Post by kaz on Mar 13, 2022 22:38:42 GMT -6
vega
loner
blue wispy-haired tom with green eyes
loner
tom
72
Appearance
Vega is a cat of median build, with most of his largess being contributed from the extravagance of his fur. From the tip of his ears to the tip of his tail, he stands at at about a foot tall, His paws are large and round, with legs of equal sturdiness and circumference that shoulder off into triangular shoulders, jutting even from underneath his fur.
As if he we were one, the lion's share of his fur is located around his neck and the front portion of his body. While most of his body features the striking muted blue of his father, under and around his neck, his hair grows long, eventually lightening into white.
His face features strong canine like jowls that widen his face and make it seem broader than the total length of his head, accentuated more by the lack of whiskers. What he has protrudes from his jaw and from just under a small dark nose. He has small, green eyes that keep a survey of the world, and thin, long ears to hear the whispers that he needs.
As if he we were one, the lion's share of his fur is located around his neck and the front portion of his body. While most of his body features the striking muted blue of his father, under and around his neck, his hair grows long, eventually lightening into white.
His face features strong canine like jowls that widen his face and make it seem broader than the total length of his head, accentuated more by the lack of whiskers. What he has protrudes from his jaw and from just under a small dark nose. He has small, green eyes that keep a survey of the world, and thin, long ears to hear the whispers that he needs.
Personality
Vega is guarded like his father, but in a way most would not expect. Instead of an aloof stare or or declarations of mistrust, Vega has a slick disposition. Worries are brushed away with a sharp comment that's sometimes off color as a way to misdirect those who are on to him. Through all the ladies and tom's he's courted throughout the seasons, he's honed his wit into to something as cool as cobalt and sharp as a tack. He always seems to have some kind of ironic remark no matter the situation, and those that try to rattle him would be hard pressed to get anything other than a wry grin and a joke thrown back at him.
His confidence is a mixture of real and fake, more real nowadays, but no longer does he hide from his problems. He knows the others look up to him, and now is responsible for not only keeping his home safe, but his family safe. This breeds a kind of leaders confidence where he takes charge and puts a plan to action, but also a more grave stress of the responsibility laid on to him. He's elusive when it comes to this, not even letting those he loves in on the secret. His time escaping the charge of a relationship and smiles to a hurt soul, gave him the skills necessary to convince them that everything is alright. Sometimes he even believes it himself.
He's no slouch mentally, but often relies on the others to temper his spirit and bolster his head. He is a grandiose individual with grandiose plans to match, and he likes this image about himself. he often rushes into a situation, not caring about the effects his actions can have on the world around him. This can help in certain situations, but when it seeps into his plans or his involvement in them, it can be a bit much. Adderheart and he often scrap about how viable his plans are. Some of this is because he's attempting to project an air of competence to his friends, and some is simply because of how deeply he feels.
History
Vega's life began in darkness, so named by his parents so that they would always have the light of the stars within the caves he lived in. Cranewatcher, his father, often viewed the kit with annoyance, and Vega viewed him with the same chiding behavior that made a kit rambunctious and hard to swallow. As he grew into his senses however, he came to understand just who his family were. The trips down the caves and into the darkness never stopped, but an understanding of their love started.
Whenever he wasn't causing trouble, and indeed as a way to get him to stop, Rookflower and Cranewatcher would tell him stories and fantastical things, like light that shined down from the sky and giant structures of wood and water. He also heard the tales of their parent's exploits in these places, and these tales gave him pause. His parents were the only two creatures like himself that he had ever known.
He had to find more.
---
It was just about the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Instead of the dim light and subtle colors of the tunnels, there so much light and color that he had no idea what to do with it. The air was so clear that his first few breaths were coughs that cleared his lungs. There was such a richness of texture on his fur and underneath his paws. Springy green grass and the towering structures, just like in the fables. He would venture ut in small doses, getting used to the idea of two worlds,
His father had grilled him the hardest that he had ever known the day he was caught sneaking to the surface, and following his anger, there was calm, and he heard the story of why they resided in the tunnels in the first place, and the myriad of reasons that the surface was dangerous.
Even so, the sky called to him, and he would often strike out for longer. He was especially drawn to he largess of the redwood trees, and among them, he found an apprentice
He was captivated with the young tom, and his alarm at crossing the border was soon replaced with curiosity at just how Vega could be so ignorant of the world around him. It was if he had been living under a rock. He made up a name and pretended to be from the northern shore.
Vega's obsession with the surface, while it worried his father, was a sign to him that he was growing up, and ready to hear more tales of what he did while he was in the clan. While his parents taught him about his past and developed his spirit and body, Skunkpaw would nourish his spirit nd mind, teaching him about how the outside world worked, in exchange for company and the riveting tales of his adventures, fraught with embellishment and falsehood. The two became fast friends, and they shared in each other's victory and sorrows.
Skunktail had received his warrior name, and while Vega poked his affectionate fun, he couldn't have been more proud. For a moon more they continued in their fun, growing closer and closer to the point of love.
One night, the moon was just about full, and he met him beneath the redwoods. Vega was joyful to see the striped tom, but there was little to be found in his quivering form. When he tried to anchor the cause, he only got this in response.
"Just...will you j-just...remember me? If you really love me...just say my name every so often from now on? Please?"
There was an eerie sound that drifted through the next day, and that after, he surfaced to a horrifying sight. Instead of the fresh air, he smelled death and old blood. He wasn't too far away, and eyes wide, he found the aftermath of a battle between two of the forest's powers. He couldnt remember who, but as he surveyed the dead, he found the remains of Skunktail, and that was all that seemed to matter then.
He wailed for awhile, clutching his love in his arms until his voice ran hoarse and he couldn't make much noise anymore. Through the silence, he heard the rustling of one still alive. The she-cat was just barely hanging in, waiting for death. Rushing her back to the caves, her parents rushed to her aid and tended her wounds, and later consoled the shocked Vega
The next day, his father caught up with the distraught tom. It was time for him to know the truth about his heritage.
The stories coupled with what Vega learned from Dapplefang weighed heavy on him, and while he grew to almost never leave her side, the thought of Skunktail never left his mind. Around this time, there were more cats beginning to slip through the cracks of the islands, and his father was inclined to give them a place to rest while they recovered. He sent Vega upwards to gather supplies, and each time, he would need to give an excuse as to why he was late. No matter what he he said, they could surmise he was out laying the moves on others. From all over the island, he placed himself into the lives of cats, but one Thistleclanner he fancied made himself return to the sandy creek. He was enratpured with her, and Swallowfall with him, but when she learned of her pregnancy, he vanished
unable to bear the responsibility.
One of the cats that found themselves in the tunnels was called Adderheart. To Vega's chargirn, he would often be subject to his analytical style and watchful eye during expeditions and resupply runs. Their constant bickering was getting on his nerves, so after awhile, he returned to his ways, failing to convince a Lichenclanner to return to the tunnels with him. A few moons later, she brought her kits and her sickly self to the caves in order to use her final moments to secure them a better future.
Vega insisted he take the kits in, and Cranewatcher agreed, explaining the kind of life they would have underneath Minnowstar.
While he raised them, Cranewatcher would tell him of the current state of things and his efforts to find the rebellion, and they both lamented it's inactivity. Vega listened, now not enthralled, but cognizant of the value they held. He knew he was saving these lives and developing them, and soon the family noticed a more upstanding person take the place to the old Tomcat.The two grew under the four's tutelage and protection to become Ara and Altair. Once they were trained, the family became the perfect team. With a little scouting, argument, and planning, the group would assist those that needed help, whether it was medically or through asylum. Ara took to the plants. Their operation was little known, but Vega was satisfied by the work he was doing, and how his kids had turned out. His father and mother approved as well, and all seemed well beneath the earth.
The rain began to fall, nd underneath the island, Rookflower's life faded. Vega harldy had time to react, as the waters claimed his father and nearly Ara, as he heard the final words of Cranewatcher.
"The rebellion, Vega!"
Today, the family has reestablished the sanctuary, and is continuing cranewatcher's work. Vega is now faced with the dilemma of his lifetime. He has a birthright to claim and a mission to uphold, and voices in his son's head. He wan'ts nothing more than to keep his family safe, but can't shake the feeling that the strange whispers around the caves may hold the answers he seeks.
Whenever he wasn't causing trouble, and indeed as a way to get him to stop, Rookflower and Cranewatcher would tell him stories and fantastical things, like light that shined down from the sky and giant structures of wood and water. He also heard the tales of their parent's exploits in these places, and these tales gave him pause. His parents were the only two creatures like himself that he had ever known.
He had to find more.
---
It was just about the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Instead of the dim light and subtle colors of the tunnels, there so much light and color that he had no idea what to do with it. The air was so clear that his first few breaths were coughs that cleared his lungs. There was such a richness of texture on his fur and underneath his paws. Springy green grass and the towering structures, just like in the fables. He would venture ut in small doses, getting used to the idea of two worlds,
His father had grilled him the hardest that he had ever known the day he was caught sneaking to the surface, and following his anger, there was calm, and he heard the story of why they resided in the tunnels in the first place, and the myriad of reasons that the surface was dangerous.
Even so, the sky called to him, and he would often strike out for longer. He was especially drawn to he largess of the redwood trees, and among them, he found an apprentice
He was captivated with the young tom, and his alarm at crossing the border was soon replaced with curiosity at just how Vega could be so ignorant of the world around him. It was if he had been living under a rock. He made up a name and pretended to be from the northern shore.
Vega's obsession with the surface, while it worried his father, was a sign to him that he was growing up, and ready to hear more tales of what he did while he was in the clan. While his parents taught him about his past and developed his spirit and body, Skunkpaw would nourish his spirit nd mind, teaching him about how the outside world worked, in exchange for company and the riveting tales of his adventures, fraught with embellishment and falsehood. The two became fast friends, and they shared in each other's victory and sorrows.
Skunktail had received his warrior name, and while Vega poked his affectionate fun, he couldn't have been more proud. For a moon more they continued in their fun, growing closer and closer to the point of love.
One night, the moon was just about full, and he met him beneath the redwoods. Vega was joyful to see the striped tom, but there was little to be found in his quivering form. When he tried to anchor the cause, he only got this in response.
"Just...will you j-just...remember me? If you really love me...just say my name every so often from now on? Please?"
There was an eerie sound that drifted through the next day, and that after, he surfaced to a horrifying sight. Instead of the fresh air, he smelled death and old blood. He wasn't too far away, and eyes wide, he found the aftermath of a battle between two of the forest's powers. He couldnt remember who, but as he surveyed the dead, he found the remains of Skunktail, and that was all that seemed to matter then.
He wailed for awhile, clutching his love in his arms until his voice ran hoarse and he couldn't make much noise anymore. Through the silence, he heard the rustling of one still alive. The she-cat was just barely hanging in, waiting for death. Rushing her back to the caves, her parents rushed to her aid and tended her wounds, and later consoled the shocked Vega
The next day, his father caught up with the distraught tom. It was time for him to know the truth about his heritage.
The stories coupled with what Vega learned from Dapplefang weighed heavy on him, and while he grew to almost never leave her side, the thought of Skunktail never left his mind. Around this time, there were more cats beginning to slip through the cracks of the islands, and his father was inclined to give them a place to rest while they recovered. He sent Vega upwards to gather supplies, and each time, he would need to give an excuse as to why he was late. No matter what he he said, they could surmise he was out laying the moves on others. From all over the island, he placed himself into the lives of cats, but one Thistleclanner he fancied made himself return to the sandy creek. He was enratpured with her, and Swallowfall with him, but when she learned of her pregnancy, he vanished
unable to bear the responsibility.
One of the cats that found themselves in the tunnels was called Adderheart. To Vega's chargirn, he would often be subject to his analytical style and watchful eye during expeditions and resupply runs. Their constant bickering was getting on his nerves, so after awhile, he returned to his ways, failing to convince a Lichenclanner to return to the tunnels with him. A few moons later, she brought her kits and her sickly self to the caves in order to use her final moments to secure them a better future.
Vega insisted he take the kits in, and Cranewatcher agreed, explaining the kind of life they would have underneath Minnowstar.
While he raised them, Cranewatcher would tell him of the current state of things and his efforts to find the rebellion, and they both lamented it's inactivity. Vega listened, now not enthralled, but cognizant of the value they held. He knew he was saving these lives and developing them, and soon the family noticed a more upstanding person take the place to the old Tomcat.The two grew under the four's tutelage and protection to become Ara and Altair. Once they were trained, the family became the perfect team. With a little scouting, argument, and planning, the group would assist those that needed help, whether it was medically or through asylum. Ara took to the plants. Their operation was little known, but Vega was satisfied by the work he was doing, and how his kids had turned out. His father and mother approved as well, and all seemed well beneath the earth.
The rain began to fall, nd underneath the island, Rookflower's life faded. Vega harldy had time to react, as the waters claimed his father and nearly Ara, as he heard the final words of Cranewatcher.
"The rebellion, Vega!"
Today, the family has reestablished the sanctuary, and is continuing cranewatcher's work. Vega is now faced with the dilemma of his lifetime. He has a birthright to claim and a mission to uphold, and voices in his son's head. He wan'ts nothing more than to keep his family safe, but can't shake the feeling that the strange whispers around the caves may hold the answers he seeks.
