Talon of owl who hunts at dawn

Tribe of Floating Stones

grey-striped long haired tom with honey eyes

You would not believe it by looking at him, but Talon was the runt of the litter. His parents were shocked by how small he was compared to his siblings. At first they thought the angered their ancestors somehow and that is why he was small. But the teller told them, no, for they saw great things to come of this kit in the moons to come.



As he grew, his fur showed designs and swirls that set him apart from some of the others. They were in dark shades of grey with lighter in between. His chest was a shade of light grey, almost white. His fur was so long, some of the to-be's would joke and say they didn't think he could move under such a weight. He just shook it off and let it be. There opinions didn't matter as long as he was doing what his mentors asked of him.



His eyes are the color of honey. When others look into them, its almost like an older cat is looking out. One that is older than the toms moons. But from what they can all remember, there was never a tom that looked like him in the past. He is just what the two-legs would call an "old soul".

Talon can be pretty easy going at times when he's not on duty. During this time, he likes to walk around and speak with the members of his tribe. Mainly to see if they require any help with minor tasks such as cleaning or if they need someone to watch over them while out exploring. If its the later, he will go personally and leave his best on guard in his place. He can take his job a little too seriously at times.



When he has time to relax, he likes to sit with the to-be's and watch how their training is going. During this, he will give them advice on different methods to try for attacking prey or enemies. Some of these he will consult with Moth to make sure his advice is sound. He doesn't want to do something that would affect which path they decide to take after their training is complete.



When he is fully on duty, he stays focused on his task. If a member of his Tribe is trying to ask him something, he speaks to them with respect but its in a gruff voice. If he's out on patrol and he sees a strange cat, he attacks without mercy until they flee.

As stated before, Talon was the runt of his litter. This being the case, a small part of his parents hoped that he wouldn't survive. But after hearing what the Teller had to say they worked a little harder to keep him alive. To some of the others, this looked as though he was being spoiled. As he grew, he saw how others looked at him and demanded his parents explain.



When they did, he cut ties with them. He wanted to succeed on his own. This hurt them deeply, but it was really their own fault for not giving him the space he needed to learn and grow the way he was meant to. Talon needed this break to progress his training and to become the cat he is today.



You would think that with a name like his he would be a great hunter of some kind. Well that usually is the case but not this time. He was more suited for stone guard which was fine by him. He felt the need to protect his tribe more than providing for it. On occasion though he will go out and do a bit of hunting, but he feels more in his element while he is on patrols or standing watch.



He showed a lot of promise being a stone guard, once the previous stone guard passed, the title was passed to Talon. This was a great honor and one that he did not feel ready for. But if this was to be his calling then so be it. He will defend his Tribe to the best of his abilities till he takes his last breath.



After many moons, he made up with his parents. He had time to think while sitting on guard duty to realize that, yes what they did was over protective and somewhat spoiling, but they did it out of love.