K A I Y A

Jade eyes gazed out from the crate that held the large hybrid cat, a rumbling growl escaping her muzzle as her bodice crouched in the back of the cage. She was angry, she was upset, and she was scared. That much was known, but not much was known about her breed. She was a mix between a wild cat and a domestic cat, a breed not often seen and when it was, it was expensive. The pricing on this breed was often drastic, but the temperament of the feline in this cage was less then amusing. The female had shown aggression towards many of her human owners, not because she was just aggressive, but because they poked and prodded at her. She had grown used to being examined and then they had tried to breed her, tried to create more of her kind. Needless to say, the female wasn’t a happy camper.

She was currently pregnant, but it was unknown to the staff, her plume swayed side to side in an angry manner. This was how she was repaid for being a playful and happy kitten. She was how she paid for spending days crawled up in the humans lap, and being a sweet kitten. She had never shown aggression when she was young, she had been well behaved. The fact that she was stuck in this cage was what got her. She had allowed them to poke and prod her, had allowed them to do as they pleased. They had awarded her with a cage of bars and a course of meals two times a day. The meal wasn’t even raw, the food she preferred, but a mess of hard pebbles. She sniffed the bowl and then turned around, moving towards the back of the cage as soon as a human came towards her.

Every day a child came in, hoping to play with the kitten and running right up to the cage, and they were greeted with anger wails and constant lunging at the door. Was there no haven for this lady, no human that was willing to see pas the anger and try to take her home with them.

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Female
4 years
Ashera Cat
Golden with spots, like a cheetah

Kate Henton

With the wealth of rescue programs that had sprung up in the area, Kate had found the pressure on her own small, non-profit organization lifted. She had room to take in more wildlife for rehabilitation, and more resources to care for them. But today was different; the brown-haired, freckle-faced young woman was not out looking for rescue animals, she was out in the hopes of finding a new companion animal now that Starlit Eyes was getting older. A new, permanent face at their home would help liven things up, and give her and the aging wolfdog additional companionship, which she was otherwise use to dealing with sick or injured creatures that inevitably were to be released or relocated.

Kate swept a lightly curled lock of hair from her face and deftly tucked it behind one ear as she moved along the row of small pets. A reptile would be interesting... but you couldn't exactly cuddle with one of them, and they never came running to you when when you stepped into the door after a long day. So she moved on, passing up the small mammals and the fish, and arriving where most of the cats were kept. "Aren't you a cutie?" The woman smiled, sticking a finger into a cage where a small, white and black kitten mewed and rubbed against the digit. She spent a moment or two looking over the little feline before movement caught her attention, and drew her hazel eyes towards a particularly large... and stunningly wild looking feline. "My... look at you." It was Kaiya that she saw, and in a few steps, she brought herself in front of the feline's cage, enthralled by the exotic beauty of the cat, but a little leery of her size and disposition.