Post by Akura on Mar 31, 2021 23:06:59 GMT -6
fern that shelters from rain
Tribe of Floating Stones
brown and white classic tabby with green eyes
to-be
female
16 moons
Appearance
Fern is a rather small and lithe cat, but long legs make up for the height difference she would normally have with others. Overall, she makes for a rather delicate figure, but there is hidden strength in her lither build. Where she loses in powerful attacks, she gains in dodging the powerful blows of her opponents.
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Fern's pelt consists of soft, almost downy fur. While some of the more vain she-cats express jealousy over it, Fern doesn't quite get what the big deal is. Despite not caring about the fur itself, there is one point she takes pride in: her markings.
A light brown makes up the majority of her pelt, with large blots of darker brown tapering over it. The lower half of her body is a stark white, though spots of color do try to appear on both her hindlegs and forepaws. It's a near replica of her mother's pelt. As such, all of this is fervently maintained and clean. Despite her best efforts though, there are still certain parts that Fern can't quite get a hold of. Her tail - notably fluffier than the rest of her - is almost always tangled with small bits of leaves or other foliage. It proves to be a constant source of annoyance for the young cat, but it's not something she can't live with.
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her face is the type to seem permanently young, even if she were many seasons older. while this may seem like a boon to her appearance, it also has the drawback of some not taking her seriously and assuming she's much younger than she actually is. It's not all bad of course, but it's worth mentioning.
Her ears are a bit larger than normal with long tufts of wispy fur flaring out of each, furthering her kit-like appearance. Her nose a dark pink, making a beautiful contrast with her eyes. the most light green eyes many of tribemates have ever seen. Irregular white markings streak over the right side of her face, providing even more interest to it.
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Fern's pelt consists of soft, almost downy fur. While some of the more vain she-cats express jealousy over it, Fern doesn't quite get what the big deal is. Despite not caring about the fur itself, there is one point she takes pride in: her markings.
A light brown makes up the majority of her pelt, with large blots of darker brown tapering over it. The lower half of her body is a stark white, though spots of color do try to appear on both her hindlegs and forepaws. It's a near replica of her mother's pelt. As such, all of this is fervently maintained and clean. Despite her best efforts though, there are still certain parts that Fern can't quite get a hold of. Her tail - notably fluffier than the rest of her - is almost always tangled with small bits of leaves or other foliage. It proves to be a constant source of annoyance for the young cat, but it's not something she can't live with.
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her face is the type to seem permanently young, even if she were many seasons older. while this may seem like a boon to her appearance, it also has the drawback of some not taking her seriously and assuming she's much younger than she actually is. It's not all bad of course, but it's worth mentioning.
Her ears are a bit larger than normal with long tufts of wispy fur flaring out of each, furthering her kit-like appearance. Her nose a dark pink, making a beautiful contrast with her eyes. the most light green eyes many of tribemates have ever seen. Irregular white markings streak over the right side of her face, providing even more interest to it.
Personality
Traits
+ | Kind-hearted | Spirited | Playful
+ | Kind-hearted | Spirited | Playful
~ | Optimistic | Naïve
- | Possessive | Evasive | Irresponsible
To many, Fern comes off as a rather happy-go-lucky cat. Often seen getting along with the other to-bes, never afraid to join in their antics. Though she's usually very talkative, the young cat gets uncomfortable when someone brings up a serious subject or event. When that happens, she'll try to shrug off or downplay the situation with a laugh, all the while trying to find an out from the conversation. This can be very frustrating to other cats and is detrimental to herself as a whole. Unable to face the problems of her past and move on, such evasiveness doubles as a coping mechanism, to keep her from spiraling in one way or another.
Fern's greatest fear is losing the last of her family - whether it be through death or dislike. With only her uncle by her side, it's no small surprise that Fern has grown to be quite protective of any and all close bonds she forms. But this behavior can sometimes become too much, bordering on smothering to most. There have even been points where she will actively sabotage her friend's relationship with certain cats because she deems them a bad influence. Sometimes this is decided through jealousy, but she'll always say it's from genuine concern. This has of course actively hurt her relationships with others, but Fern never seems to fully grasp why that's the case, and continues to make these mistakes to this day.
History
Family:
Mother - Clover (deceased)
Father - Wind (deceased)
Uncle - tbd (adopt)
- Kithood:
A single, small bundle of fur oblivious to the world around it. The more superstitious cats peered down at her with suspicion. 'Bad luck', they said. An omen. But those voices were few and far between. To most, she was considered a miracle. A family that had been left wanting for so long, It wasn't exactly a secret her mother never saw it that way, looking at her daughter with loving eyes.
Clover never did say who Fern's father was, but others did. It was always with hesitation, or unwitting pride, but they spoke of him. Wind, they said. A prey-hunter known for his courageousness and strength. It didn't take much to know that he'd been close with Clover. But one thing always bothered Fern about the way her tribemates spoke. When they spoke of Wind, it was always in past-tense, like he wasn't around anymore. It had been his name, not was. An uneasy feeling fell upon her, growing more and more intense with every fact she learned. But Fern was only going off of suspicions...she had to know it from the source.
Coyotes. A common sight on the island, but dangerous nonetheless. The constantly bittersweet expression her mother wore now made sense. Clover had lost one but gained another. And now, . Fern was quiet for a while, but when she came back, it was with an intensity not seen before. she was fiercely protective of the bond she and Clover had, to the point where others were met with jealous glares if they got too close. the she-kit's mother tried to correct the behavior, but it never worked. Eventually she gave up, simply content in knowing that her daughter would be by her side until the end.
- Adolescence: One Lost, Another Gained
A distant uncle, previously unseen in her life. With the loss of his sister, he now finally made himself known. at first Fern was suspicious, but when he co. his attempts at comforting her, when he himself was surely grieving.
Mother - Clover (deceased)
Father - Wind (deceased)
Uncle - tbd (adopt)
- Kithood:
A single, small bundle of fur oblivious to the world around it. The more superstitious cats peered down at her with suspicion. 'Bad luck', they said. An omen. But those voices were few and far between. To most, she was considered a miracle. A family that had been left wanting for so long, It wasn't exactly a secret her mother never saw it that way, looking at her daughter with loving eyes.
Clover never did say who Fern's father was, but others did. It was always with hesitation, or unwitting pride, but they spoke of him. Wind, they said. A prey-hunter known for his courageousness and strength. It didn't take much to know that he'd been close with Clover. But one thing always bothered Fern about the way her tribemates spoke. When they spoke of Wind, it was always in past-tense, like he wasn't around anymore. It had been his name, not was. An uneasy feeling fell upon her, growing more and more intense with every fact she learned. But Fern was only going off of suspicions...she had to know it from the source.
Coyotes. A common sight on the island, but dangerous nonetheless. The constantly bittersweet expression her mother wore now made sense. Clover had lost one but gained another. And now, . Fern was quiet for a while, but when she came back, it was with an intensity not seen before. she was fiercely protective of the bond she and Clover had, to the point where others were met with jealous glares if they got too close. the she-kit's mother tried to correct the behavior, but it never worked. Eventually she gave up, simply content in knowing that her daughter would be by her side until the end.
- Adolescence: One Lost, Another Gained
A distant uncle, previously unseen in her life. With the loss of his sister, he now finally made himself known. at first Fern was suspicious, but when he co. his attempts at comforting her, when he himself was surely grieving.
