kithood

"We were made to make them happy."

Teddybear was born to a lovely molly and two siblings. Her mother believed in the idea that cats such as herself and her kits were brought into the luxury life of a housefolk's den to provide them joy. In turn, Teddybear grew up with the belief that being a lap cat was a fulfilling purpose. Eventually she was bought by a young woman as her companion once old enough. She was sad to part from her family, yet excited for her future with her person.

home with her

Named and given a lovely red collar, life was full of fun. Toys, wet food, and many nights curled up by the head of its Housefolk. They did everything together! It would walk her up for breakfast, follower her room to room, play, eat, and settle down on the couch to watch her leave. As the sun set its Housefolk would return. Play, feed, brush, and assist her with her strange no-fur tasks. Often at night they would sit on the couch together, hand stroking its back, and watch the Telly. Life was one perfect routine. At times she would grow sad, but Teddybear licked away her tears and purred against her chest.

Teddybear had a litter of sof's own. A lovely molly was brought to sof, brief as their time was together sof was delighted to be a mother. Teddybear raised sofs kits on the same beliefs sofs own mother spoke of. Then they were gone, taken to live a life of love such as softself.

Eventually, its Housefolk found a mate. Teddybear was happy for her and always greeted the new no-fur when he came to visit, but he seemed to ignore its calls. That was okay, because he made its Housefolk happy too. Even if the rejection of its headbutts and batting paws brought dejection. The seasons came and went, he moved in, and slowly.. a change came. One Teddybear did not expect. Its Housefolk was changing its routine, less care put into it. It forgave her due to her obvious condition. A kit was born! They came home together, exhaustion in the new family's eyes. Teddybear was quick to lead her to her nest for rest. In that rare moment, she embraced it, and once more it felt loved.

That was the last time Teddybear was held by warm hands. The kit took all the attention from herself. She was almost forgotten at times, having to yell improperly for meals. Her Housefolk's mate often yelled at her for this, but she was fed eventually. Besides those brief moments during mealtime she was not given a second glance. She was loved, was she not making her Housefolk happy?

Mt. Solstice

On a cold morning Teddybear was put into her carrier and into the car. She thought it was a visit to the sterile white walled place, but the car ride was far longer than it remembered. Winding roads and brief glimpses of dense woods.. all leading to a quiet place full of strange smells. The male no-fur opened her carrier and began walking back to the car. She called out, wishing to follow, but he was quick to shoo her away. He climbed into the car and left her on a rocky path alone.

Abandoned by the no-furs she thought loved her, she now wanders Mt. Solstice a ghost of herself. Hardened by her unforunate circumstances.