Post by ``Katniss on Aug 15, 2010 18:35:42 GMT -5
name: Katniss
pronunciation: cat-niss
alias: ? n/a
age: one year & 4 months
gender: female
breed: border collie, pure-blood
appearance:
Here's Katniss; soft black fur on the back and most everywhere else except where the dark melts into a creamy white on her paws, muzzle and belly. Her long fur gets tangled easily, but once washed out it's very soft. The thin white strip up her face goes right between her muddy brown eyes. Bright and inquisitive.
Her build is small and slight but not frighteningly thin, and that might just be her age. Built for speed, Katniss is quite fast. Her stance suggests a young puppy, bubbling with energy. She's always light and quick on her paws, ready to go, ready to run. Never standing still.
personality:
Meet Katniss, and you'll probably think she's younger then she is. Mostly it's her size, small. But she acts young as well. Being curious and always asking questions is Katniss' way. She loves being around other canines and is not the least bit shy. She's not afraid to voice her opinions either, if she doesn't agree with you or feels strongly about something, you'll know.
Along with being loud and outspoken Katniss also has a fiery temper. Which doesn't go hand-in-hand with saying whatever's on the mind. This being the case, Katniss often gets into trouble for her quick temper and even quicker tongue. Her temper is the quick to come and quick to burn itself out though, which is fortunate.
Being a very social dog, Katniss often talks too much or tells the wrong things to the wrong dogs. She trusts and forgives everyone inexplicably which is both a gift and a curse. She does learn from her mistakes however which is good because she makes a lot of them.
Katniss is an optimist, she lives in the present not dwelling much on mistakes or past should have/would have/could have's. If she has enough food for a decent meal, and a dry spot to sleep she's happy.
Even though Katniss acts like a harmless, loud-mouth, she can be quite convincing when she wants to. Hurt or insult someone she loves and she will defend them with her life. Being fiercely loyal, Katniss will honor any promise she makes and hates feeling in debut to anyone. Overall, Katniss is a happy pup, but test her and she's all sparks.
history:
Katniss was never really sure where she came from. When she tries to remember her past, all that comes up are the scents of straw and warm milk, the feelings of soft fur on her face and a warm body beside her. A brother. She had one a long time ago. She remembers his eyes, they were milky. Hers were a bright brown; and that was the difference, her eyes tracked the movements of the mice in the small barn. His didn't. She remembers a big shadow, smelling of home and comfort. Mother. Katniss is pretty sure there were only two pups, but memories blend together after time. One day blending into the next. Sunlight dappled leaves, so bright green to her new eyes. The golden hay, brushing her short fur in sleep. Sleep. Next to two family members, it was so peaceful.
Katniss doesn't know where those sunny days went, neither does she know where her mother or brother went. One day she was out in the alleys, shivering in the freezing downpour.
Katniss got used to being alone after she was left in the streets. Got used to finding her own food and got used to being her own guard.
Around eight months on her own, Katniss found hope. Hope in a shriveled bag of potato chips. There were two smashed chips and salty residue on the bag's inside, but the simple goodness that flooded Katniss' mouth when she devoured the few bits of starch made her realize that everything wasn't going to hell.
Friends don't exactly top Katniss' list of things to worry about. But around her thirteenth month Spike entered her life. Spike was the epitome of bad-ass. He sauntered around the alley-ways of the city and was arrogant as all get up. But despite the bad guy exterior Spike really cared for the young ones of the city, he gave scraps of food to the youngest. the ones without anywhere else to go. Katniss was rather taken by this tough dog who defied everything by giving all his winnings away. She was fascinated. And being herself, wanted answers. She started dogging Spike when he went on his rounds. Asking him question after question. And Spike being Spike humoured her and let her stay. He even taught her a thing or two. Hunting, tricking, staying out of the worst messes in the city. Katniss counted this as her first ever friendship with someone.
But all good things must come to an end sooner or later. And isn't it better to get the end over with and have it be sooner?
Katniss awoke one foggy morning to an unfamiliar scent in her nose. She blinked and wondered what it was. I'll ask Spike, he'll know. She thought as she stretched and padded out of the cardboard box she'd spent the night in.
Red.
There was red everywhere. The metallic scent was this red sticky stuff now all over her paws. She was confused until she saw Spike he was laying on the ground a few yards away. Another dog was by him, when Katniss approached the stray ran away, limping and trailing more red liquid as he went. Katniss ran to Spike skidding in his blood. Blood. The word came to her easily once she put two and two together. Spike was dead and had obbviously came to her in hope she could save him. "What happened to you friend?" Katniss wondered aloud, resting her head on her paws. Death. The end of all.
Suddenly Katniss was sick of the sight, she was so disoriented. What would she do now? Where could she go? There was only one answer, run. Run. Run. Run far away from the horror of today and never stop. She said a silent goodbye to Spike that the wind carried away as she ran. She didn't stop until she came to the next city, blood still matting her fur.
