tip of the Feather seemed to not want to be removed either. It was like trying to pull a nail out of a board with your bare hands! It stuck with the little darling the whole time. Last thing of all that I noticed was the odd shape of the feather. It looked so delicate and proper so I could oly assume it was a girl.
After carefully thinking about the perfect name for the little feather, I had decided. Her name was to be Emily and she was, in my opinion, the Queen of the Dead.
.:Kittyandacat:.
Hello there. My name is Kittyandacat but everyone around here just usually calls me Kitty. I am a species known as a cat-girl. There are others like me but I don't really associate with them. Anywho, enough about me. This diary that I'm writing in isn't mine. It belongs to a little Hououza feather by the name of Emily. Of course, she's too young to write on her own yet.. So I'll be writing for her on what happens to her on a daily basis.
Well, I first found Emily on a very chilly Winter's day. I was out in the forest, looking around for some wood for my fireplace back at home. The temperature outside was about 20 degrees below freezing. Needless to say, without any firewood, I would freeze to death before the night would be over. It was already getting dark out and a rather thick fog had settled. As I just spotted some large logs only a few feet away from me, something else caught my eye. Curious as to what it was, like all cats would be, I began to slowly walk over to it. Much to my surprise, what had caught my eye was a little green cacoon sac that was spun onto the tip of a Hououza feather.
Once it reached the tiny feather and cacoon, I carefully unlodged it from the snow and picked it up. This feather looked as if it had been cut up with a pair of scissors or something. It was horrible! So, with this little, torn up one being just a feather, I took it in to be raised as one of my own, next to my oldest daughter, Autumn.
I quickly went over to the small stack of large logs, grabbing a few and starting on my way back home. My daughter, Autumn, needed me as soon as possible, as well as this new little feather.
As the hours went on from the time I got the little feather, I had noticed a bunch of odd things about it. First off, no matter what I tried to do, the cuts and wounds on it just wouldn't go away. It was almost like they were meant to be there. Secondly, the cacoon the was spun onto the tip of the Feather seemed to not want to be removed either. It was like trying to pull a nail out of a board with your bare hands! It stuck with the little darling the whole time. Last thing of all that I noticed was the odd shape of the feather. It looked so delicate and proper so I could oly assume it was a girl.
After carefully thinking about the perfect name for the little feather, I had decided. Her name was to be Emily and she was, in my opinion, the Queen of the Dead.
.:Kittyandacat:.
