Adalia

[Monarchy]

NAME: Adalia
GENDER: Female
AGE: Six years
RESIDENCE: Country

APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR: Gray bengal
MARKINGS: White paws
PELT LENGTH: Short
EYE COLOR: Yellow-green
BUILD: Medium sized to large for a she-cat

PERSONALITY:

Even as a kit, Adalia was a little less exuberant than her younger siblings. She much preferred to stay back and watch opposed to sticking her nose right into things and running around, away from her parents. She liked to stay close by to her mother and father, even if her mother barely acknowledged her existence. After the experience with her mother as a baby, she became much more afraid and skittish. She could never feel as if she completely trusted other cats, there was always this nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she was better left alone, better left where others couldn't hurt her. So solitary was how she stayed, even when she became a house cat, she never interacted too much with her human. Still withdrawn and very distrustful of people and their motivations to do things, she tends to take things people say with only a grain of salt.

Nothing has ever changed how willing to love she is, though plenty of things have gotten in the way of it. When she was a kit, with a mother who barely looked at her, Adalia loved her dearly despite this and would always try her best to let her know that. Being with Graham helps this a lot, since it helps her anxiety go away and lets her open up the way she wants to toward other cats she isn't familiar with. Even with being easily frightened and not trusting, she's always willing to love, she's just not always sure how to get there.She's also a very persistent cat. Where you wouldn't call her pushy, she doesn't back down from things. If she sets a goal, she's going to reach it no matter how long it takes her to get there. This also makes her an incredibly patient cat. She doesn't get easily upset or angered at other cats, having come to be a rather understanding she-cat.

cautious, reserved, loving, skittish, affectionate, solitary, anxious, easily frightened, persistent, stubborn, patient, understanding

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Rosamund
FATHER: Diego
SISTER: Addilyn (Silver)
BROTHERS: Abel (Shadow), Liam (Sunny), Altos, Micah (Shadow)
MATE: Graham (?)
CHILDREN: Risily (Narchy)

HISTORY:

Rosamund had been a normal cat for a while. She grew up as an only kit with two loving parents and around when she was three, she met Diego and quickly fell in love with him. It wasn't long before she was expecting kits. About halfway through her pregnancy though, her mother was hit and killed by a car. Something seemed to snap deep down in Rosamund and she began to hear voices, voices only she could hear. She thought it was her kits, speaking to her before they were born. She'd coo back at them, believing it to just be a mother having an extra strong connection with her unborn babies.

The voices were harmless at first, but once her babies were born, they became violent. The voices told her to kill her kits, in any way she possibly could. Rosamund disobeyed the voices, being able to silence them for a while at first. Blocking them out caused her great migraines and soon she had completely closed herself off from her kits as a way to protect them, but the litter saw it as abandonment. While it didn't really effect Adalia or Addilyn that much, it created fears into their brother Abel that have never really gone away. Adalia, the oldest of the litter of three, would often try to speak with her mother. The she-cat usually ignored her, except for that one night when the voices finally took over.

Addilyn and Abel had been settled down beside their father, Diego, sleeping soundly as kits should sleep. Adalia had been that way too, but she woke up from a nightmare and wandered over to Rosamund for comfort. It was a far stretch of course, her mother didn't even speak to the kits, but Lia was persistent. The moment she prodded her mother's shoulder however, Rosamund pinned Adalia to the ground and covered her face with a large, dark paw. Lia was instantly terrified, her body going rigid with fear. Why was her mother doing this to her? She wanted to call out, but she couldn't even breathe. Her vision was starting to get blurry and her lungs were screaming at her. It only lasted a matter of seconds, but it felt like forever to the six month old kitten. Next thing she knew, she was gasping for air and her dad had jumped on her mother, pinning her down away from Lia. Scared and very confused, Adalia turned around and bolted. She ran and ran and didn't stop, not until she was far, far away from the rest of her family.

The first night she just kept walking until her legs gave up, making it to God knows where. She stayed where she was for a few days, hidden in some alley and copying the other strays by dumpster diving. She quickly found that this didn't work well for her, so she tried another tactic she'd seen other cats do on occasion- crying at humans for help. Many of them would just coo and tell her how cute she was, some would yell at her and wave their arms around, and one, one day, picked her up and took her home with him. Adalia had been too shocked to fight back when he wrapped his arms around her waste and set her in a box, more shocked when she felt the box move as the man walked back to wherever his nest was. By time they got back to his apartment, she bolted as soon as he set the box down and opened it. He had apparently expected this though, seeing as how he just sat there while she ran around trying to find somewhere she could hide.

She hid in his house for a while, under chairs and in closets, only coming out to eat while he was gone or asleep. Eventually (about a month) she began to sit near him and let him pet her a bit, but only when she felt like it. Any actions of affection without her consent were met with claws and hisses. He seemed to understand this and accept it, and the two left each other alone most of the time. This is how Adalia's life was for four years, until the time where her human (she had claimed him, by now) packed up all of his things and left, dropping her off at the apartment's doorstep outside and making sad noises at her before he got into a car and was gone. The poor girl sat at that doorstep for days waiting for him to come back and probably would've continued to sit there if it wasn't for a random stray explaining to her (in a rather rude way) that her human was gone and wasn't coming back, that he had left her on the street and she was a stray now, like she had been before.

So Adalia went back to being a stray- a really bad stray at that. She tried her best to dumpster dive, but after a short while she began to watch some of the other cats catch mice. It seemed extremely sloppy to her, nothing like how she remembered her father did it. Going by what little she could remember and how she saw others do it, she managed to catch herself a rat or mouse whenever she got super hungry. It was around now that voices started to bounce around her head. Telling her terrible things about other cats, making her feel like she was always being watched and stalked like prey. It didn't take any time at all before she decided that she didn't like being right in the city around so many cats she didn't know, so she moved out to the outskirts near the countryside.

She lived like this for a few months, alone with a rather quiet head, until she met someone. She'd met tons of people since she left her family, she'd just never really seen anyone more than once. Lia liked to keep to herself and not interact with others, never trusting anyone to do anything for her, especially not with her own mind telling her everyone wanted to hurt her. Being an extremely skittish cat, she actually ran away the first time she saw Graham, afraid that she had wandered onto his territory and that he was going to attack her. She saw him again later though, and again, and it wasn't long before he spoke to her. She managed to speak back to him and it all just took off from there. The two began to speak often and spend their time together. Around him, Adalia didn't feel as anxious as she did when she was alone. She opened up to him and told her about her life: her mother, being all alone as a kit, being taken in by a human, being left by a human, trying to fend for herself for the past year. The only thing she kept to herself was her paranoia and how she spoke to what she thought was just herself- she didn't want him to think there was something wrong with her. It also wasn't long before she fell in love with the way he lived, his world, and also- him.

It wasn't a short courtship, but neither a long courtship, and either way it ended up as it should have ended up. The two cats are now happily mates, living in a barn together and expecting kits any day now. Adalia is happier than she's ever been before and has high hopes for the future. She's been hearing voices more prominently since she grew to be pregnant, and she realizes now that her mother probably heard them when she was pregnant too. Unlike her mother though, Lia ignores them perfectly fine. She doesn't get headaches, she just has attention issues and troubles sleeping when she doesn't give in.

[Silver ❤]

ACCEPTED !

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