|My beloved kitty, Misty|
Soul Mate Quest Journal 4th EntryJuly 28Soul Mate Quest Journal 4th Entry by KittySib
There is so much to tell, and I can barely think straight. Owen Snow-Clover is not as he seems. That fire that lit the sky? That was his village. It had been attacked by bandits and few villagers were alive. I found a young woman, clutching a small boy child to her. They were both alive.
“You smell like Owen’s magic. Have you seen him? He’s been missing for the last 6 months.” The woman stared at me hopefully. Her eyes were silver, glowing in the night, like Owen’s.
“Are you his wife?” I asked.
“No. His sister. When my daughter drowned six months ago, Owen refused to believe she was dead. He convinced himself she’d been abducted. Even after he saw her body, he still refused to accept the truth.”
I took a deep breath, and then fluffed my wings. “That explains a lot. He killed a bunch of warriors with ice magic a couple nights ago and cast a sleep spell on me. I’m sorry for your losses-both of your daughter-a
Soul Mate Quest Journal 3rd entryJuly 25Soul Mate Quest Journal 3rd entry by KittySib
Owen Snow-Clover is a big fat stupid mean arrogant no good LIAR! I cannot begin to express how ANGRY he makes me. His sleep spell lasted 2 days. On the 22nd I went back to the warrior’s camp. They were all strangely still, as if sleep had taken them right in the middle of their activities. I touched one of them. His skin was encased in ice. I checked the others, and they were all the same.
Shivering, I huddled inside my wings for a minute. There was no doubt in my mind that Owen had done all this. I guess he really is a powerful mage. Gritting my teeth I launched myself into the air to circle the camp and find where that snow leopard shifter had run off to. If he really did have a little girl with him, I MIGHT forgive him a little. If not…
My stomach betrayed me, so I found a nice perch in the top of a very strange tree. It was big enough around you could easily have a small house within. My bread was a little hard, and my fruit a little squishy, but it was at least
Soul Mate Quest Journal 2nd EntryJuly 22Soul Mate Quest Journal 2nd Entry by KittySib
So much has happened since I passed through the portal to the human world. There was this blinding blue light, and a deadly chill followed by disorientation. I am so embarrassed. I fell from the sky and crashed into the trees below. Luckily I escaped with a few scrapes and bruises.
Once I had myself sorted out, I closed my eyes and Listened. I heard the sound of warriors celebrating-all loud and drunken and singing things rather poorly. I crept up to the edge of their camp, and tried to make sense of it all. Almost everyone had a sword and a drink. In the center of their camp was a large pole with a man tied to it. He couldn’t sit, he couldn’t move, and it seemed he was barely breathing.
I was about to walk away, because it was none of my business. He might be a dangerous criminal after all. That changed though when he caught my eye. No one else noticed me, but their prisoner looked me right in the eyes. His were the most beautiful green I’d ever seen. Now tha
Soul Mate Quest Journal 1st EntryJuly 20thSoul Mate Quest Journal 1st Entry by KittySib
This journal belongs to me, Cathleen Felix. It was an early birthday present from my older brother. I’ve spent the last two days trying to figure out how I wanted to use this. I finally came to the conclusion that I would write about everything that happens up to the eve of my 29th birthday. I want to have a lasting voice. A legacy of sorts for whoever cares to read this.
I suppose that I should explain. My people are called the Winged Ones. Mine are dark green. I also have bright blue hair, black feline ears and a long, fluffy black tail. Other tribe of Winged Ones have different types of features, like the Wolf Clan, and the Fox Clan.
According to a curse cast upon all clans hundreds of years ago, if we do not find our soul mates before we turn a certain age we will turn into beasts or monsters. For men, the age is 32. I guess it’s because men mature a little slower than women. We females only have until our 29th birthday. It isn’t rare that those who fail
Writing is my passion. I also draw some and crochet. I want to reach out with my writings and inspire others. Even though it is easy to get lost in the darkness, one can almost always find a light-if you look for one. I may be a bit strange and unconventional-I am a Kitty Cat Imperialist. (and yes, I'm serious) Anyways, I like making new friends. I hope you find what you are looking for and have a great day!|
All shall be accomplished while serving the Kitties, who rule this world, though it is not widely known.