Isabella Thorn

Isabella walked with Moonlight her horse. The only reason she was going this way was to get some peace from her half sister. Isabella hated it when Dawn kept trying to get her to 'remember' as she puts it. It never works, and Bell had already begun to think it was all fake. She trailed off as she moved to grab the horse’s rein, and lead her to the side a little more to get some water from the river. It wasn't long till she was done, and Isabella brought her back to saddle her up.

"Guess we'd better start heading back soon girl."

With a sigh she kicked a lump of mud with her boots. The saddest part of the whole remembering thing was the only thing she remembered was Dawn being her sister, and she hated her for some reason. She didn't know why, she never knew, nor was she going to ask. Looking to the mare beside her, she stopped to reach into the saddle bag, that she had dropped to the side, to get a curry comb out. Then with even strokes she began to comb the very light grey mare's coat. So light it appeared silver in moonlight. For awhile she brushed Moonlight, simply to get rid of some of her anger. Although she did keep a look out for trouble. Living here for awhile had taught her to always be on her guard. She had a shot gun in the saddle bag incase of danger. Once she was done grooming the equine, she fed her a sugar cube, laughing softly as the mare bumped her hand for more. She gently reprimanded her.

"No more, only 1 till we get back."

Isabella leaned slightly against the animal, feeling comfortable by the familiar presence. "Why can't I remember anything, girl? It'd be so easier if I could. Then maybe I'd know the truth..."

John Doe

John was surely not much different from Isabella. John remembered nothing of his life except for the fact that he loved cats. That was all he remembered. He didn't even remember his own name. The doctors who took him in after he was found bloodied, beaten and left for dead by his parents - they just called him "John Doe" because not even he remembered his own name. But as far as he knew, that was his name.

He had woken up a few weeks ago with Felis the cat rubbing on him before he was taken to the hospital. Soon, more cats had found their way to him. Mimi, Buddy, Juliet and Vegas joined Felis in that hole in John's heart. Currently the 18 year old kid was wandering around with the cats following him. He had found his way here, and perhaps by fate, he noticed Isabella. He had heard her speaking, and slowly he walked forward. There was a long silence before he spoke. "It is a small world, isn't it? Is there nothing that does not have many equals across the world?" He sounded kind and caring, and his soft brown eyes complimented that. "I'm John Doe. I mean, I'm not, but..." There was a pause. "...well, I'm sure you understand, ma'am."
As John was speaking, the cats were gathered around his heels. It was Mimi who first stepped forward. The tortoiseshell cat was large, what one might call "buff" - not really fat, just stocky. Her teeny tiny paws betrayed her overall weight; many had called them "nail feet."
Mimi had the scent of fish on her breath; she could never pass up a nice, plump fish. Of course, she stole it from a raccoon. Not much easier than catching it for herself, really. She looked up at Isabella with her golden moon-eyes. She opened her bright pink mouth in a loud meow. She often woke people up with that loud-mouth pirate-voice. But that was only because she wanted somebody to be with her. She often got lonely and craved attention from humans, other cats, and even dogs.

Swans
Swans
Swans sing songs
All night long
Who knew how warm the islands were
While the frogs look on
It's what the birds prefer
And it's still warm after the sun has gone

I woke up thirsty the day I died
And the tide was swirling
My mouth is so dry
And all I see is sea
Two shining seas

Swans
Swans
Swans sing songs
All night long
Who knew how warm the islands would be
And who knew just how much
The sky covers me
It makes you forget what it means to be free

I climbed into the blowhole
In the ribs I found you
With a wick we lit a flame
Now look at the smoke that it blew
The mouth is so wide
Yet all I see is sea
And azure sky
A little wave and ebb tide

Rivers leak
Salt seeps in
Heals wounds
Winds pry apart
Rivers leak
Salt seeps in
Heals wounds
Winds pry apart
Rivers leak
Salt seeps in
Heals wounds
Winds pry apart

Swans
Swans
Swans sung songs
Till the morning dawned on us
And the sun-smudged peach moon still hung loose

Bones
Bones
Bones
Grown homes
With the sparrows in the trees we leave them for
They love the marrow

I'm thankful for my life
I'm thankful for my life

Isabella Thorn

So lost in her thoughts, it wasn't till the stranger was only a few feet away before she realized he was there. Turning she watched him, wondering what he wanted. The silence stretched for a while, Bella refusing to break it. She didn't know this man, and caution had always been her friend. His words were confusing at first, but she soon picked up on what he was saying. He had forgotten too she thought giving him a small smile. Looking to the tortoiseshell Mimi as she came forward, Isabella held out a hand, bending down slightly, to the cat to see if Mimi would let Isabella pet her. A eye was also kept on John incase he didn't want her to pet the feline. It was a moment before she spoke, in a soft voice. She stood back up whether the cat let her pet her or not.

"Yeah, I do. I'm Isabella Thorn, and the only reason I know my real name is because of my half sister, the one I remember at least...It's complicated, if you know what I mean."

She didn't know why she told him the extra bit, but she felt like she could trust him. He seemed like the nice, honest kind of guy. She found herself looking into his brown eyes, wondering why he would stop to talk to her. He didn't know her, but perhaps it was because they shared the same problem. Oh well, so far she didn't find herself regretting it, but only time would tell her if she would or not. Perhaps she could make a friend out of John Doe.

John Doe

Mimi lifted her front end off the ground a bit to shove her dainty head into Isabella's hand to get the girl to pet her. Mimi loved attention. She was purring very faintly; Isabella might not be able to hear her unless she got her ear really close, but she could probably feel the slight rumbling on her sides, chest and back. Of course, when she meowed while she was purring, it came out kind of chirpy. And she was definitely meowing. Very loudly, almost yelling if a cat could yell.

"She's a friendly cat, isn't she? Her name is Mimi. You can pet her all you want; she loves it." John said to Isabella, smiling first at her and then down at the cat. The other cats stayed around him; they weren't quite as outgoing as Mimi. "It's good to meet you, Isabella." He bowed slightly to the woman, always polite. He figured that he had been polite before the accident - whatever it was - but there was no way he could be sure. "Yes, I know exactly what you mean. It's just so depressing, isn't it? --I mean, you have to know who you are to discover your place in this world. Do you feel the same way, or is it just me?" It might also be obvious that he had no home; he looked starving and emaciated, and he was also quite dirty, as well as with tattered clothes and shaggy hair. She had absolutely no supplies with him, and so far, nobody wanted to help him. Maybe Isabella would put him in the right direction.

Isabella Thorn

Isabella couldn't help but smile at the way the cat tried to get attention from her. It was cute, and Isabella always loved animals. She looked to the guy as he spoke to her, and she couldn't help but return the smile he gave. "Real friendly. Hi Mimi." She said wondering if the cat would recognize her name. A glance was given to the other cats by John, but otherwise she didn’t bother them. It seemed they weren’t as outgoing at the tortoiseshell. She looked back to the man in front of her, speaking softly. "It's nice to meet you too John." At his bow, she couldn't help but visibly relax, feeling no threat at all. His next words caused her to pause as she thought for a moment before answering. "Depressing? Yes, I suppose, if you don't know what's true or not. It can be frustrating too, at least for me. So, no I don't think it's just you..." She trailed off letting him fill in any words. That's when she got a good look of him, other than his face. A raised eyebrow was the only thing it got, but she had already made up her mind. Her next words were tentative, but firm in a female way. "You can come back to my place and clean up and get some food. If you need a place, you can use one of my spare bedrooms.” Her face and slight smile was genuine as she waited for a reply. Perhaps she was being front, but from the looks of it John needed help.