Embrocity Mystique

[Embrocity]

The Name Labeled Upon Me At Birth,
Embrocity Mystique

The Gender I've Been Blessed With,

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Femme Fatale

Living For,[/b]
4 Long Years

You See Me As A,[/color]
Crossbreed

Attracted To Both,
Male and Female.
So consider me Bi-in kids' terms.

Who Mated To Have Lovely Me,
Iluumina -- Dame, Unknown
and
Luminositie -- Sire, Unknown

Sibs,
Born A Year Before
Monstro, Eldest Brother -and- Minna, Eldest Sister
Born In Same Litter
Luxio, Elder Brother -and- Kimi, Elder Sister -and- Embrocity
All Of Them Are Unknown

I See You Through,
Orange burning eyes, burning a hole right into your soul.

The Way I Have Looked For Some Time,[/color]
The pelt is all around a black color, covering all parts of her body. Her Fur is soft and smooth, almost as if it were made of silk. Her body is held rather high-meaning she is tall in size-but her length doesn't seem to agree-meaning her length is more miniature, instead of long. Around her eye is, of course, a nice red color. This surrounds her right eye, if she were facing you. If she were in the same direction of your, it'd be on her left. Gorgeous, eh? She has two spots of red under her reddened eye, one a small circle, the other a bit larger. All around, one human would take one look at her and think her a demon from hell, her black and red combination scaring them to the soul. And a cat with orange eyes? Who would have known it was possible?

The Thing I Wear Around My Neck,[/color]
She wear's a small black, spiked collar, with small red blood-stones in-between each spike.

Things I Dislike, Like, and Everything About Me,[/color]
Embrocity is a cat you would label under the term "emo" for her actions. She's careless, seemingly depressed-although sheís quite happy with her life-and quiet a lot of the time. She does speak up, though, quite a lot to those whom she knows -- and them only, for they can only understand her. She can control herself quite well, knowing when to attack something, and when not to. If one pisses her off, she wouldn't go straight for their throat. She would rather use harsh words until they push her farther off the ledge. Once provoked enough, she can be quite a hell cat. She likes to stalk around, and mysteriously pop up at random times in random places. Why: She sees it as a fun game and how sometimes it confuses those who donít know that she has appeared at the moment. She likes to snicker a lot, and is almost always holding a cruel smirk upon her face. Every new cat she meets, she makes herself known, and never forgettable. Once done so, she establishes on whether or not she likes you. If she deems you her friend, then consider yourself a powerful ally. But if she happens to deem you her enemy-poor ol' soul-then consider yourself dead.

The Past,
'What shall her name be?' A soft mew, one very light and sweet. Apparently it was the voice of a femme. Not just any femme, though. A mother. She was a mother twice over, now. Bearing her second litter of kittens. So she was slightly experienced with the kittens, and knew how to raise them, teach them, love them, and rear them correctly, so they would grow to be strong and respecting. Loving and calm. Not afraid to speak their mind, thoughtful. Everything that they should be, and more. So they could grow to someday leave her and live on their own and raise kitten for themselves.

"I have no clue, Ill. Nothing seems to fit her." A strong, stern, yet caring voice. One of a male. Not just any male, a father. Like the mother above, mates. Lovers. Ones who had loved each other enough to mate not only once, but twice, and stick together the entire time. Through thick and thing. Easy and rough. True love, in their opinions. Whether they were in a fight, and one thought the other wrong, they would never leave each other. They would forever be mates, and maybe, in the afterlife, still be betrothed to one another.

'How about Embrocity, hun?' Then it was decided, the small black kittenís name. Her new calling, instead of having to be called ìhunî by her mother and ìbabeî by her father. Now she had a calling, and she could live with it. For it was just a made up name, it had to not mean anything. So it meant just that, nothing. She was just Embrocity. Her own name, and it would stick... Forever.

"Yes, Embrocity... The different kitten." He was true, she was not like the other orange and grey kittens. She was black. Pure black expect for a small part around her eye and two small dots under it. Red. They were the color of red. A rare thing to be seen on a cat that hadnít even been born from black parents. She was an odd thing, really.

But she was their odd thing.

"Get the f**k away from me." The sound of a harsh, female voice was sounded. Who's was it? Of course, the small black kitten with red around her eye. It was Embrocity, the odd kitten in the litter. The only "none-normal" one out of the bunch. Not even her older siblings had weird markings like she had.

'Oh, but sister, I love you sooooo much! Why should I leave my smaller sister here all by herself? I wouldn't want her to get hurt, now do I? What if I were to leave and you were attacked by angry dogs, then slain? I could not stop them! We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?' The obnoxious sound of her older sister, Kimi. Why was she being so mean? It was simple.

Embrocity was the outcast in the group, the one that they all picked on. Her odd colors and abnormal personality made her the litter's mock. Sometimes even her parents would join in on her teasings. Why? She had never known why they didn't stop her stupid siblings, and tell them to calm down or go sit in "time-out". Maybe they had thought she was just as much as an outcast. Maybe they hadn't liked her, and wanted her to leave their litter so they could have their two little normal kittens. Well, f*ck them! She could live on her own . . . Just not now.

She couldn't now, of course, because she couldnít feed herself. If she left them now, then she would be setting herself up for death. She would be wiped off of the earth in little time, a day or two at most. She didn't know how to hunt for food, couldn't fend off anyone that tried to attack her, had little social skills, and had no clue of how to go and join another group. Surely a cat had many problems living on their own, so that's why she chose to join a group when she was of age to leave.

"Well then, I don't think you'd give a d**n if I were "slain by a dog" or not. I think you would much rather see me dead then be my sibling." She said, looking up to her sisters face and smirking slightly, "Or maybe you would like to stay with me. So that when the dog came it could eat you than me. See, if it ate me, then it would be hated. If it ate you, then the other dogs would rejoice, seeing as the ugliest kitten seen has been eating and they could eat without having to puke in remembrance of your ugly mug, Kimi." Sure, it wasn't that harsh for a kitten, but she was just a kitten. She couldn't really come up with the worst of things at her age, barely knowing what half of the bad words meant.

Kimi's face went an angry red, although it was hard to see through her fur, and her tail stiffened out in anger. Some cats did make fun of her for her ugly looks, but a lot of cats made fun of each other in this town for looks. It was just the weird thing about the place they lived at.

'Wait until ma hears about this! She'll whip you good!' Kimi shouted at Embrocity angrily, clear anger heard in her tone. Well, she had done her job. She got her older sister to back off and go cry like a little ass to the parents about how rude and mean Embrocity was. No matter, she didn't give a d**n, rather. She was about six months, so maybe she could leave the place and go live on her own.

Yes, that is what she'll do! Leave the place. She could hunt mice and all of that stuff for food, they werenít that hard to get, and she only needed so little. Her living-places could suffice for just small potholes or under someone's house. Even a small bush would be nice. As for fending for herself, she'd just find a group to live in. Then she could be fine and protected by them . . .

She watched as her sister turned and ran off, anger seen in her steps. Nice. Well time to go! Embrocity stood and turned, trotting off with pride.

She had won.

"You thought you could get from me, eh?" That same tone, that same voice, just older. It was familiar, and one that was non-forgettable. It was Embrocityís voice. The small cat that was constantly picked on as a kitten and forced to live on her own in fear of her angry parents and siblings. Well, she was older now, two years, and rather happy away from them. She had a nice life, really nice.

She gripped the small mouse in her paw, and lifted it from the tail, holding the small grey thing in front of her face. She looked at it, itís eyes looking back straight into hers, pure fear seen in it. Well, let's not let it die in great fear, that would be cruel and unwanted. Let it die quickly, and so that it had not need to fear for it's life any longer. She didn't want to die in great fear, she knew that. So why should the mouse?

Smiling slightly, she whispered Let's hope karma doesn't catch up with meÖ. . . She thought, then, opened her mouth, quickly dunking the mouse in and biting, killing it with one chew. It was over, poor thing. She gave it a small little bless, and finished it off, gulping it down in nearly one whole bite.

At least it didnít have to suffer.

Would you want to suffer when you died? Or would you rather a soft, peaceful death? If it were up to her, a soft and peaceful death would work. She was sure she didn't want to have to live with the pain, and whine until death finally decided to take the light from your eyes. It was much better, that way.

Finishing off the rest of the mouse, she licked her paw, the one that had currently been holding the mouse. She then slowly proceeded to clean herself, well, her face and her paw. She had no need to clean any other part of her fur, for it was already decent enough. She didn't need to have to be like a drama cat and clean every part of her body constantly, there really was no point in doing so.

Done with that, she smiled, her small grumble coming from the pits of her throat, showing that she was either growling, or purring. She wasn't growling, one could tell for her body was not puffed up in anger, and the tone wasnít to deep. Besides, you could barely hear it, so it had to be a purr. For she never purred loudly, she had no use to.

It was still her purr, though. No matter how quiet and rare it was. It was hers, and hers alone.

"This. . . Can't be true, can it?" The orange colored eyes looked deeply into those of a male cat. He gave her a small smile, and a chuckle to go along with it. "I'm afraid it is." He said, his deep tone implanting itself into her body, her soul. Love, she had never known it before. Now she did, though, for she was in love with the male tabby in-front of her, staring into her eyes.

"You wouldnít lie, right?" He shook his head no, confirming that he wouldn't lie to her. She smiled kindly. "Alright then. . . In that case I'll just have to say. . ." Suddenly she tackled him, knocking him to the floor. She chuckled, then turned and ran off. For once, she was happy, really happy. She had no need to act like a rather emo kitty.

The male cat groaned in anger. Why the hell did she always act that way when he tried to be serious? She had ruined everything. His life, his little sisters life, and his mother's, most of all. She was just to. . . Different, it was embarrassing to go around with her. Everyone always thought her to much of a freak and how the best male in town had gotten such a screw-up, made them all wonder.

Turning, she looked to see the tabby just standing there, staring at her. She thingyed her head slightly, a bit confused. Then it hit her. . . Her tail dropped from it's happy position in the air, and her heart sank so far, that it was no longer near her chest, but in small pools at her feet. She had screwed up, with her near mate. . .

She had no love. . .

He didnít love her anymore. . . She could tell, that deadly stare he gave her, digging into her soul and yelling at her for screwing up. She knew this. . . He just didnít want to be with her anymore, he saw no point in doing so. He wanted to be single, and get a much better cat than she. She was not worth him. She was to . . . different.

A single tear dropped from her eye, not even hitting the ground before she flew from the barn and out to the forest. Things always went so wrong with her. She had just needed a town where she could be normal, for just a bit. Where she didn't have to be so outcasted. That's why she was heading through the forest. . . The town. .. Xyre, was heard to be one for cats . . . One where they had weird colorations, as well. Just not as many.

That's where she was heading, now.

That's why love could never work for her. . .

That's why her life is so f*cked up.

That is why, everything is wrong. . .

That's why she is, the way she is. . .

That was around her age of three and eight months. It would take atleast four to get through the forest, and hopefully survive. She was, to be there around the age of four. Hopefully to be accepted back into a clan, where none would tease her for differences, and love her for whom she was . . .

My Theme Song, Has To Of Course Be,
Blood {hidden track}
- The Black Parade
~ ~My Chemical Romance

Things That Aren't Normally Seen,
Red dots under her right eye, and surrounding it.[/center]

First Cat Bio EVER. Hope it works out.

[Tashii]

WOW!GOOD JOB BRI! This was AMAZING. I loved every second of it. It was creative and i felt like it was actually a book. Im Jealous.....once again...WOW!