Simmer_849
Legacy Name: Simmer_849

As you take an evening stroll, the temperature drops as the sun's last rays of light slowly ebb away. Your breath curls into a small white cloud and disappears into the night, a shiver rolling down your spine as you stop. A graveyard lays in front of you, a light fog snakes around it's many tombstones, the grass uneven with random hills and lumps. Spider webs drape the stones, as well as the broken gate entrance. Your curiosity drowns your common sense, and you walk towards the entrance. Pushing gently against the gate entrance, it squeaks open. The light of a half moon shades the scene in a silver, your gaze sifting through the graveyard...your breath catches in your throat- you see something moving ahead. It slowly stalks toward you, hiding itself in the darkest of shadows, but you know it's there.

You turn to run- but there sitting on the gate is a small green cat. Rubbing your eyes, you find yourself confused-is this real? The green cat stopped licking it's paw, turning it's icy gaze towards you, it's face is scarred and eyes are a pupiless white. It's tail flicks in annoyance, the tip is shredded with the bone exposed. With a yawn, the cat jumps down and walks towards you. It's matted green fur clings to it's small bony frame, ribs pricking its fur with the backbone visible, and bits of bone exposed all over it's body. It's whiskers twitch as it stops in front of you, staring up at you patiently-jaws parting in a small greeting mew. Not responding, the cat brushes against your leg, then walks a few paces away, staring over it's shoulder at you and beckoning with it's tail. Hesitantly, you follow. Stepping over the lumps in the ground (hoping their not someone's body), you stop as you gaze around- the small green cat is perched on a small tombstone set in the corner. You kneel down as the cat paws at the tombstone while murmuring a few meows, it's blank gaze rests behind you as you brush the dust off the tombstone to read-
'Here lies a beloved cat named Zoe, who died in a forest fire. (March 11, 1919- August 16, 1924)'.
"Zoe?" you whisper, and the cat instantly straightens up, staring at you with what seems a small smile with whiskers twitching in reply.
A sudden chill races down your back as you hear a small crackling sound, slowly turning, a few paces ahead you make out the dark figure you had seen before. A hiss and the creature steps into the light, an orange and black cat with blue flames rising from it's paws and engulfing it's thrashing tail. Small black bat-like wings are flared out to the side, with it's lips pulled back to bared teeth. You find yourself stumbling backwards- trying to escape.
"What are you doing here?" the orange cat growls. Dumbfounded, you glance around, wondering where the voice had come from. Certainly not from that orange cat?
"I said what are you doing here!" the cat demanded. The blue flames burned brighter while the grass screeched underneath the cats paws, slowly curling into ashes.
"I-I..."
"Answer! Human!" the cat roared, stepping closer, it's furious blue gaze nearly searing your skin.
Zoe, the green cat, then jumped down from her tombstone. The small green cat pranced towards the larger cat and brushed against it's leg, letting her tail trail along the larger cat's flank. Then stopping to turn around and sit in front of the larger cat, mewing cheerfully. The orange cat looks confused, and then, questioning, uttering meows back here and there. After a few moments, the orange cat's gaze flickers back up towards you.
"Zoe says your no harm,...." the orange cat says before staring at you long and hard, "..I guess I'll trust her on this one.." it murmurs, twitching it's whiskers.
You blink in awe, still wondering how this orange cat could possibly talk.
"How did you get here, human? Did you get lost? Can't find your way? Your lucky Zoe found you first, or else I would of had you as soon as you walked in."
"Err...y-yeah I was just going for a walk...but umm..how....how can you talk?" you stutter, contemplating whether you are still sane.
"Don't worry about that..." the orange cat replies, the blue flames beginning to smolder, and it's eyes turning from a blue to a green. "Do you even know where you are?
You shrug.
"Well, I guess I had better welcome you to the "Lost and Forgotten Graveyard". I am not sure it is actually what it's called...but it sure is lost and forgotten. You see, there use to be a small village here, with many animals and humans. About 83 years ago, a forest fire broke out...and it wiped out many of the humans...and animals..." the she-cat's gaze quickly flickered towards Zoe, who had been laying down pawing at her own tail.
"Umm....what caused the fire?" you ask suddenly.
The orange she-cat glares at you momentarily before her gaze softens."Simmer, caused it."
"Simmer?" you repeat.
"Yes, me. I caused it."

Name: Simmer
Alias: Sim
Age: Unknown- Around 86 years old (Immortal)
Gender: Female
Roleplay: OPEN! smail Foxkill!
Personality: Cold, blunt, rude, feisty, unenthusiastic, hostile, sour, stubborn, vicious, cross, edgy, hasty, snappy, anti-social, lonely, dwelling.