Post by starling on Apr 15, 2014 0:18:27 GMT -6
starling
how long have I been in this storm? so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
the water's getting harder to tread with these waves crashing over my head
the water's getting harder to tread with these waves crashing over my head
solid black she-cat with glowing green eyes.
black as night is probably the best way to describe her as she is not one of those black cats that is actually just an extremely dark brown. there is no alteration in her fur coat, it is a solid black coat that helps her blend with the shadows and the night. starling has a rather lithe body, slender but well muscled. the she-cat has long legs and a long tail giving her the ability to run fast and also holds a decent balance. but aside from her lithe form anyone who took a look at her would think she was frail and incapable. hunting and running are her strong points out of the three as most cats are able to over power her but that is part of the reason why she needs the protection. she has brilliant green eyes that can only be described as the color of limes or the brightest green apples you've ever seen. she is still young in moons and so does not bear many scars, only a couple of minor ones which are strewn across her body.
it is during our darkest hours that we must choose to find the light.
Mint was a young mother, only about seventeen moons when she gave birth to her first litter. She was alone and terrified of the world - never having truly been alone. You see, Mint had been apart of a band with her family and traveled the lands with them for her entire life (quite literally as long as she could remember.) But she made a mistake and allowed the words of a tom to lure her in and soon she found herself pregnant but the tom who had done it was long gone and Mint was alone. In her time of need she turned to her family and was shunned and left alone for the next too moons. As her stomach grew larger it became harder for her to hunt and soon she was starving and exhausted, unable to hunt without alerting the prey. For the last two weeks she was forced to live off of crowfood which she only ate when the hunger pains were at their worst. When the kits were born they were all relatively small. The first and largest of the three was Tiger, he was healthy - all things considered - and showed no signs of ailment. The second was Acorn, who was born stillborn, and the third was Starling.
Starling had terrified her when she was born. Tiger had made a cry of life almost immediately the licking began but when she licked Starling all the little kit did was wiggle and make these strange raspy, gurgling sounds. She feared the worst as she continued to lick her smallest and weakest kit, but the kit did not die. Starling suckled and held on through the first night and continued to do so for much longer after. But it was at this time that Mint knew something was wrong. She was feeling ill and as the time passed it only seemed to grow worse. She could not leave her kits for very long and so hunting was not an option and so was forced to continue to eat crowfood. But she was falling ill from the diet and fading fast. It was a stormy night when she was finally forced to leave the comfort of her nest to try and find help, healthy prey. Anything. the she-cat had collapsed into the mud and laid there - had a high fever and nearly passed right there, but held on to the thought of her kits, knowing they would need her. it was a couple of hours and probably luck on her side that led Wren to Mint. He was a little younger than her, two moons to be almost exact and in her delirious state she tried to push him away, demand him to leave her alone and that she needed to get back to her kits. But after a lot of convincing, she agreed to take his help.
From that point on, Mint relied on Wren, he was there to help her and she was there to offer comfort and companionship. She had very little to offer but made sure that what she had went to Wren because she was so thankful for him saving her. Starling remembered a little from the beginning of when she could see and hear that her mother was sick but it passed by the time she was able to walk and move around. There was a cat in the den with them at all times, he called himself Wren. Mama explained that he wasn't their father but just a good friend that had helped her. Starling took a liking to Wren almost immediately and often found herself surrounded by his company (most of the time, instigated of course) to be around him. She looked up to him like a big brother and knew he wouldn't let any harm come her way though he never had to say it. Her time as a kit was rather quiet, simple. The way it was supposed to be but that was because she had not lost her mother to the fever that had tried so hard to take her away in the beginning.
At the age of five moons all the kits were taught to hunt by their mother. She made sure that each kit would be able to live on their own and even tried to teach them fighting moves (though let's be honest, she was no fighter). It was not til almost eleven moons that the kits were finally old enough to go their separate ways and say good-bye to their mother. Well, that was what Starling did anyway. Her brother, Tiger, stayed with his mother and helped to take care of her. Starling choose a different path. She traveled with Wren through the land in silence - the way she was destined to - and listened to his words. They even worked to perfect a way for her to try and talk to him through gestures and movements. Starling became more and more attached to her guardian as time went on and it got to the point for a while that she knew she wouldn't be able to leave his side. Time would only tell that it would be harder to live without the guidance and help from her friend and companion.
Ever since these two have been practically inseparable. Starling had a lot of trouble meeting other cats for obvious reasons. Though as she got older she grew more patient and wise. Wren taught her how to be compassionate through the act of kindness he did for her mother and since that moment she has been grateful because without him she wouldn't be alive right now either. Starling developed a certain hardness to her though. Most cats that they crossed paths with thought she was stupid and who could blame them? There were times when she herself thought she was stupid because she could not make any sort of sound (aside from a strange gurgle or scratchy sound when she did try). But even through the name calling, this little cat remained with her head held high and tried her hardest to make the other cats see that she is smart and is worth being on the earth. There are days when Starling thinks of her mother and brother and wonders how they are doing. While she knows she can just ask Wren if he would mind if they stopped in - she has always had a fear of asking for too much. She all ready knows she owes her life to Wren and so feels like she is obligated to stay with him, by his side.
News travels quickly through the loner lands though. there was word of these cats, large amounts of cats - groups of cats that were traveling through the land, attempting to find a new home for these things they called clans. Starling had never heard of them before and was a little surprised at the sound of them, thought they were strange and probably unlikely to be real - and if they were real, doubted they would work. Starling had no clan blood what-so-ever inside of her and if she did it was from many, many, many generations ago and could not be traced. Even so, she has thought about what these cats must be like and wonders if it is anything like the band that Mint used to be in. Honestly though, she knows that whatever happens next - whatever Wren decides to do - she will be right along side of him to do it. While Starling does not understand the concept of love - at least romantically, she does feel strong feelings for Wren. While she often tells herself it is the fact that he was right there raising her she has trouble believing it is just that.
black as night is probably the best way to describe her as she is not one of those black cats that is actually just an extremely dark brown. there is no alteration in her fur coat, it is a solid black coat that helps her blend with the shadows and the night. starling has a rather lithe body, slender but well muscled. the she-cat has long legs and a long tail giving her the ability to run fast and also holds a decent balance. but aside from her lithe form anyone who took a look at her would think she was frail and incapable. hunting and running are her strong points out of the three as most cats are able to over power her but that is part of the reason why she needs the protection. she has brilliant green eyes that can only be described as the color of limes or the brightest green apples you've ever seen. she is still young in moons and so does not bear many scars, only a couple of minor ones which are strewn across her body.
intelligent. optimistic. brave. compassionate. faithful. rational. patient.
gullible. dependent. boring. conservative. parsimonious. stubborn.
Most cat's don't realize it because she cannot speak, but she is actually quite intelligent. She have ideas and thoughts that work just as well if not better than what they are doing; the only problem she has is that she can't quite communicate them in a conventional sense. Starling is an extremely optimistic cat considering all that life has thrown her way and even though things just keep coming she continues to keep her head high and take everything. But like everyone else, no matter how optimistic, she too has limits. There is no question about her bravery whether it be in a fight or in day to day life. For instance, in a fight, Starling is quick on her feet, strong, powerful, graceful, and unnerved. In every day situations, she remains graceful, level headed, patient, and of course rational. Unlike most cats with an ailment, she is very compassionate to others like her. Mostly, when she meets a cat who needs help, regardless of how difficult it will be to help them, she does whatever she can and gives them every ounce of compassion she has in her body. Starling has always been one to give everything she has for another and worry about her own problems later. Finally, Starling is one of the most faithful cats one would ever meet. She is loyal to her family and friends and does whatever she can to help them in any way that she can. (She will also be extremely connected to StarClan.)
Sadly, her intelligence has a gap. It is not a large one, but she believes strongly that every cat has good intention and that no one would ever intentionally do wrong to another. In every since of the word, this little girl is extremely gullible. It has a lot to do with her need and will to help others, she is often confused by the thought that someone would actually want to hurt her because she helped them or would use the fact that she helped them to hurt her. Even though Starling seems like a very independent cat and very happy with the life she lives, she is actually very dependent on those around her. Her best and lifetime friend briar or tiger has been their for her for as long as she can remember and she needs him as much as she needs her heart or her head. He is her voice and stands up for her when she cannot stand up for herself. The only problem she has with the dependency is that she is a very parsimonious cat. She does not like to take advantage of the resources available to her because she feels it makes her appear weak to those around her. To some cats it probably does but unless they were in her paws it isn't too likely that they would understand. Most cats who come into contact with Starling think she is boring but that is because most cats don't understand what she is trying to tell them or what she is trying to get them to do and lose interest quickly. This is more an outsiders opinion on Starling than her actual personality. Conservative. This word fits her very well. She was raised to be respectful toward toms, that she would one day have a mate and raise kits of her own and teach the cycle on. While it could be interesting to see how she does with a more liberal cat, it will probably be easiest for her to get along with a conservative cat. Lastly, this girl is stubborn. She stands strongly for what she believes in and will but heads with anyone, regardless of who or what. While she relies on someone to convey her intentions, she is still very stubborn and will not back down.
Sadly, her intelligence has a gap. It is not a large one, but she believes strongly that every cat has good intention and that no one would ever intentionally do wrong to another. In every since of the word, this little girl is extremely gullible. It has a lot to do with her need and will to help others, she is often confused by the thought that someone would actually want to hurt her because she helped them or would use the fact that she helped them to hurt her. Even though Starling seems like a very independent cat and very happy with the life she lives, she is actually very dependent on those around her. Her best and lifetime friend briar or tiger has been their for her for as long as she can remember and she needs him as much as she needs her heart or her head. He is her voice and stands up for her when she cannot stand up for herself. The only problem she has with the dependency is that she is a very parsimonious cat. She does not like to take advantage of the resources available to her because she feels it makes her appear weak to those around her. To some cats it probably does but unless they were in her paws it isn't too likely that they would understand. Most cats who come into contact with Starling think she is boring but that is because most cats don't understand what she is trying to tell them or what she is trying to get them to do and lose interest quickly. This is more an outsiders opinion on Starling than her actual personality. Conservative. This word fits her very well. She was raised to be respectful toward toms, that she would one day have a mate and raise kits of her own and teach the cycle on. While it could be interesting to see how she does with a more liberal cat, it will probably be easiest for her to get along with a conservative cat. Lastly, this girl is stubborn. She stands strongly for what she believes in and will but heads with anyone, regardless of who or what. While she relies on someone to convey her intentions, she is still very stubborn and will not back down.
it is during our darkest hours that we must choose to find the light.
Mint was a young mother, only about seventeen moons when she gave birth to her first litter. She was alone and terrified of the world - never having truly been alone. You see, Mint had been apart of a band with her family and traveled the lands with them for her entire life (quite literally as long as she could remember.) But she made a mistake and allowed the words of a tom to lure her in and soon she found herself pregnant but the tom who had done it was long gone and Mint was alone. In her time of need she turned to her family and was shunned and left alone for the next too moons. As her stomach grew larger it became harder for her to hunt and soon she was starving and exhausted, unable to hunt without alerting the prey. For the last two weeks she was forced to live off of crowfood which she only ate when the hunger pains were at their worst. When the kits were born they were all relatively small. The first and largest of the three was Tiger, he was healthy - all things considered - and showed no signs of ailment. The second was Acorn, who was born stillborn, and the third was Starling.
Starling had terrified her when she was born. Tiger had made a cry of life almost immediately the licking began but when she licked Starling all the little kit did was wiggle and make these strange raspy, gurgling sounds. She feared the worst as she continued to lick her smallest and weakest kit, but the kit did not die. Starling suckled and held on through the first night and continued to do so for much longer after. But it was at this time that Mint knew something was wrong. She was feeling ill and as the time passed it only seemed to grow worse. She could not leave her kits for very long and so hunting was not an option and so was forced to continue to eat crowfood. But she was falling ill from the diet and fading fast. It was a stormy night when she was finally forced to leave the comfort of her nest to try and find help, healthy prey. Anything. the she-cat had collapsed into the mud and laid there - had a high fever and nearly passed right there, but held on to the thought of her kits, knowing they would need her. it was a couple of hours and probably luck on her side that led Wren to Mint. He was a little younger than her, two moons to be almost exact and in her delirious state she tried to push him away, demand him to leave her alone and that she needed to get back to her kits. But after a lot of convincing, she agreed to take his help.
From that point on, Mint relied on Wren, he was there to help her and she was there to offer comfort and companionship. She had very little to offer but made sure that what she had went to Wren because she was so thankful for him saving her. Starling remembered a little from the beginning of when she could see and hear that her mother was sick but it passed by the time she was able to walk and move around. There was a cat in the den with them at all times, he called himself Wren. Mama explained that he wasn't their father but just a good friend that had helped her. Starling took a liking to Wren almost immediately and often found herself surrounded by his company (most of the time, instigated of course) to be around him. She looked up to him like a big brother and knew he wouldn't let any harm come her way though he never had to say it. Her time as a kit was rather quiet, simple. The way it was supposed to be but that was because she had not lost her mother to the fever that had tried so hard to take her away in the beginning.
At the age of five moons all the kits were taught to hunt by their mother. She made sure that each kit would be able to live on their own and even tried to teach them fighting moves (though let's be honest, she was no fighter). It was not til almost eleven moons that the kits were finally old enough to go their separate ways and say good-bye to their mother. Well, that was what Starling did anyway. Her brother, Tiger, stayed with his mother and helped to take care of her. Starling choose a different path. She traveled with Wren through the land in silence - the way she was destined to - and listened to his words. They even worked to perfect a way for her to try and talk to him through gestures and movements. Starling became more and more attached to her guardian as time went on and it got to the point for a while that she knew she wouldn't be able to leave his side. Time would only tell that it would be harder to live without the guidance and help from her friend and companion.
Ever since these two have been practically inseparable. Starling had a lot of trouble meeting other cats for obvious reasons. Though as she got older she grew more patient and wise. Wren taught her how to be compassionate through the act of kindness he did for her mother and since that moment she has been grateful because without him she wouldn't be alive right now either. Starling developed a certain hardness to her though. Most cats that they crossed paths with thought she was stupid and who could blame them? There were times when she herself thought she was stupid because she could not make any sort of sound (aside from a strange gurgle or scratchy sound when she did try). But even through the name calling, this little cat remained with her head held high and tried her hardest to make the other cats see that she is smart and is worth being on the earth. There are days when Starling thinks of her mother and brother and wonders how they are doing. While she knows she can just ask Wren if he would mind if they stopped in - she has always had a fear of asking for too much. She all ready knows she owes her life to Wren and so feels like she is obligated to stay with him, by his side.
News travels quickly through the loner lands though. there was word of these cats, large amounts of cats - groups of cats that were traveling through the land, attempting to find a new home for these things they called clans. Starling had never heard of them before and was a little surprised at the sound of them, thought they were strange and probably unlikely to be real - and if they were real, doubted they would work. Starling had no clan blood what-so-ever inside of her and if she did it was from many, many, many generations ago and could not be traced. Even so, she has thought about what these cats must be like and wonders if it is anything like the band that Mint used to be in. Honestly though, she knows that whatever happens next - whatever Wren decides to do - she will be right along side of him to do it. While Starling does not understand the concept of love - at least romantically, she does feel strong feelings for Wren. While she often tells herself it is the fact that he was right there raising her she has trouble believing it is just that.
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