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Nautica
Legacy Name: Nautica


The Sun Tigrean
Owner: scotlette

Age: 9 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 25th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 25th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 55
     
  • Strength: 137
     
  • Defense: 135
     
  • Speed: 133
     
  • Health: 133
     
  • HP: 122/133
     
  • Intelligence: 12
     
  • Books Read: 11
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk



Art by Iridescent

Physical description: Quite skinny for a wild cat, because of the lack of nutrition from meat. His expression is constantly of a tired acceptance. Bright golden eyes. Coat markings are similar to a Tigrean's. He has a scar at the edge of his left eye.

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I padded along slowly, not really paying attention to anything at this point. The savannah dust rolled up from where I walked and swirled around my face in the gentle breeze. It was hot and dry, but I ignored it. I was in a weird sort of mood today; one of those where you feel you just aren’t quite there. Everything passes by like a dream, and in the blink of an eye the sun is gone, and it's night once again.

The darkness always returns.

It gets cold in the savannah at night, but I’m okay because my parents taught me how to survive at a young age. Before they disappeared, I mean. I had gone to sleep one night, snuggled between my mother and father as the happiest cub alive, and when I awoke, all that was left was a tuft of my father’s fur, a scrap of weird material, and a few drops of crimson blood. I didn't know whose it was, whether it be my parents' blood, another animal's, or even a human's, and I always wondered until this day. Whoever took my parents did it quickly and quietly.

I’ve never been the same since.

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I’d always tell myself that I’d hunt for food today. Normally I’d go and try to do so, but every time I start tracking and hunting another creature, I had to stop myself.
I once killed an herbivore, some sort of deer creature that walked like it was extremely light on its feet, after a lengthy chase, and I just sat there, staring down at its blood as it pooled up in the savannah sand and dirt.
I blinked in hopes that it would go away. It was just food now.
There was no blood -
But that wasn’t the case at all.
This was another creature, laying here, chest still, no pulse. Dead.
What if it had a family?
What if it was a parent like mine were?

The deceased deer then morphed into my mother, lying on the ground, her beautiful golden fur matted with dirt, sand, and her own blood.
My eyes teared up at the sight.
“It’s not real,” I told myself.
Over and over, I tried to convince myself it wasn’t her, just a deer.
Each and every time, I walked away, stomach growling, sometimes for miles just to drink some water out of the water hole and gnaw on some savannah grass and berries. It's a wonder I've managed to survive till now.

I could never make the image go away.

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Every day I just keep walking, through the sand and dirt, past the savannah trees that hung their leaves lazily over anything that walked past them, giving little shade in the heat.
Past all the little lizards that scurried about the rocks, past the elephants that drank from the water hole with their mighty trunks.
Occasionally I ran into another wild cat like myself, and all we did was lower our heads and trot off from each other like we didn’t exist in the same world.
Sometimes I wondered if they knew about my parents, but none of them spoke to me.


One day I realized something different.
Something would change and this silent misery of a life would change into something better.
I had a talk with myself that day, and came to the conclusion,
“If my parents really did get killed that day they disappeared, it’s not like it was their fault. They must have tried to protect me, and succeeded somehow. I am alive because of their sacrifice.
If heaven really does exist, it’d be where the sun is, right?
High up in the sky, where nothing can get you anymore. Where your troubles can’t go because it’s just too far. Somewhere where it’s warm, everyone is happy and healthy, and even better, where everyone is together."

My name is Nautica, and I will make it to the sun one day.

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Story by FearlessShadow
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