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Name: Wendy Kendall
Age: 16
Date of Birth: 1/25
Height: 5'-6-3/4"
Weight: 109 lbs.
Wendy Kendall is what most people would think of when you say "nekomimi". She is slow to understand, even slower to comprehend, she is the epitome of mentally challenged. Gullible to a fault, with a slight lisp to her speech, Wendy is the typical mold most people associate with The Nekomimi. The only major difference between her and the rest of her races short bus members is her poor eyesight, which she has had since she was a kitten. Her spectacles are about the only thing keeping her from running straight unto lampposts. But beneath the empty eyes and vacant smile is heart of gold and loyal soul. This might be why she has latched onto Nokoa Yuiko, despite the fact that Yuiko is multiples of ten smarter then Wendy, in another school on The Big Island, and happens to ride a bus almost as small as a mini-van and against the Nekomimis propensity to regard each other with deep distrust. And Yuiko cares for her equally as well, keeping her from falling prey to child molesters, sexual predators, and the occasional scam artist. Is it no wonder Wendy keeps calling Yuiko "Big Sister." For all intents and purposes, Yuiko is as close to being a big sister to Wendy as the rest of her sisters happen to be...
:Another character from the world of "Nekomimi ☼ No ☼ Kagami".

Yuiko was walking home alone today. Kagami, her owner, was having hockey practice this afternoon. Seeing as Yuiko didn't have her drivers license yet, she was walking back to the ferry. Yuiko resided on another island in the Archipelago, Lanai. Honolulu was a nice place, but severely overcrowded. There was no way a family of six was going to it in a two bedroom apartment. With rent rising skyward and land prices in the astronomical range, the Nokoa Family couldn't afford a place on The Big Island. How they were able to afford a private high school, only Hiro and Chitose, Kagmai's mother and father, knew.

So Yuiko is walking home. Half way to the ferry, Yuiko passes a small park. It's inviting, with all the trees and the little stream she could hear plying it's way through the middle of its exapnse- it was as close to Heaven as Yuiko could think of. As she continued on, she also noticed another noise. It sounded a lot like laughter… Someone playing, maybe? Yuiko didn't know. Still, the laughter was becoming infectious. She wanted to tarry here to learn the source of the hilarity, but the ferry was to leave in another half hour and Yuiko believed she would need the whole thirty minutes to reach the dock the ferry waited at. She pressed on, a little disappointed that she wouldn't get a chance to play. Then, over a slight rise in the landscape, she saw a little girl. No, scratch that, not a little girl. A BIG girl, playing with something in the air. The closer Yuiko got, the more details she could make out. This wasn't any big girl, but this girl was a nekomimi, another cat girl. Yuiko was now thoroughly excited at the prospect of meeting another of species. She raced forward, not knowing how she would speak to this girl.

When she was well within speaking distance, she stopped. The girl, a black-stripped tabby nekomimi, was leaping about. Her school uniform was not one Yuiko recognized. She was nearly as tall as Yuiko, but her hair was a dull brown in color, her eyes golden, and she seemed thoroughly engrossed in the dancing butterflies she was trying to catch. Still, it wasn't everyday she saw another cat girl. Yuiko closed the gap between her and The Tabby and tried to hail her.

“Moshi moshi!” Yuiko beamed.

The girl continued playing with the butterflies.

“Moshi moshi!!” Yuiko called out again.

Again, The Tabby ignored her. Yuiko was flustered. Even those whose first language wasn't Japanese could tell she was greeting them when she said that. This girl, though, was totally oblivious to her. This was the first time anyone was oblivious to her presence. Yuiko was not taking this well. Disappointment was settling over her when The Tabby fell on her ass. What surprised Yuiko more than anything was how awfully The Tabby started crying. The only way she could describe it would be a little kid falling down and scraping their knee. Could this cat girl be so naïve and be so old?

Instinctively, Yuiko came to The Tabby's aid, She knelt down by her side, using soothing words (only the words were in a language no one, not even her beloved Kagi-sama would recognize) to assuage the girls sorrow, then set to work on bandaging the minor scrape she had. Again, Yuiko ahd the sense that this girl was not like her, not in the least. When she finished with the bandaging, she tried once again to affirm the girl was okay. But but for some reason, her words to did not work so well…

“Mama! I want my Mama!”

“Shh, shh, you're okay. You just have a little scrape.” Yuiko says.

“Huh?”

“Look at your knee.”

The Tabby looks and a curious expression crosses her face.

“How did-?”

“You'll be okay, Yuiko is here.”

“Yuiko?”

“Yep, that's me! I'm Nokoa Yuiko; who are you?”

“Oh, oh, I know this-!” The Tabby says excitedly, “I'm Wendy!”

“Okay, Wendy, I bandaged your knee and you should be okay now.”

“Oh, wow! You did this, No-kay-oh-ah?”

Yuiko giggles and then corrects Wendy, saying, “Nokoa is my last name. My first name is Yuiko.”

“You-ick-oh?”

“Close enough.”

Giggling, Wendy then asks, “Are you playing with the butterflies, too?”

“No, actually, I'm on my way home.”

“Home?” Wendy asks, then she shouts, “HOME!”

Startled, Yuiko stumbles back. Wendy's rather excited response to “home” took her aback. Yuiko didn't know why Wendy was so agitated. Then she sees Wendy surveying the area, a look of fright wracking her features.

“Oh, no, oh no, I can't find it. I CAN'T FIND IT!”

“What are you looking for, Wendy?”

“My backpack, MY BACKPACK! Mama told me I needed to take extra special care of it. Mama says to me, 'Wendy, you keep your backpack with you all the time. Can you do that, Honey Bunch?' And now I lost it!!”

“Well,” ponders Yuiko, “do you remember where you put it last?”

“Um,” Wendy thinks, “I remember having it when I came to the park… I was chasing the butterflies… I got caught on something and I pulled and pulled and pulled and finally got free… and I chased the butterflies some more…”

“Hmm,” Yuiko muses, “Maybe you dropped it amongst the trees…?”

Wendy looks confused until Yuiko motions for her to follow. They traipse through the thin foliage that makes up the parks flora. Yuiko searches the ground and branches for any sign of Wendy's backpack. She also employs her nose, having already gained Wendy's scent, and finds a wispy trail of her cinnamon and rosemary odor within the low lying palms. They track the scent, Wendy getting more confused by the second. Then Yuiko sees a bright yellow bag on the ground no more than ten feet from her. She leaps towards it and fishes it from the fronds of low lying palm trees.

Bringing the egg yolk yellow bag to eye level, Yuiko asks, “Is this yours Wendy?”

Wendy’s face lights into a thankful grin and she too leaps onto the backpack.

“You found it, YOU FOUND IT!”

Taking Yuiko into a sweeping embrace, Wendy lets loose a new storm of tears. These are not of pain or loss but of joy. Yuiko is happy that her new friend is so happy. She is still getting the sense that Wendy is a few cans short of a six pack. That's when Yuiko hears the rumble of a large motor idling nearby. There is the sound of a car door opening and closing and then a voice…

“WENDY? WENDY?!”

Wendy gasps and elatedly shouts, “Mama!”

Dragged along like a rag-doll, Yuiko stumbles after Wendy as the latter pushes her way back to the road. They crash through a veritable wall of vegetation then push out into the street. Waiting there is a battered and rusted Subaru, painted a decidedly horrible shade of green. Standing in front of the Subaru is a woman, at least forty to forty-five years old. Her her is a mousy brown, her eyes are a cloudy hazel, and her face is streaked by worry lines. At the sight of Wendy smashing through the brush, her face lights up in surprise and relief. Wendy falls into the older woman's arms and the two embrace lovingly. The older woman nuzzles Wendy's face with her own and brushes her hair with an absentminded hand.

“Wendy, oh, Wendy! I thought you were taken…!”

“I was playing with butterflies! I fell down and hurt my knee. And then my new friend and I found my backpack!”

“You have a new friend?”

“Yeah! Her name is You-ick-oh and she's a kitty, too!”

“Hello!” Yuiko says with a bow, “I am Nokoa Yuiko!”

“Oh, hello!” the woman replies, “I'm Jamie Kendall.”

“A pleasure to meet you, “Kendall Jamie-san!”

“Oh, aren't you a polite one?” Ms. Kendall says.

“Hai! My owner, Kagami, taught me to be polite to my elders.”

“Well, then, you're Kagami is a smart man.”

“Yes, he is! Kagi-sama is also very nice.”

“Oh, I bet he is. Would he have a brother?”

“Kagi-sama?” Yuiko asks, “He does, but he's only in the fifth grade.”

“Fifth grade?” Ms. Kendall queries, “Just how old is you Kagi-sama?”

“Kagi-sama is sixteen!”

“Oh,” ms. Kendall says, then sotto voce, “If only I were twenty years younger…”

Then Yuiko realizes the time.

“Oh no! I should have been at the ferry ten minutes ago!”

“You take the ferry?” Ms Kendall asks, “You don't live on Honolulu?”

“No, my home is on Lanai. Oh no! The next ferry isn't going to be another ferry for at least two hours! Kagi-sama is gonna be so mad…”

“Well, I think you still have a few minutes before the ferry leaves for Lanai, right?”

“Ms. Kendall, you don't understand. The ferry doesn't go directly to Lanai. It stops off on some of the smaller islands before it makes its way to Lanai.”

“You mean there isn't a ferry that goes directly to Lanai?”

“Uh,” Yuiko started, “actually, I don't know. I've never seen one but I guess there might be one…”

“Well, if I give you a ride to the port, could you still make it?”

“I think so!”

“Well, come on! The port is only a five minute ride from here.”

Yuiko accepts the ride, and in under five minutes (Ms. Kendall has something of a lead foot), Yuiko is in line for a ferry ride from Honolulu to Lanai. Over the next few weeks, Yuiko and Wendy become fast friends. Even though Wendy isn't the brightest bulb in the chandler (a typical expectation of an anthromorph ith a domesticated animal as part of its genetic makeup) she was always cheerful. The two would have many a sleepover, often times inviting many of their respective friends. Eventually, Wendy transfers from Honolulu High to Emory Private on scholarship. This way, Yuiko and Wendy can spend more time together.

Description

Name: Wendy Kendall
Age: 16
Date of Birth: 1/25
Height: 5'-6-3/4"
Weight: 109 lbs.
Wendy Kendall is what most people would think of when you say "nekomimi". She is slow to understand, even slower to comprehend, she is the epitome of mentally challenged. Gullible to a fault, with a slight lisp to her speech, Wendy is the typical mold most people associate with The Nekomimi. The only major difference between her and the rest of her races short bus members is her poor eyesight, which she has had since she was a kitten. Her spectacles are about the only thing keeping her from running straight unto lampposts. But beneath the empty eyes and vacant smile is heart of gold and loyal soul. This might be why she has latched onto Nokoa Yuiko, despite the fact that Yuiko is multiples of ten smarter then Wendy, in another school on The Big Island, and happens to ride a bus almost as small as a mini-van and against the Nekomimis propensity to regard each other with deep distrust. And Yuiko cares for her equally as well, keeping her from falling prey to child molesters, sexual predators, and the occasional scam artist. Is it no wonder Wendy keeps calling Yuiko "Big Sister." For all intents and purposes, Yuiko is as close to being a big sister to Wendy as the rest of her sisters happen to be...
:Another character from the world of "Nekomimi ☼ No ☼ Kagami".

Yuiko was walking home alone today. Kagami, her owner, was having hockey practice this afternoon. Seeing as Yuiko didn't have her drivers license yet, she was walking back to the ferry. Yuiko resided on another island in the Archipelago, Lanai. Honolulu was a nice place, but severely overcrowded. There was no way a family of six was going to it in a two bedroom apartment. With rent rising skyward and land prices in the astronomical range, the Nokoa Family couldn't afford a place on The Big Island. How they were able to afford a private high school, only Hiro and Chitose, Kagmai's mother and father, knew.

So Yuiko is walking home. Half way to the ferry, Yuiko passes a small park. It's inviting, with all the trees and the little stream she could hear plying it's way through the middle of its exapnse- it was as close to Heaven as Yuiko could think of. As she continued on, she also noticed another noise. It sounded a lot like laughter… Someone playing, maybe? Yuiko didn't know. Still, the laughter was becoming infectious. She wanted to tarry here to learn the source of the hilarity, but the ferry was to leave in another half hour and Yuiko believed she would need the whole thirty minutes to reach the dock the ferry waited at. She pressed on, a little disappointed that she wouldn't get a chance to play. Then, over a slight rise in the landscape, she saw a little girl. No, scratch that, not a little girl. A BIG girl, playing with something in the air. The closer Yuiko got, the more details she could make out. This wasn't any big girl, but this girl was a nekomimi, another cat girl. Yuiko was now thoroughly excited at the prospect of meeting another of species. She raced forward, not knowing how she would speak to this girl.

When she was well within speaking distance, she stopped. The girl, a black-stripped tabby nekomimi, was leaping about. Her school uniform was not one Yuiko recognized. She was nearly as tall as Yuiko, but her hair was a dull brown in color, her eyes golden, and she seemed thoroughly engrossed in the dancing butterflies she was trying to catch. Still, it wasn't everyday she saw another cat girl. Yuiko closed the gap between her and The Tabby and tried to hail her.

“Moshi moshi!” Yuiko beamed.

The girl continued playing with the butterflies.

“Moshi moshi!!” Yuiko called out again.

Again, The Tabby ignored her. Yuiko was flustered. Even those whose first language wasn't Japanese could tell she was greeting them when she said that. This girl, though, was totally oblivious to her. This was the first time anyone was oblivious to her presence. Yuiko was not taking this well. Disappointment was settling over her when The Tabby fell on her ass. What surprised Yuiko more than anything was how awfully The Tabby started crying. The only way she could describe it would be a little kid falling down and scraping their knee. Could this cat girl be so naïve and be so old?

Instinctively, Yuiko came to The Tabby's aid, She knelt down by her side, using soothing words (only the words were in a language no one, not even her beloved Kagi-sama would recognize) to assuage the girls sorrow, then set to work on bandaging the minor scrape she had. Again, Yuiko ahd the sense that this girl was not like her, not in the least. When she finished with the bandaging, she tried once again to affirm the girl was okay. But but for some reason, her words to did not work so well…

“Mama! I want my Mama!”

“Shh, shh, you're okay. You just have a little scrape.” Yuiko says.

“Huh?”

“Look at your knee.”

The Tabby looks and a curious expression crosses her face.

“How did-?”

“You'll be okay, Yuiko is here.”

“Yuiko?”

“Yep, that's me! I'm Nokoa Yuiko; who are you?”

“Oh, oh, I know this-!” The Tabby says excitedly, “I'm Wendy!”

“Okay, Wendy, I bandaged your knee and you should be okay now.”

“Oh, wow! You did this, No-kay-oh-ah?”

Yuiko giggles and then corrects Wendy, saying, “Nokoa is my last name. My first name is Yuiko.”

“You-ick-oh?”

“Close enough.”

Giggling, Wendy then asks, “Are you playing with the butterflies, too?”

“No, actually, I'm on my way home.”

“Home?” Wendy asks, then she shouts, “HOME!”

Startled, Yuiko stumbles back. Wendy's rather excited response to “home” took her aback. Yuiko didn't know why Wendy was so agitated. Then she sees Wendy surveying the area, a look of fright wracking her features.

“Oh, no, oh no, I can't find it. I CAN'T FIND IT!”

“What are you looking for, Wendy?”

“My backpack, MY BACKPACK! Mama told me I needed to take extra special care of it. Mama says to me, 'Wendy, you keep your backpack with you all the time. Can you do that, Honey Bunch?' And now I lost it!!”

“Well,” ponders Yuiko, “do you remember where you put it last?”

“Um,” Wendy thinks, “I remember having it when I came to the park… I was chasing the butterflies… I got caught on something and I pulled and pulled and pulled and finally got free… and I chased the butterflies some more…”

“Hmm,” Yuiko muses, “Maybe you dropped it amongst the trees…?”

Wendy looks confused until Yuiko motions for her to follow. They traipse through the thin foliage that makes up the parks flora. Yuiko searches the ground and branches for any sign of Wendy's backpack. She also employs her nose, having already gained Wendy's scent, and finds a wispy trail of her cinnamon and rosemary odor within the low lying palms. They track the scent, Wendy getting more confused by the second. Then Yuiko sees a bright yellow bag on the ground no more than ten feet from her. She leaps towards it and fishes it from the fronds of low lying palm trees.

Bringing the egg yolk yellow bag to eye level, Yuiko asks, “Is this yours Wendy?”

Wendy’s face lights into a thankful grin and she too leaps onto the backpack.

“You found it, YOU FOUND IT!”

Taking Yuiko into a sweeping embrace, Wendy lets loose a new storm of tears. These are not of pain or loss but of joy. Yuiko is happy that her new friend is so happy. She is still getting the sense that Wendy is a few cans short of a six pack. That's when Yuiko hears the rumble of a large motor idling nearby. There is the sound of a car door opening and closing and then a voice…

“WENDY? WENDY?!”

Wendy gasps and elatedly shouts, “Mama!”

Dragged along like a rag-doll, Yuiko stumbles after Wendy as the latter pushes her way back to the road. They crash through a veritable wall of vegetation then push out into the street. Waiting there is a battered and rusted Subaru, painted a decidedly horrible shade of green. Standing in front of the Subaru is a woman, at least forty to forty-five years old. Her her is a mousy brown, her eyes are a cloudy hazel, and her face is streaked by worry lines. At the sight of Wendy smashing through the brush, her face lights up in surprise and relief. Wendy falls into the older woman's arms and the two embrace lovingly. The older woman nuzzles Wendy's face with her own and brushes her hair with an absentminded hand.

“Wendy, oh, Wendy! I thought you were taken…!”

“I was playing with butterflies! I fell down and hurt my knee. And then my new friend and I found my backpack!”

“You have a new friend?”

“Yeah! Her name is You-ick-oh and she's a kitty, too!”

“Hello!” Yuiko says with a bow, “I am Nokoa Yuiko!”

“Oh, hello!” the woman replies, “I'm Jamie Kendall.”

“A pleasure to meet you, “Kendall Jamie-san!”

“Oh, aren't you a polite one?” Ms. Kendall says.

“Hai! My owner, Kagami, taught me to be polite to my elders.”

“Well, then, you're Kagami is a smart man.”

“Yes, he is! Kagi-sama is also very nice.”

“Oh, I bet he is. Would he have a brother?”

“Kagi-sama?” Yuiko asks, “He does, but he's only in the fifth grade.”

“Fifth grade?” Ms. Kendall queries, “Just how old is you Kagi-sama?”

“Kagi-sama is sixteen!”

“Oh,” ms. Kendall says, then sotto voce, “If only I were twenty years younger…”

Then Yuiko realizes the time.

“Oh no! I should have been at the ferry ten minutes ago!”

“You take the ferry?” Ms Kendall asks, “You don't live on Honolulu?”

“No, my home is on Lanai. Oh no! The next ferry isn't going to be another ferry for at least two hours! Kagi-sama is gonna be so mad…”

“Well, I think you still have a few minutes before the ferry leaves for Lanai, right?”

“Ms. Kendall, you don't understand. The ferry doesn't go directly to Lanai. It stops off on some of the smaller islands before it makes its way to Lanai.”

“You mean there isn't a ferry that goes directly to Lanai?”

“Uh,” Yuiko started, “actually, I don't know. I've never seen one but I guess there might be one…”

“Well, if I give you a ride to the port, could you still make it?”

“I think so!”

“Well, come on! The port is only a five minute ride from here.”

Yuiko accepts the ride, and in under five minutes (Ms. Kendall has something of a lead foot), Yuiko is in line for a ferry ride from Honolulu to Lanai. Over the next few weeks, Yuiko and Wendy become fast friends. Even though Wendy isn't the brightest bulb in the chandler (a typical expectation of an anthromorph ith a domesticated animal as part of its genetic makeup) she was always cheerful. The two would have many a sleepover, often times inviting many of their respective friends. Eventually, Wendy transfers from Honolulu High to Emory Private on scholarship. This way, Yuiko and Wendy can spend more time together.