Post by |P|remonitous> on Feb 24, 2007 16:54:07 GMT -5
Ever since the day Jazzsong had joined, as an apprentice, even after proving she could be a warrior, not one cat had been willing to accept her or even give her a chance. They all galnced at her sideways as if she had two heads. Nobody cared if she wasn't around, nobody had loved her. So she has just been one to follow her duties with out complaint, for thats all she did in life. She wanted somebody to love, and somebody to love her, more than anything in the world she pleaded for a mate. Just someone to miss her presence, miss her voice, miss her scent, and miss everything about her when she wasn't around. But Jazzsong knew perfectly well that this could never happen, for she was a Kittypet. No other cat ever wanted a Kittypet around, because they had been around Twolegs, and lived the easy life with food out of bowls.
For the reason you were a Kittypet, half the time it isn't Your choice its your parents. If you were born in a Twoleg home it's not your fault, you born where ever your parents are when it's time. If Jazzsong could choose she would rather of been clanborn. Cats said leave as soon as you can, your not going to leave blind and naked are you? It was all she knew as a kit she couldn't change the past, only the future.
Jazzsong carried on her warrior duties, catching enough prey to satisfy the clan, and patroling, and remarking the borders. When she had finshed she returned to her camp, ate some freshkill, and began to relax out her full stomach. She glanced around all others sharing tounges, all but her, for nobdy liked a Kittypet..........
For the reason you were a Kittypet, half the time it isn't Your choice its your parents. If you were born in a Twoleg home it's not your fault, you born where ever your parents are when it's time. If Jazzsong could choose she would rather of been clanborn. Cats said leave as soon as you can, your not going to leave blind and naked are you? It was all she knew as a kit she couldn't change the past, only the future.
Jazzsong carried on her warrior duties, catching enough prey to satisfy the clan, and patroling, and remarking the borders. When she had finshed she returned to her camp, ate some freshkill, and began to relax out her full stomach. She glanced around all others sharing tounges, all but her, for nobdy liked a Kittypet..........
