screeem i love this boi ^^ but everyone else's drawings of this lil coffee bean are so much better crii better quality: https://i.imgur.com/xMVTCFf.png name || sam(uel) / max / eli - still deciding, help??? gender || male personality || sweet, daring, talkative, friendly loves || light blue, semi-cloudy days, warmth, games hates || mean people/cats, ice, bright yellow weaknesses || protective, over-generous, anger can be easily invoked by being rude backstory/other || his parents worked in a factory and didn't earn too much money, but he loved them. he wanted to work in the factory, too, when he grew up, for the two owners were kind. then, one day, the factory caught on fire. half the workers died, including his father and the owners. only one worker was left unscathed, for he was on the bottom floor when the fire started. his mother had brutal wounds that would leave scars, and her mind was affected by the fire. she was not able to be his guardian because of her condition. sam/max/eli was young at the time and couldn't fully understand why he was taken to a new home. for many, many moons, his foster parents could sometimes hear him murmuring, "mama, mama" as he fitfully slept. eventually, he passed the phase and returned to the friendly cat he once was. one day, years later, he heard that his mother was getting much better. he visited as soon as possible, but when he got there, the doctors told him that the recovery was just a short cover for near death. he sobbed the whole night, the next day, when he saw her, his mother was pale with fever and shaking uncontrollably. he sat with her for over half a day, trying his best to calm her. then, suddenly, she stilled. he jumped up, thinking she was dead, until he heard the slow breathing coming from her. his mother weakly opened her eyes and blinked. "s-s-son," she whispered. "p-please take my..." she took another breath. "yes?" he said, tears wetting his fur. she slowly motioned to her bandana, her blue-and-white striped bandana that she had never taken off for his whole life. more water clung to his eyes, and he gently took it off her. "pu-put i-t on." he tied the bandana around his neck. his mother put her paw on him, and closed her eyes. "th-an-nk you." she went to sleep, never to wake up again. music || emil chau peng you - music box version river flows in you - music box version
