Katt

[Nimue]

~Abilities~

 

Katt is a physical fighter capably of both handling a weapon (normally staff like) in her humanish form and being capable of ravaging a being to pieces in her tiger form, just as tigers do. (yes, just as Nimue she has two forms. You'll have to read her history to understand more.)

 

~Physical Description~

 

Bear with me...Her profile is within the first paragraph of her history and her history is well....unfinished at this point. I wrote Katt's history in story form with the intention of finishing it but what I'm about to post is all I have managed so far. I hope you all enjoy.

 

~History of Katt~

 

A chorus of mews fills the room as the last of the litter is born. There were five all together, two male and three female. The last one born was naturally smaller then the rest or one could say 'the runt of the litter'. She was a lighter colour then her four siblings who were a brilliant orange with distinct black stripes. She was more of a washed out paler orange, although her stripes were just as dark as the others. She was born into this world as one of three princesses, her parents being the royals of her tribe. She was branded with a simple name, 'Katt' she was to be called. She hadn't been given much of a chance for survival. A few weeks her parents had been told. And yet the little feline surprised them all as she struggled for her survival, something everyone else had given up on. For in this tribe only the strong survive and the weak perish or were left behind. As it turned out, she was the only one to survive out of the five as the tribe was caught in the middle of a great war, one that had been going on for many generations between the surrounding tribes. This was always kept the tribes on the move, seeking out one another. She was four at the time that the feud killed off not only her siblings, but also her entire tribe.

 

She had been left behind with a few others that had grown ill and were wounded. Her mother, the only one horrified by this judgment taken by her 'king', told the young feline that she was to watch over the tribe members that were being left. That she would be back for her when it was safe. There were tears in her mother's eyes as she spoke and somehow Katt knew that the words were hollow, that they were just being spoken to keep her from following. The other members of her tribe that she was to look after all died the following day. She was now alone and yet not frightened.

 

She walked for miles following the sent of her tribe members that had left her to die, wishing to catch up with them and no longer be alone. Her wish comes true after only three days of tracking, but what she found was only corpses. They had all been slaughtered. She walked through the bloody mess upon the ground; eeriness filled her body and chilling her through to her bones. She hears a faint noise a distance away, a familiar one. She raced towards it to find her father fallen upon the ground, dead, and her mother fighting with a massive beast. She had never seen such a creature as this before, only heard of it. A dragon it was called.

 

It spots the feline child out of the corner of its eye and turns to it. An easy target she was to the hungry beast. It wasn't long before her mother spotted her as well. Katt could see the heartache in her mother's eyes as they met with her own. Within moments her mother lunged towards the dragon and once again started on her assault trying to dig her claws into it but its scales were too tough. She was trying to protect her child for the first time. She yelled to Katt to run, to be safe, to live. She told her that she was strong and that she would survive, that she had always known that she would survive. With that it seemed as though the dragon had begun to laugh and it threw the feline from its body as though it were only a rag doll. She hit the ground after hitting the truck of a large tree. Katt closed her eyes as the sound of breaking bones rang through her ears. Her mother never got up after that.

 

She was now the last of her tribe. She ran over to her mother, tears in her eyes and the word 'survive' in her mind. She looked around herself spotting a small hollow in a near by tree. This is where she ran. This where she hid. Shivering with fear she sits with her legs drawn up to her chest and face pressed down upon her knees. As the dragon exhaled a ball of fire engulfed the tree singeing the little kittens body. She was losing her breath from the lack of oxygen and the intense heat but before she lost consciousness she felt a sudden coolness surround her and she saw the outline of a cloaked figure walking towards the tree. The dragon was now gone, but what was this new being? What was this power that had defeated it?

 

Her eyes became heavy, her body falling limp as she collapses upon the ground within the hollow, unable to defend herself from this powerful new being. With nothing she could do, she gives into the urge to sleep and dream. She had no idea that the being would become a new mother to her, in a sense, even if it was to be against its will.

Edited February 23, 2006 by Nimue

[Nimue]

~History Continued~

 

For weeks the young feline lay still, motionless as a corpse would lay deep within it's grave. One thing had changed though; she was now in the care of Nimue, a caring and yet somewhat chaotic elf. She had been nursing the feline's wounds day in and day out for a month or two before her eyes slowly opened. As Katt attempted to move her fragile body waves of pain over took her causing her to lie once again without motion, only now she was conscious to it. She gazed around the room, as much as her eyes would allow. It was small but cozy. It had a small window, a bed (which she lay in) and a small nightstand, nothing else. She took a deep breath and drifted off back to her dreams. She was awoken the next morning to the most pleasant sound she had ever heard. Someone was singing and was not too far away from her. This panicked the little feline, as the last thing she could remember was cold and the unknown being. Where was she now? How did she survive the dragon's fire? And why did she feel safe here in this undetermined place? Scared and feeling alone after having seen her entire tribe slaughtered she begins to weep. She sobbed silently to herself even though the motions from her quickened breaths caused her immense pain.

 

She went on crying to herself as the singing continued. It seemed, however, to be getting closer and yet it wasn't getting any louder. This puzzled poor Katt and after some time her concentration fell to the music, to the melody, and she forgot her fear and her pain. She could not however make out the words. She had never heard this language before, but the words were soothing to her as though they were healing her burned body. She closed her eyes again allowing the song to take hold of her, taking her back in sleep.

 

The sun peered in, filling the room with its warmth. Katt was sleeping soundly as the elf cleaned and re-bandaged her wounds. She sang as she did this, her song helping to heal the tigers burns. To Nimue's amazement, the fur had almost completely grown back in such short time. It worried her though that she had not seen the little feline awaken yet. She picked up the remaining bandages and a bowl filled with warm water. With the two in hand she turns the leave the room. She was stopped midway through the door as she senses that she was being watched. Her first instinct was to look to the window. No one was there, not even in the distance. Her eyes fell just below the windowsill to Katt whose eyes were wide open and fixated upon her. Nimue could tell that she was rather frightened. She smiled to her guest walking slowly and cautiously back towards Katt.

 

"Good morning. I was starting to worry that you'd never wake up." Nimue sat down beside the bed that she had placed the child in. "There's no need to be frightened. I won’t hurt you. I'm a friend."

 

Katt was somewhat relieved to her a familiar language and yet she was still confused by the words. She had never been spoken to so kindly before, something just didn’t seem right.

 

"Do you speak?" The elf asked in a gentle voice.

 

Katt nodded, replying in a quiet childlike voice. "I speak."

 

"Do you have a name?"

 

"Katt."

 

"Not much for conversation are you? Oh well, I'll go fetch you something to eat. You must be staving by now. Oh…by the way…what do you eat?"

 

Katt stared blankly at the new creature before her. She was in disbelief that this being would want to look after her. She said not a word. She just gazed into Nimue's eyes in awe. She wanted to go to this new being and curl up in her lap. That was how safe she felt now in its presence. Nimue rose to her feet and walked over to the door. "If you don't tell me what you want I'll just have to bring you what I think you might want." She smiled at the child and waited for a moment for an answer. Nothing. She turned as though to leave stopping mid step as the feline began to speak.

 

"Fish…Katt likes fish."

 

'Reverse psychology, works every time with children.' Nimue thought to herself. "Well then, fish it is. And just in case you were wondering…my name is Nimue." She turns and sauntered off to find some fish for the hungry feline. Katt waited patiently trying to stay awake but her eyes were getting heavy and soon after her exhaustion kicked in and she was asleep.