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O F F I C I A L   A P P L I C A T I O N   F O R

I D E N T I T Y

N A M E

Full Name:Zayl Finnigan

Nicknames: Za, Finny

Alias(es):
Nocturn (his alias for when doing work for cats who don’t want his presence known)

A G E

Current Age: 1.5 Years

Birthday:
March 24th

G E N D E R

Sex: Male

Gender Identity:
Male

H E R I T A G E

SubBreed: Nott

Breed:
Mix

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Summary:

Personality Traits:

{ Loyal }

Once Cass decides your someone worth knowing, he sticks around for the long haul. He doesn't know many cats that are actually kind to him or trusting, so when he meets cats like that he holds on to them dearly. He will always have his friends and loved ones backs - and above all else this goes with saying that Haven owns this cats biggest loyalty. Still, even on just meeting others, if you make friends with cass you have a friend for life. He easily gives second chances and forgives and forgets and even if you don't like him after he would still come to your aid when you needed it.

{ Passionate }

Cass doesn't ever feel "eh" about anything. He always is either super in love with or super against whatever it is he is doing or talking about. When he finds something he is passionate about he never lets it go. he loves to debate his beleifs, and holds on to those and his clearly defined morals with extreme stubborness. He can let a topic go, but he never really lets the argument go. He alwyas want to sway others to what he thinks, since he does usually strongly beleive he's right. He's not a leader type, so he doesn't like having others follow him but on the other hand he does want what he knows/thinks/beleive to be common amongst mostly everyone.

{ Observant }

Cass always prefers to be a watcher than a "do-er". He likes following others in their journeys instead of leading his own and tends to form a personality based on who he is around. With all these things a part of him, Cass does then to be knowledgeable in others bahaviors. His observing rather than doing personality allows him to sit back and gage those around around him. He considers himself a good judge of character because of this, but he's humble and shy enough he probably wouldn't tell anyone this. All this is especially so when travelling with a partner, as he is now, because it means he lets the other cat(s) do the walking and talking to those around adn merely watches, then tells his comrade what he thinks of them after. He'd like to think they appreciate it, but that may not nessesarly be true.

{ Flirty / Charmer }

Lets just say he loves his she cats. He has no she cat he won't admire, and thinks it disrespectful not to tell them. After all, it is a compliment in the very least to tell a she cat when you think they are gorgous- which he almost always does. As well, if he doesn't say anything there's less of a chance a she cat will want to be with him and so he always charms those around him. It's probably also has something to do with his mild insecurity, which makes him want to be constantly loved and surrounded by those who can express love for him. Even if superficial or a down right lie, he loves to be told how awesome he is and known there is no better way than getting to lay with a she cat. He's a total suck up because of this, even to males, because he id always going to want to make sure that he doesn't close any doors or make any enemies.

{ Quiet }

He hates to say the wrong this and offend someone, so he tends to lean towards not saying anything at all. He was raised to be seen and not heard and takes that to heart. he is uncomfortable when put in the splot light, would get sick if he ever had to do public speaking, and just all round much prefers to listen to someone else than speak himself. This allows him to be a very good support for someone who just wants to talk and be heard, since he wouldn't normally comment on anything that is said to him. Mind you, none of this is because he doesn't have opinions, goodness he does, he just tends to shy away from saying them unless he is sure they will be taken well.

{ Untrusting }

Life has definently taught this tom some lessons the hard way, but at least he likes to think he's learned what was needed from them. It's not that he never trusts someone, and more than it just takes a good while for him to really open up to someone. On the outside, he remains polite and charming, but never totally himself. he is always on edge when meeting new cats and tends to give fake names or off nicknames instead of having them know his real name. He is used to others using or betraying him, so right away he tends to assume that is another cats purpose when they meet him. He has little hopes for those he meets to actually become someone worthy of knowing or calling a friend but even so tries to never let than ruin a first impression. He will still go out of his way to meet others, but he just never lets his guard down. A prepared cat is a safe cat, he thinks and tends to try adn assume to the worst in others.

{ Liar }

This one goes paw in paw with not trusting others, one would think. Since he doesn't trust those he has just met, he tends to avoid saying the truth if possible. Even when it comes to things as simple as where he has been he leans more towards wanting to say a lie. He is paranoid that if he will say the truth the cat he is talking to will gain insight into how to make his life a living piece of mouse dung. So, regardless of how big or small, Cass is more than happy to lie about pretty much everything. He will compliment things that don't excist if he thinks that the cat coplimenting him will like it more for that, and has yet to tell anyone what really has happened in his past. it has even gotten to the point where some times he does it simply because he thinks it will be fun, interesting and most of all because he could make himself into someting he's not- something better.

{ Anxious }

Cass is always on edge, and constantly nervous. He doesn't know how long it's been, part of him just thinks it was always like that. Maybe he was born feeling like he has to constantlly walk on egg shells, like he's always about to make that one fatal mistake. He's never had anything to confirm this idea, mind you, but still it runs his life practically, always having a terrible memory and trouble focusing because he is worried.

Personality Type:

M I N D - S E T

Habits:

Fears:

    -          Family

    -          Commitment

    -          Being Unloveable

    -          His Past catching up to him

    -          His father

Dreams / Goals:

    -          Be loved, and feel all types of Love

    -          Become Stronger than his Demons

    -          Become Rich and Powerful, but not famous

Religion:
Ancestors. He believes your ancestors will haunt or bless you depending on your actions. He has little hope that he is of the “blessed” section

S E X U A L I T Y

Sexual Orientation: Polyamorous / Bisexual – gender doesn’t sway him one way or the other, but he does believe that every relationship experiences a different kind of “love” and to be truly humbled and wise one must experience as many of those types of love as possible. Due to this, he sees no problem with having more than one relationship so long as he is not leading anyone along.

Marital Status:
Never Married

E N V I R O N M E N T

O C C U P A T I O N

Battle Class: mage

Occupation: Herbal Healer

Former Occupations:
none

S K I L L - T R E E

Current Level: 1

Equipped Skills: none

Strength:

Stealth: 5

Endurance:

Agility:

Tactical Skill:

Healing Arts: 5

Dark Magic:

E Q U I P M E N T

Items in Possession:

Weapons: Starter Gauntlets

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S

Parents:

{ Marshal Finnigan | Male | Nott | Assumed Deceased }

{ Sarah Finnigan | female | nott | Deceased }

Siblings:

{ Meena Finnigan | Female | Nott | Deceased }

Nieces & Nephews:

n/a

Aunts & Uncles:

n/a

Cousins:

n/a

Offspring:

None yet

E X T E N D E D

Adopted Family:

{ Haven | Male | SubBreed | Alive and Active}

”Regardless of how he see’s me he is a brother to me. He has done for me somehting I can never repay. I wish to remain his comrade.

Romantic Partner:

{ Name | Gender | SubBreed | Status }

B A C K S T O R Y

{ Chapter title }

Before the Beginning

Two cats should never have met, but they did. These two where told by everyone not to pursue a relationship, but alas they did anyway. They where convinced their love for one another was worth fighting for. They moved far away from anyone that could tell them what they where doing wrong and decided to be in love regardless. After a while, life became harder but the two stuck it out. When things got stressed they had their little fights, but never anything so serious. yes, they knew they weren't that idellic couple, but they where happy together more or less. Soon, it was found that she was pregnant.

Easy Life of Kittens

Cass, and his sister Mel, where born in the first warmth of spring. To those who new the couple, it was perceived as a good sign, like maybe their relationship wasn't fated to be as tragic as everyone else seemed to think. Cass's dad went to work in Forestry, hard manual labour but it brought home enough that the family could live easily as his mother stayed home and raised them.

Far form any vilages, Cass and Mel had a childhood of froliking in the long grass feilds, catching frogs and just generally causing a ruckus as kittens do. they had fun, as Cass and his sister where closely bonded and happy with each other's constant company. Even at night, when crickets chirped and the moon was out, Mel usually came in and ended up sleeping with Cass in his bed. Sincerely, at this time, everything seemed to be perfect.

However, as innocent kits, Cass and his sister where unaware of the growing tension in the household.

The Coming Storm

So it seemed that fate is not something you can avoid, and the pair of lovers no one thought would work began to unravel at the seems. Zayl's father started to get angry and full of resentment to be the only one working - especially when Cass's mother would make a fuss when he came home with the stech on beer on his breath and his words slurred. This began to Escalate, but for a while it was away from the view of the children.

of course, Zayl can remember the first time he witnessed his parents fight. He had been sleeping on the door side of the bed, with Mel sleeping peacefully on the side that faced the wall. His dad had come home drunk, again, but when Cass's mother mentioned that he shouldn't drink so much his dad freaked out. There was so much yelling and screaming, and though Casstiel couldn't see them, he could see their shadows flickering angrily on the wall outside his open door.

He held his breath that moment, when his father's paw came down on his mothers... and that was it.

Nothing was the same after that.

Thundering Down Upon the Wicked

From that point on, things only got worse. Cass did his best to protect his sister from it, but there was no stopping it. His mother began to hide away in the home and his fathers beligerant anger on steadily grew. no longer could he keep it contained to only firected towards Cass's mother. Soon, everyone in the home was reaping the rewards of his hard work in the forms of bruises and claw marks to cover the next day. Neither Cass nor his sister ever spoke of it, still trying as they might to play with one another in make beleive worlds where everything was ok and they got their injuries from battles with dragons instead of their father's. They would do this every day, in the woods not far off but away from home and anyone that could stop by.

They where always sure to be home before dad got home though.

It was during this time, in the woods, where they discovered they had a nack for magic- and this changed everything. After many desolate months, the siblings had hope. They practised in secret, planned get-a-ways and promised each other every day of the things they would do togther once they where both free of their father's tyranny. Mel seemed to have an affinity for water, and Cass had fire come more easily to him. he envied his sisters skills more though, which where graceful adn well done. Both of them knew that though they both where getting good- his sister was excelling faster than either of them could beleive.

Cass snuck off one day. Just once, to try and find Mel a magic teacher. She deserved that, since Cass knew his sister was better than most cats. She could be great, she could be a hero or work under the king if she just had someone to guide her. Someone more knowing than he. he found himself, instead, on a dark side road and soon there was tow cats following him. Cass tried to remain calm and shrug them off, but it became apparent that it was not going to happen as he tried to walk faster among crowds and shops he wasn't use to.

They jumped him, and he let out a cry for help, that to his surprise was echoed, When he opened his eyes, he was watching the cats who had jumped him running off with their tails between their legs, holding thair charred hands in close to their chests. He could barely beleive what he adh just done, he hadn't even meant to! He thought he had frozen in fear, but instead-

" That was some power. " Cass looked over to see an albino tom emerge from the showers.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't want to hurt them! I don't want to hurt anyone!" he cried, hoping not to get in trouble. It was an accident, it was all a terrible accident.

His cloak fell down, showing his bruises and bite marks.

" Looks like you've battled demons before."

"I don't fight them." Cass replied, looking to this stranger who could be not much older than himself. A year, maybe a little more.

The albino tom chuckled, then went back to the shadows.

After a second Zayl called out to him.

"WAIT! Do you know magic! I need someone to teach my sister!"

To Little to Late

When he got home, the first thing he noticed was the large creatures outside his home. He recognized them from books- sharriffs adn stuff usually rode them. Wait- why would any cats like that be here? Stomach dropping to his knee's he raced inside.

The two toms, one black and one grey, told him in calm monotone voices, as if it was simple chit chat. Zayl had trouble hearing them, he couldn't pay attention because he could hardly beleive it.

"Your sister had an accident. She was playing out in the woods it looks like and the bank she was on collapsed and she fell in to the running river.

How could his sister, his best friend, be dead?

"your father was the one at the time, and he was the one who called us for help."

Zayl felt his blood run cold.

End this, Start Anew

Zayl could never prove it, but in his heart of hearts he knew his father had been the reason of his sisters death. He just knew. He tried to go on like normal, but something in him had changed, something had stirred. He no longer buckled down to his father's lashings, prayed to make himself a better cat so his father would stop.

No, now he felt something new.

He felt anger, resentmet, hatred.

One day, as the sun was spilling red across the skies, his father came home earlier than normal, but his breath was rank with beer. This was not new, but he was far more drunk than usual, Zayl could tell that as soon as his father's shape appeared in the doorway.

Everything is blurred in this memory, try as he might as remember. He remembers only flashes. His father coming at him. His mother trying to Stop him. His father screaming at her as Cass tried to hide in his bed.

When his father came into his room, Zayl was at the edge of his rope. He yowled. He would not let himself be hurt by this monster called father. not anymore.

Flames licked up his body, growing immensly adn soon consuming everything around him.

The next think he knew he was on the hill in the distance, watching his house, and everyone in it, burn to the ground.

The flames hadn't singed a single hair on his hide, he noted, as a white paw rested on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw the white tom.

"Who are you?"

The albino paused.

"Someone you can trust." he replied, extending his paw up to help lift Zayl up.

" now let's go.

We weren't the Only Ones

It was almost as if they're leaving had started something bigger than either could imagine. In all his life, Zayl could never have pictured what he saw before his eyes. While travelling with Haven one day the whole earth started to shake. Literally. Zayl was more than frightened enough for the both of them because in his very sheltered life before this he had never even thought such things could happen. They tried to take shelter, but were is shelter when the whole world around you is splitting at your very feet? Zayl practically wanted to scream, but didn't.

He had at least that much bravery to his name now.

When it finally all seemed like it was over, it was only the calm before the storm.

When the dust clouds settled what lay within them was more horrible than the tremors themzelves. The earth itself had split open and from the depths of it monsters arouse in numbers Zayl couldn't even keep track of. They were like nothing any cat had ever seen before, monsters Zayl hadn't even known excisted.

Jumping in to save the less trained cats then themselves Zayl faught as best as he could. He didn't want these monsters in his land! He had no idea what they were even doing here, or where they came from. He was scared, but he kept his focus.

However, not amount of focus could make him strong enough.

He ended uo having to run, and when he got somewhere mildly safe he realized he had lost Haven along the way.

Find me within yourself

The only safe place was within the walls of HighVale. Zayl wouldn't have gown if he had a choice, but it had been a while and neither hide nor hair could be found of his friend. he was lost, alone and no one was safe in the other area's now that those monsters roamed freely. The lands beyond these walls were places of almost certain death, and yet within the walls Zayl found himself trapped and lonely.

He kept his eye our for the albino pelt he had grown close to over the time they had travelled together... But he has yet to see him.

E X T R A

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L I T E R A C Y - L E V E L S

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Lvl 2: Open

Lvl 3: Open

Lvl 4: Semi Open - Ask

R P - M E T H O D S

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A V A I L A B I L I T Y

Time Zone: Pacific

R P - S A M P L E

{ Akarui | }

Akarui blinked as Glen approached her, but she smiled weakly and ave a little laugh. She knew what she had probably put the healer through, as Glen seemed to take personal care of Akarui like none of the other healers did. How ever, rather than dwell on it, Akarui hoped to make up for it by healing well and just laughing through the troubles she couldn't get rid of. She always liked to think that happiness was probably the greatest thank you she could give to the healers who had helped her so much. After all, wasn't that their end goal for all their regions cats? or even just call cats in general if they were not particularly bound to their birth or home region.

"morning, if it's morning I mean. She said, letting herself wake u a little more before she began to fuly consider the healers questions. She flexed each foot, tries to give herself a little shake and a lick or two on her dirty pelt. It was covered in cow licks, she just have slept peacefully due to poppy seeds. She couldn't remember being given any, the whole thing was kind of still foggy even if she remembered now, but she assumed she must have been given them.

"Is it weird I'm both hungry and a little sick to my stomach? If I could keep something down I suppose it would be nice to eat something... Is there someone else that can fetch it though? I don't want to take your whole day away. Most of it sure, but I like to think you get to see others besides myself.... oh, and the pain in a rough ache, but more than manageable I should think. Do you think I am ok to get up? Maybe even craft? " She sounded hopeful, even if she knew that there was a high chance of that not being the case what with her preexisting condition. She was more than use to being told to rest and take it easy.

Rest, the thought made her feel guilty for probably having kept Glen, ad possibly other healers, so busy through out the night. replenishing stocks, keeping an eye on her... oh man she had really done it this time. Even after she had been trying to so careful with this second chance she had been given.

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Description

O F F I C I A L   A P P L I C A T I O N   F O R

I D E N T I T Y

N A M E

Full Name:Zayl Finnigan

Nicknames: Za, Finny

Alias(es):
Nocturn (his alias for when doing work for cats who don’t want his presence known)

A G E

Current Age: 1.5 Years

Birthday:
March 24th

G E N D E R

Sex: Male

Gender Identity:
Male

H E R I T A G E

SubBreed: Nott

Breed:
Mix

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Summary:

Personality Traits:

{ Loyal }

Once Cass decides your someone worth knowing, he sticks around for the long haul. He doesn't know many cats that are actually kind to him or trusting, so when he meets cats like that he holds on to them dearly. He will always have his friends and loved ones backs - and above all else this goes with saying that Haven owns this cats biggest loyalty. Still, even on just meeting others, if you make friends with cass you have a friend for life. He easily gives second chances and forgives and forgets and even if you don't like him after he would still come to your aid when you needed it.

{ Passionate }

Cass doesn't ever feel "eh" about anything. He always is either super in love with or super against whatever it is he is doing or talking about. When he finds something he is passionate about he never lets it go. he loves to debate his beleifs, and holds on to those and his clearly defined morals with extreme stubborness. He can let a topic go, but he never really lets the argument go. He alwyas want to sway others to what he thinks, since he does usually strongly beleive he's right. He's not a leader type, so he doesn't like having others follow him but on the other hand he does want what he knows/thinks/beleive to be common amongst mostly everyone.

{ Observant }

Cass always prefers to be a watcher than a "do-er". He likes following others in their journeys instead of leading his own and tends to form a personality based on who he is around. With all these things a part of him, Cass does then to be knowledgeable in others bahaviors. His observing rather than doing personality allows him to sit back and gage those around around him. He considers himself a good judge of character because of this, but he's humble and shy enough he probably wouldn't tell anyone this. All this is especially so when travelling with a partner, as he is now, because it means he lets the other cat(s) do the walking and talking to those around adn merely watches, then tells his comrade what he thinks of them after. He'd like to think they appreciate it, but that may not nessesarly be true.

{ Flirty / Charmer }

Lets just say he loves his she cats. He has no she cat he won't admire, and thinks it disrespectful not to tell them. After all, it is a compliment in the very least to tell a she cat when you think they are gorgous- which he almost always does. As well, if he doesn't say anything there's less of a chance a she cat will want to be with him and so he always charms those around him. It's probably also has something to do with his mild insecurity, which makes him want to be constantly loved and surrounded by those who can express love for him. Even if superficial or a down right lie, he loves to be told how awesome he is and known there is no better way than getting to lay with a she cat. He's a total suck up because of this, even to males, because he id always going to want to make sure that he doesn't close any doors or make any enemies.

{ Quiet }

He hates to say the wrong this and offend someone, so he tends to lean towards not saying anything at all. He was raised to be seen and not heard and takes that to heart. he is uncomfortable when put in the splot light, would get sick if he ever had to do public speaking, and just all round much prefers to listen to someone else than speak himself. This allows him to be a very good support for someone who just wants to talk and be heard, since he wouldn't normally comment on anything that is said to him. Mind you, none of this is because he doesn't have opinions, goodness he does, he just tends to shy away from saying them unless he is sure they will be taken well.

{ Untrusting }

Life has definently taught this tom some lessons the hard way, but at least he likes to think he's learned what was needed from them. It's not that he never trusts someone, and more than it just takes a good while for him to really open up to someone. On the outside, he remains polite and charming, but never totally himself. he is always on edge when meeting new cats and tends to give fake names or off nicknames instead of having them know his real name. He is used to others using or betraying him, so right away he tends to assume that is another cats purpose when they meet him. He has little hopes for those he meets to actually become someone worthy of knowing or calling a friend but even so tries to never let than ruin a first impression. He will still go out of his way to meet others, but he just never lets his guard down. A prepared cat is a safe cat, he thinks and tends to try adn assume to the worst in others.

{ Liar }

This one goes paw in paw with not trusting others, one would think. Since he doesn't trust those he has just met, he tends to avoid saying the truth if possible. Even when it comes to things as simple as where he has been he leans more towards wanting to say a lie. He is paranoid that if he will say the truth the cat he is talking to will gain insight into how to make his life a living piece of mouse dung. So, regardless of how big or small, Cass is more than happy to lie about pretty much everything. He will compliment things that don't excist if he thinks that the cat coplimenting him will like it more for that, and has yet to tell anyone what really has happened in his past. it has even gotten to the point where some times he does it simply because he thinks it will be fun, interesting and most of all because he could make himself into someting he's not- something better.

{ Anxious }

Cass is always on edge, and constantly nervous. He doesn't know how long it's been, part of him just thinks it was always like that. Maybe he was born feeling like he has to constantlly walk on egg shells, like he's always about to make that one fatal mistake. He's never had anything to confirm this idea, mind you, but still it runs his life practically, always having a terrible memory and trouble focusing because he is worried.

Personality Type:

M I N D - S E T

Habits:

Fears:

    -          Family

    -          Commitment

    -          Being Unloveable

    -          His Past catching up to him

    -          His father

Dreams / Goals:

    -          Be loved, and feel all types of Love

    -          Become Stronger than his Demons

    -          Become Rich and Powerful, but not famous

Religion:
Ancestors. He believes your ancestors will haunt or bless you depending on your actions. He has little hope that he is of the “blessed” section

S E X U A L I T Y

Sexual Orientation: Polyamorous / Bisexual – gender doesn’t sway him one way or the other, but he does believe that every relationship experiences a different kind of “love” and to be truly humbled and wise one must experience as many of those types of love as possible. Due to this, he sees no problem with having more than one relationship so long as he is not leading anyone along.

Marital Status:
Never Married

E N V I R O N M E N T

O C C U P A T I O N

Battle Class: mage

Occupation: Herbal Healer

Former Occupations:
none

S K I L L - T R E E

Current Level: 1

Equipped Skills: none

Strength:

Stealth: 5

Endurance:

Agility:

Tactical Skill:

Healing Arts: 5

Dark Magic:

E Q U I P M E N T

Items in Possession:

Weapons: Starter Gauntlets

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S

Parents:

{ Marshal Finnigan | Male | Nott | Assumed Deceased }

{ Sarah Finnigan | female | nott | Deceased }

Siblings:

{ Meena Finnigan | Female | Nott | Deceased }

Nieces & Nephews:

n/a

Aunts & Uncles:

n/a

Cousins:

n/a

Offspring:

None yet

E X T E N D E D

Adopted Family:

{ Haven | Male | SubBreed | Alive and Active}

”Regardless of how he see’s me he is a brother to me. He has done for me somehting I can never repay. I wish to remain his comrade.

Romantic Partner:

{ Name | Gender | SubBreed | Status }

B A C K S T O R Y

{ Chapter title }

Before the Beginning

Two cats should never have met, but they did. These two where told by everyone not to pursue a relationship, but alas they did anyway. They where convinced their love for one another was worth fighting for. They moved far away from anyone that could tell them what they where doing wrong and decided to be in love regardless. After a while, life became harder but the two stuck it out. When things got stressed they had their little fights, but never anything so serious. yes, they knew they weren't that idellic couple, but they where happy together more or less. Soon, it was found that she was pregnant.

Easy Life of Kittens

Cass, and his sister Mel, where born in the first warmth of spring. To those who new the couple, it was perceived as a good sign, like maybe their relationship wasn't fated to be as tragic as everyone else seemed to think. Cass's dad went to work in Forestry, hard manual labour but it brought home enough that the family could live easily as his mother stayed home and raised them.

Far form any vilages, Cass and Mel had a childhood of froliking in the long grass feilds, catching frogs and just generally causing a ruckus as kittens do. they had fun, as Cass and his sister where closely bonded and happy with each other's constant company. Even at night, when crickets chirped and the moon was out, Mel usually came in and ended up sleeping with Cass in his bed. Sincerely, at this time, everything seemed to be perfect.

However, as innocent kits, Cass and his sister where unaware of the growing tension in the household.

The Coming Storm

So it seemed that fate is not something you can avoid, and the pair of lovers no one thought would work began to unravel at the seems. Zayl's father started to get angry and full of resentment to be the only one working - especially when Cass's mother would make a fuss when he came home with the stech on beer on his breath and his words slurred. This began to Escalate, but for a while it was away from the view of the children.

of course, Zayl can remember the first time he witnessed his parents fight. He had been sleeping on the door side of the bed, with Mel sleeping peacefully on the side that faced the wall. His dad had come home drunk, again, but when Cass's mother mentioned that he shouldn't drink so much his dad freaked out. There was so much yelling and screaming, and though Casstiel couldn't see them, he could see their shadows flickering angrily on the wall outside his open door.

He held his breath that moment, when his father's paw came down on his mothers... and that was it.

Nothing was the same after that.

Thundering Down Upon the Wicked

From that point on, things only got worse. Cass did his best to protect his sister from it, but there was no stopping it. His mother began to hide away in the home and his fathers beligerant anger on steadily grew. no longer could he keep it contained to only firected towards Cass's mother. Soon, everyone in the home was reaping the rewards of his hard work in the forms of bruises and claw marks to cover the next day. Neither Cass nor his sister ever spoke of it, still trying as they might to play with one another in make beleive worlds where everything was ok and they got their injuries from battles with dragons instead of their father's. They would do this every day, in the woods not far off but away from home and anyone that could stop by.

They where always sure to be home before dad got home though.

It was during this time, in the woods, where they discovered they had a nack for magic- and this changed everything. After many desolate months, the siblings had hope. They practised in secret, planned get-a-ways and promised each other every day of the things they would do togther once they where both free of their father's tyranny. Mel seemed to have an affinity for water, and Cass had fire come more easily to him. he envied his sisters skills more though, which where graceful adn well done. Both of them knew that though they both where getting good- his sister was excelling faster than either of them could beleive.

Cass snuck off one day. Just once, to try and find Mel a magic teacher. She deserved that, since Cass knew his sister was better than most cats. She could be great, she could be a hero or work under the king if she just had someone to guide her. Someone more knowing than he. he found himself, instead, on a dark side road and soon there was tow cats following him. Cass tried to remain calm and shrug them off, but it became apparent that it was not going to happen as he tried to walk faster among crowds and shops he wasn't use to.

They jumped him, and he let out a cry for help, that to his surprise was echoed, When he opened his eyes, he was watching the cats who had jumped him running off with their tails between their legs, holding thair charred hands in close to their chests. He could barely beleive what he adh just done, he hadn't even meant to! He thought he had frozen in fear, but instead-

" That was some power. " Cass looked over to see an albino tom emerge from the showers.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't want to hurt them! I don't want to hurt anyone!" he cried, hoping not to get in trouble. It was an accident, it was all a terrible accident.

His cloak fell down, showing his bruises and bite marks.

" Looks like you've battled demons before."

"I don't fight them." Cass replied, looking to this stranger who could be not much older than himself. A year, maybe a little more.

The albino tom chuckled, then went back to the shadows.

After a second Zayl called out to him.

"WAIT! Do you know magic! I need someone to teach my sister!"

To Little to Late

When he got home, the first thing he noticed was the large creatures outside his home. He recognized them from books- sharriffs adn stuff usually rode them. Wait- why would any cats like that be here? Stomach dropping to his knee's he raced inside.

The two toms, one black and one grey, told him in calm monotone voices, as if it was simple chit chat. Zayl had trouble hearing them, he couldn't pay attention because he could hardly beleive it.

"Your sister had an accident. She was playing out in the woods it looks like and the bank she was on collapsed and she fell in to the running river.

How could his sister, his best friend, be dead?

"your father was the one at the time, and he was the one who called us for help."

Zayl felt his blood run cold.

End this, Start Anew

Zayl could never prove it, but in his heart of hearts he knew his father had been the reason of his sisters death. He just knew. He tried to go on like normal, but something in him had changed, something had stirred. He no longer buckled down to his father's lashings, prayed to make himself a better cat so his father would stop.

No, now he felt something new.

He felt anger, resentmet, hatred.

One day, as the sun was spilling red across the skies, his father came home earlier than normal, but his breath was rank with beer. This was not new, but he was far more drunk than usual, Zayl could tell that as soon as his father's shape appeared in the doorway.

Everything is blurred in this memory, try as he might as remember. He remembers only flashes. His father coming at him. His mother trying to Stop him. His father screaming at her as Cass tried to hide in his bed.

When his father came into his room, Zayl was at the edge of his rope. He yowled. He would not let himself be hurt by this monster called father. not anymore.

Flames licked up his body, growing immensly adn soon consuming everything around him.

The next think he knew he was on the hill in the distance, watching his house, and everyone in it, burn to the ground.

The flames hadn't singed a single hair on his hide, he noted, as a white paw rested on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw the white tom.

"Who are you?"

The albino paused.

"Someone you can trust." he replied, extending his paw up to help lift Zayl up.

" now let's go.

We weren't the Only Ones

It was almost as if they're leaving had started something bigger than either could imagine. In all his life, Zayl could never have pictured what he saw before his eyes. While travelling with Haven one day the whole earth started to shake. Literally. Zayl was more than frightened enough for the both of them because in his very sheltered life before this he had never even thought such things could happen. They tried to take shelter, but were is shelter when the whole world around you is splitting at your very feet? Zayl practically wanted to scream, but didn't.

He had at least that much bravery to his name now.

When it finally all seemed like it was over, it was only the calm before the storm.

When the dust clouds settled what lay within them was more horrible than the tremors themzelves. The earth itself had split open and from the depths of it monsters arouse in numbers Zayl couldn't even keep track of. They were like nothing any cat had ever seen before, monsters Zayl hadn't even known excisted.

Jumping in to save the less trained cats then themselves Zayl faught as best as he could. He didn't want these monsters in his land! He had no idea what they were even doing here, or where they came from. He was scared, but he kept his focus.

However, not amount of focus could make him strong enough.

He ended uo having to run, and when he got somewhere mildly safe he realized he had lost Haven along the way.

Find me within yourself

The only safe place was within the walls of HighVale. Zayl wouldn't have gown if he had a choice, but it had been a while and neither hide nor hair could be found of his friend. he was lost, alone and no one was safe in the other area's now that those monsters roamed freely. The lands beyond these walls were places of almost certain death, and yet within the walls Zayl found himself trapped and lonely.

He kept his eye our for the albino pelt he had grown close to over the time they had travelled together... But he has yet to see him.

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{ Akarui | }

Akarui blinked as Glen approached her, but she smiled weakly and ave a little laugh. She knew what she had probably put the healer through, as Glen seemed to take personal care of Akarui like none of the other healers did. How ever, rather than dwell on it, Akarui hoped to make up for it by healing well and just laughing through the troubles she couldn't get rid of. She always liked to think that happiness was probably the greatest thank you she could give to the healers who had helped her so much. After all, wasn't that their end goal for all their regions cats? or even just call cats in general if they were not particularly bound to their birth or home region.

"morning, if it's morning I mean. She said, letting herself wake u a little more before she began to fuly consider the healers questions. She flexed each foot, tries to give herself a little shake and a lick or two on her dirty pelt. It was covered in cow licks, she just have slept peacefully due to poppy seeds. She couldn't remember being given any, the whole thing was kind of still foggy even if she remembered now, but she assumed she must have been given them.

"Is it weird I'm both hungry and a little sick to my stomach? If I could keep something down I suppose it would be nice to eat something... Is there someone else that can fetch it though? I don't want to take your whole day away. Most of it sure, but I like to think you get to see others besides myself.... oh, and the pain in a rough ache, but more than manageable I should think. Do you think I am ok to get up? Maybe even craft? " She sounded hopeful, even if she knew that there was a high chance of that not being the case what with her preexisting condition. She was more than use to being told to rest and take it easy.

Rest, the thought made her feel guilty for probably having kept Glen, ad possibly other healers, so busy through out the night. replenishing stocks, keeping an eye on her... oh man she had really done it this time. Even after she had been trying to so careful with this second chance she had been given.

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