User:Pinkkitty !

Personality

Pinkkitty is not her real name, but she is so accustomed to being called it that she doesn't notice. Her character is a bizzare mix of personality traits. She swears on the existence of "otherworldly beings" and tells many made-up stories about them. Actually, she makes many made up stories about everything. It doesn't help that she is a terrible lier. Ironically, she is very gullible. She can be secretive, and tries very hard to cover this up, because she is frightened someone would find out the secret of her childhood. Pinkkitty is quite sensitive underneath all that happy-go-lucky, excitable, adventure-seeking personality of hers. Pinkkity has a Secret Stash hidden in the Tavern. There she has hidden rooms containing chocolate and lollies,as well as false ones for any would-be theives, as well as her major weakness, fresh- caught fish.

Life

Pinkkitty's earliest memory was when she was four years old. Her little sister hadn't been born yet. She was playing with her older brother, who was attenpiting to catch her tail...

I wiggled my tail invitingly, giggling when I flicked it a few centermetres out of Jen's reach whenever he pounced. I Eagerly flexed my back paws and sprang ahead of my brother. Jen lay down flat and pawed at my tail. But I was ready and curled it unerneath me. Reaching out once more, he brushed the very edge of it, but I jerked it away from him, swishing it in random directions to confuse him. He jumped in front of my tail,and I, seeing it coming, reacted by whipping around to face him. I knew I could not keep it up forever. After all, Jen was my older brother. He was faster, and stronger than me, and had better reflexes too. He was only giving me a fair go. "Gotcha!" he cried, grabbing my tail firmly between his paws. He opened his mouth to say "okay-my turn!" but instead, he frowned."Hey...whats this?" he asked, curious. "Wwhat..?" I asked, suddenly nervous. What had he found? I heard light paws gracefully tap apon the carpet, and I looked up. My mother's sweet face smiled warmly at us. I got the impression she enjoyed watching our game as much as we enjoyed playing it. Crouching down to look at my tail, she murmured, "Jen..what you have found is..a birthmark". After explaining to the two of us what a birthmark was, Jen took the oppurtunity to observe my "special markings" more closely. I, however, would have been just as contented to continue playing our catchie game, until Jen suddenly cried out. "look! Her tail is pink from her birthmark! Shes..Pinkmark...no...Pinkietail...no..no...Pinkkitty!"

And that, was how my name was remembered forever afterwards.

My next memory was a year or so later, and was not nearly as sweet as my first. I was born to a resonably wealthy family, at first, as my mother had a sucessful job.I was too young to remember fully what it was, but I do remember one day she came home early, and went straight into her and Dada's room. I listened stealthily, my ear pressed to the door, as Mother and Dada talked in hushed whispers. I could barely hear them, but I remember a big long word that I did not understand, but later learned to dislike a lot. This word was "bankrupt". Times were hard, the family were poor, and Dad learned he had to join the army.After that, I never saw him. There was one time he was allowed to come home for the day though, and I still remember it, although I remember that day for reaons not apparently obvious. I was watching the gold fish in our pond and the little ripples they made on the surface of the water when suddenly, my attention was diverted to faint buzzing I could hear in the sky that seemed to be coming from tiny black dots in the distance. "get inside!" growled my brother angerly. I had never seen him sound so serious before. He dragged me into the house, and as I struggled to keep up, my face echoed feelings of fear and confusion. " Wwhats going on Jen?" I asked him. "Be quiet. I will tell you when we get inside" he snapped back, irritated. Yet even as I could hear the obvious frustration directed at me, I could also see he was even more scared than I was, which was to say he knew something I didn't. That simple fact made me feel almost sick with fear. I had the darkest feeling of my life then, a terrible premonition of something far worse than I had ever expirenced in my life before...

"get in here" he ordered, shoving me into a cuboard. I expected him to go, but he lingered for a minute longer. "Pinkkitty...if I dont make it...I..I..." he stuttered."Ive got to go" "Jen..stay here" I pleaded, but he had already gone. The buzzing noise I had heard before had morphed into a loud booming noise by then. "Its a aeroplane" I thought to myself. The noise left as the plane landed, and I heard voices barking orders. Then there was silence. Another voice. This time, I reconised it. "Please! I have done nothing wrong. Nothing!" The scream sounded so desperate, it made chills scamper up my spine.It was my mother's. "sorry- orders are orders" mocked a male voice with horrifying indifference. "take me instead" begged Dada pleadingly. "Please. Have mercy" "Lock him up. We will deal with the girl later." "No. Noooo!" cried mother, her words ending in tears. "you will never get away with this! Ill see to it! Ill make sure you get punished for all you do to us and everyone else!"yelled Dada fiercly. There was a loud thump, and I realised they had thrown him into the plane with all the cargo. "now...we have to do you.." Mother screamed again and again. Her screams sounded so scared I wanted to swap places, so she was in this safe cuboard, and I was out where she was. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, a gunshot. No more screams. Mother was dead. Tears fell. I dared not make a sound. "wait- wasn't there more?" asked the same man that...that did the killing. "you may be right" said another. Footsteps. They were geting closer. I wanted to flee, to turn invisible. Yet at the same time I wanted them to find me, so I would go to wherever mother went when they took her life. "nothing. Lets go"

I waited. I waited long after I heard the plane leave, in case they brought out more people. Why would they do that? No...but it was better to be safe than sorry. Still shaking violently, I opened the door a crack. I blinked from the sudden light, and tiptoed around the rooms. "Jen?" I called softly. "J..Jen?" I called, harder. No answer. I tried again, but only silence answered my words. A sudden realisation hit me and I wanted to be sick. No mother,no father, and now no older brother. Who would look after me? I was only 6. When I was outside, I looked around. No one. "Jen!" I called. There he was, starting up Dada's old plane... "Jen! No! Take me with you!" I cried. He stopped, considering what to do. "alright" he said after what seemed like forever. "you can come" He paused."you do know where we are going...dont you?"