Flame PointsHere is a story of my OC's as I promised. (More to come)
Part 1: Butter and Scotch
The sound of water surrounded the area; the subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones sent an array of euphoria to the ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of the face as the frigid wind caressed the shivers that triggered through the body. Then a loud crash—the sound of the peaceful water being thrust out of its safe abode, followed by a piercing tone, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!” She instantly recognized the voice being her twin brother Scotch. Butter’s cat like ears twitch
Part 2: Demoni Part 2: Demoni
Butter watched as her brother continued to play in the water, completely oblivious to the reason why he could never wander past the very river he was playing within. She yearned to know what Euteria had to offer past such restricted areas and what kind of people lurked around the dark corners of such a dazzling world.
Then a soft noise made its way towards her and she twitched her ears towards her right as she instinctively turned her head slowly to see another cat. The girl was noticeably sitting on a tree branch that was right above both of them, making no real effort to hide herself from their eyes.
Butters ears went b
Part 3: CottonesePart 3: Cottonese
The Demoni ran at Butter who stood her ground, bracing herself for impact. She planted her boots into the ground as the taller, stronger intruder crashed into her. Grabbing Butter's dress, the demon cat slammed her into the tree, causing a shower of leaves to fall over them as some birds squawked in annoyance, fleeing from their nests. Butter's lips curved up, baring her teeth as she puffed out her tail in animosity. She extended her claws and raised her arm, slicing across the Demoni's shoulder as a yelp escaped the demon cats' lips. Butter seized this opportunity, using the tree for leverage as she kicked her foot out a
Part 4: Blue PointPart 4: Blue Point
Butter released the air from her lungs, turning it into an eerie mist in the frigid night air. Her ears stood up straight on end, and her tail twitched back and forth anxiously. She hated being here, her master knew that—but he did not care. He only saw her as a pretty face, a breed to attract potential suitors. It was simple really, her master wanted to find her a perfect mate—one that was wild—in hopes to create a unique blood line, one that no one else has ever discovered. He desired to create a cross between a flame point and a blue point. The master wanted to produce a white tailed cat with soft, gl