TGB: It's not your fault love...

"You didn't know.. You didn't know."

He sits in his cell,
And he lays on his bed.
Covers his head and closes his eyes.
He sees a smoking gun,
And the coward he ran.
And in his arms is the bleeding,
Love of his life.

And she cries,
Kiss it all better,
I'm not ready to go.
It's not your fault love,
You didn't know, you didn't know.

Her hands are so cold,
And he kisses her face.
And says everything will be all right.
He noticed the gun,
And his rage grew inside.
He said I'll avenge my lover tonight.

And she cried,
Kiss it all better,
I'm not ready to go.
It's not your fault love,
you didn't know, you didn't know.

Now he sits behind prison bars,
25 to life and she's not in his arms.
He couldn't bring her back with a bullet to the heart,
Of the back of a man and tore his world apart.

He holds onto a memory,
All it is, is a memory...

Lyrics from Kiss it all better - By He is We [link]



So I decided that my original and much loved kitty Nimbus needed some love. By that I mean some decent art work showing that I still love him and that he isn't forgotten. Sort of.

Really I feel bad for him, since he started as a curious little kit, with big dreams of being the leader of air tribe. He had to deal with having a distant mentor who never really taught him much and having few friends through his apprenticeship. However it wasn't all bad, since he grew a close bond with a certain pink-air named Forte, a young white bone-crafter apprentice who always seemed to be around when he wanted adventure. They had many fun times together, in all weather and territories, she even saved him from drowning after a fight with a scarily big fish. It was about the time they became adolescents when Forte confessed her love for him, and he admitted his own crush for her in the forests of neutral territory.

Around this time Nimbus also became best friends with a green-air named Ordelis, an old scarred tom who really had a soft side for the young lynx point. Once Nimbus became an adult, they soul-bonded and everything seemed to be going well. He had a soul-bond, a mate and a peaceful life. He soon lost his ambition to be leader though, and felt his best place was just to be a loyal guard of air tribe, especially when his Soul-bond Ordelis was chosen as the deputy of Air-tribe.

Soon after becoming an adult, Forte announced that she was going to have kits, and gave birth to four healthy balls of fur. Three toms and a little she-kit.

However this is when things made their first turn for the worst in his life. One day when Nimbus was on patrol, he came back to camp to find one of his kits, a young Siamese tom with a cute stutter and out of place fang, had gone missing while Forte had been sleeping. Despite searching for days on end, the small kit was never found, the scent trail stopping in the middle of a grassy field with a lot of crushed grass. He was slowly convinced by other's of his tribe to stop searching and face that the young kit had joined the spirits. It certainly hurt the grey tom to of lost his first kit so early, and he became a little distant for a while, but recovered eventually and focused on his mates, friends and kits until the ceremony.

Where he then discovered that his 'lost' kit wasn't dead, but in fact safe and healthy, but accompanied by fire tribe, and being watched by a tan warrior and one of his close friends from fire tribe, Tzurai. Who was now also sporting a Silver-tattoo.
If it didn't shock him enough, after the young kit recieved his shadow tattoo, he talked to the tan warrior only to find that this tan warrior was Tzurai's mate, and by all looks had taken the kit, though the tan warrior said it was Nimbus's fault in the first place.

This deeply shook Nimbus, and he became distant again, not sure with how to cope with all that happened. The war had started and he was against one of his other kits who had gone to Earth tribe. His remaining son who had come with him to Air tribe also left air tribe to become a loner. He only had his mate and soul-bond to really support him.

Finally though, the worst happened to the already distressed tom. During the build up to the war, he found his white fluffy mate, Forte bleeding to death while her attacker ran away. He could only guess it was a cat from the Rebellion who had done it, but didn't care in the slightest.

His dear mate, who had been with him since the very beginning lay dying, and he could do nothing to prevent it. Nothing to help her. He had failed. In every way.
She died and the only cat Nimbus would talk to was Ordelis, and even then it was little.
He slowly got better over time, but he heard reports that his Earth tribe son had died, and that his Shadow tribe son had been scarred and banished by Aujir from the Alliance. His air tribe son returned, but he found he couldn't connect with the young grey cat like they had used to, after the young tom had missed so much. Just too much.

Really Nimbus has been tortured way too much. Typing that all out I can see why he might kill himself he so sad. :c

Hopefully when new people join I can cheer him up with some new company xD
Oh and well done if you read all that, you're epic lD and probably sad now.

Anyway sad picture is sad.
Nimbus is mine and Forte is 's

<3 <3

Finally, if you want to see just the plain line art and fur patterns without all the shading, background and colour overlays, here's a [link] -- I'm just linking this because I spent ages on Forte's markings and you can't even see them because of her spirit form <3

_{My gawd this is a long description. xD}