When Darkness Falls

This is a list of the most popularly viewed characters. Not all are listen, and as the story develops the list will change.
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• Spiderstep/Pepper - An abnormally tall black Bombay she-cat with striking yellow eyes. (Daughter of Vincent/Celia) {xxenigmaticxx}
• Vincent - A severe, vindictive slim black bombay tom bearing a toothed blue collar. (Father of Spiderstep) {No Username}
• Celia - A short, plumb brindle kittypet bombay with gorgeous green eyes. (Mother of Spiderstep) {No Username]
• Finn - a large, muscular brindle tom-kit with electric blue eyes. (Brother of Lily} {No Username}
• Lily - A petite, fluffy brown and white spotted she-kit with soft blue eyes, similar to her brother's. (Sister of Finn)' {No Username}
Visuals
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spider.jpg|Spiderstep
celia.jpg|Celia
degn.jpg|Vincent
fijn|Finn
cats-kitten-looking-hummingbird-beauty-nature-birds-cats-wpim-background-pictures.jpg|Lily
Things change.
Mostly when you least expect it to. Lies become the truth. We watch the legends we were told as kits become a shocking reality. And quite honestly it takes us and changes us and doesn't always turn out how we want it to. I can definitely relate.
My story is probably what you'd assume tragic but I'd prefer another word. An uplifting. An 
experience that changed me for better and worse and toughened me up early on. Listen closely fellow ones, it might just change you too.
"Mom! Mother, come look!" I exclaimed, clumsily scrambling across the low-cropped, dew-swept lawn, which was bathed in amber morning sun rays. It was my first time every setting paw on the grass The first few moons of my life I'd spent in an old, slightly worn-down house. Despite its unappealing features, it was a very cozy place for a cat. The tag on my collar jingled as it smacked against the ring it hung on as I attempted squeezing my head through a hold in the fence. "I said, look!" I cried impatiently. Celia, looking overwrought, quietly stepped up to me, and in her elegant accent unlike mine she replied gently "Pepper, dear you mustn't be so loud..." Celia's ears flattened to her crown. "But mom, look, its a big box with housefolk in its belly..."
"It's a car," said Celia, gently prying me from the fence. "They carry two-legs around." My golden eyes were wide with excitement. I turned to my mom, grinning widely. In a swift movement I was bounding off again, exploring everything from bushes and brambles to a looming Oak tree, all the way to the point I was getting slightly bored. And lonely. And so, once my excitement ceased, I heaved myself onto the fence post and gazed into the distance.
It wasn't too long before Celia propped up beside me, and we stared together for a moment. We turned to each other, my curious yellow eyes meeting her troubled green ones. "Mom," I started. "I wish I had brothers and sisters. Like the other kits. I don't understand why they are so unhappy about it..." My voice trailed off. "Pep, you are a unique kit. I'm sure another kit would we willing to talk to you." Celia forced a smile, though something about it said that she really meant it. "Kits are close by," she added. I can speak with their mother-" "Oh you would?" I cut her off straightening my posture a little bit with excitement. Celia only nodded.
"I still want someone to play with" I meowed irritably. Celia's fragile frame shifted uncomfortably. 'Yea. Me too." And they say silently, leaning on each other, continuing their peaceful observation of the radiant sunset.
I was perched on the window sill as rain violently batted at the glass. I looked up at the stormy sky, breathing a heavy sigh.
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