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Masa has a minion!

Emma the Tarctic




Masa
Legacy Name: Masa


The Angelic Keeto
Owner: Lindsey

Age: 17 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: December 17th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 3 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 17th, 2006 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
June 15th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 25
     
  • Strength: 63
     
  • Defense: 63
     
  • Speed: 60
     
  • Health: 63
     
  • HP: 63/63
     
  • Intelligence: 8
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Many years ago, there was a small kitten named Masa born to a lion and a tiger -- he was a liger, if you will, but one with a few extra special oddities. He noticeably looked like neither parent, born pure white in color, bright as freshly fallen snow on a sunny day. To add to his oddities, he had genetics to thank, for he had no set eye color either. His right eye developed into an emerald green, with the left eye the color of a clear sky on a bright blue day, as though his genes couldn't decide with color to go with. His father and mother adored him, called him perfect, licked his face clean every morning upon waking and every night before he closed his eyes.

But, as every kitten does, Masa grew curious of his world, for he came to realize that where he walked was a light and airy place. The stars were his best friends, the moon his playmate. When daylight came he liked to sit on the clouds and part them just a little bit to watch what went on down below. He could see a place his mama called 'Earth,' and he wanted to go down there more than anything. His mama refused to let him go -- "too dangerous," she'd say to him while shaking her head. He'd mew softly and lean forward just a little bit, his mama's paw on his tail, for otherwise she'd lose him among the clouds and he'd fall below.

Feeling a bit naughty one day, Masa crept off before daybreak, leaving the warmth of his parents to open a small patch of clouds far off in the distance. He lowered his head down just so, and as he did, a cheery, "good morning, till tomorrow!" from a star called out to him. Unfortunately, it startled him, and before he could clamber backwards there was a small "poof!" sound, and over he went, tumbling downwards onto the foreign place known as Earth.

He landed roughly in a large canister he would later learn is called a "dumpster" -- it was filled to the brim with old papers and smelly foods. He shook himself and attempted to climb out, but found his body to be too tiny to make it over. Scared, he began crying and mewing loudly, in hopes his parents would hear, somehow, despite them so far away. Unbeknownst to him, his parents were aware of his departure the moment his paws stepped off their clouds; no matter how fast they sprinted, they couldn't have caught up to him, for he had fallen too fast, their lost little angel. There was little they could do but watch from where he had fallen.

"I'm sorry!" cried the star who had been the cause of their lost son. "I was only wishing him a good morning."

"Come here," said the father, reaching over and plucking the star from the sky. "You'll have to protect him, since we cannot leave this place ourselves. Then there is no chance of ever returning." The star, though frightened, didn't disagree. Masa's father pursed his lips as much he could and blew out a stream of air, strong enough to fall from the sky and land near their crying son.

"Hush," said the star to Masa. "Your parents have sent me. I'll help you." Masa stepped forward, quieting down but still mewing, sniffing around the floating star.

"This might hurt," the star said, "but only for a moment. You won't hear from me again till it's time for you to go home." With that said, the star plopped itself right on Masa's baby face, leaving a black star as a permanent reminder on his white fur.

Masa cried once more, alone again and now feeling like a new being altogether. His cries drew the attention of another small being -- that of little Emma Alice Anne Campbell, a darling blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl.

"Mommy," she said, tugging her mother's sleeve, "there's a baby in there."

"No, Emma," was her mother's answer as they walked closer. "Not a baby, but a kitten." She reached in -- albeit it slowly and a bit hesitantly -- and plucked Masa right out of the garbage. He squirmed, his dirty fur greasing the mothers shirt. The little girl reached for him, but her mother refused to give him to her.

"We'll take him home," Emma's mother said. "And he'll be ours." Emma squealed in delight, clapping her hands, her six-year-old self barely able to contain her delight. She followed her mother home, tugging on her skirt the entire time, making her stop every few minutes to take another look at the kitten.

Certainly, Masa was frightened -- he wanted to go home to his own mama and papa, knowing they were watching him from above -- but these creatures, he deemed, weren't so bad. In fact, they seemed interested in helping him in some way or another. When they arrived at their new location, Masa found himself drenched in water and later some other thing he didn't care for, because it burned his eyes, though cleaned him and his fur in the end. It wasn't nearly as good as his mama or papa's licks, but it would suffice for the moment.

"He needs a name," said the little Emma, holding him in her arms like she would a baby doll. "I like... Angel." She used her small finger to trace the star on his face. Masa couldn't understand a word she said -- it all sounded like gibberish to him. All he knew was he felt safe in her small arms, found himself curling up to her as the night wore on.

As Emma picked him up and plopped him into bed next to her, she said, "I don't know my real mommy, either. I'm adopted, just like you." She took a large blue bow off of an old stuffed animal and looped it around his neck, her mother tying it before bed.

While Emma slept, Masa wiggled himself from her grasp, climbing to the edge of her bed to glance outside at all the stars above. He promised himself that, with the help of the star, he'd somehow find his parents. But, for now, he'd make himself comfortable. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, remembering his mama's love and papa's adoration.



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