Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2019 0:04:31 GMT -6
Curiosity
outsider
long haired tabby tom with golden eyes
rogue
Tom
55 moons
Appearance
Descending from a family of native area cats, Curiosity is a rather large and intimidating tom. While not nearly twice the size of a Redwoodclan cat, he does but some of their smaller cats to shame. He is not fat as most of his body consists of tightly strung muscles from all his years wandering, climbing, and swimming to get from place to place. To go along with his large frame, his paws are large enough that he could squish a kits head underneath them if he wanted to. But he usually tries to refrain.
His coat is not that striking as far as pattern or length, but when it comes to how well it is kept, many are surprised that a outsider does as well as he does to keep it groomed and good looking. the black tabby striped blend with his darker brown fur giving him a sleek and graceful look. His tail is by far the longest parts of his fur and he takes extra care to make sure the hairs don't get tangled if possible. For his heritage the rest of his fur is comparatively short minus to dark tuffs of fur that stick out on the points of his ears.
The last feature this tom takes pride in are his eyes. The golden yellow pupils seem to blend in perfectly with the pattern on his face, but in the night if the moon hits them just right, he has been told that cats feel as they are seeing the skies stars up close for the first time.
His coat is not that striking as far as pattern or length, but when it comes to how well it is kept, many are surprised that a outsider does as well as he does to keep it groomed and good looking. the black tabby striped blend with his darker brown fur giving him a sleek and graceful look. His tail is by far the longest parts of his fur and he takes extra care to make sure the hairs don't get tangled if possible. For his heritage the rest of his fur is comparatively short minus to dark tuffs of fur that stick out on the points of his ears.
The last feature this tom takes pride in are his eyes. The golden yellow pupils seem to blend in perfectly with the pattern on his face, but in the night if the moon hits them just right, he has been told that cats feel as they are seeing the skies stars up close for the first time.
Personality
Curiosity is a tom that one might either call suave or manipulating. Seductive or intrusive. He is a cat of many talents and one of those is always knowing when and how to compliment a she-cat. but don't take this to mean he is a flirt. He won't even flick his eyes in a she-cats way unless she has something to offer him, and sometimes he takes without the offer even being given.
While toms are not his preferred company he does know how to smooth talk anyone into feeding him information. He is an adapt listener and has a keen eyes. However while all these would seem to make him some-cat others could tolerate, he doesn't tolerate other cats. He get easily bored with chit-chat and angered at the idea of someone telling him no.
On occasion a cat will sometimes see him sitting alone and muttering to himself. If one listens closely, many would perceive this as he is trying to talk an issue out with himself. He doesn't raise his voice much above a whisper and his tone is never angry or bothered. While some might find this odd, it is not bothersome. Just a cat trying to solve a problem "all on his own".
He is a cat that will do what he wants and has to in order to assure his survival. He is not above maiming or even killing another cat, especially if it means he has a bed to sleep in and a meal to eat. He is a devil by no other name and he relishes in the ones who call him a monster. In his eyes "What is more fearsome than a monster."
While toms are not his preferred company he does know how to smooth talk anyone into feeding him information. He is an adapt listener and has a keen eyes. However while all these would seem to make him some-cat others could tolerate, he doesn't tolerate other cats. He get easily bored with chit-chat and angered at the idea of someone telling him no.
On occasion a cat will sometimes see him sitting alone and muttering to himself. If one listens closely, many would perceive this as he is trying to talk an issue out with himself. He doesn't raise his voice much above a whisper and his tone is never angry or bothered. While some might find this odd, it is not bothersome. Just a cat trying to solve a problem "all on his own".
He is a cat that will do what he wants and has to in order to assure his survival. He is not above maiming or even killing another cat, especially if it means he has a bed to sleep in and a meal to eat. He is a devil by no other name and he relishes in the ones who call him a monster. In his eyes "What is more fearsome than a monster."
History
Long before he roamed the lands of the clans, long before he was known as Curiosity, this tom had a home and he had a real name. Named Lark in the Pine, he spent his early years in the simplistic life of the Tribe of Floating Stones. The sole survivor of his litter, Lark was the pride and joy of Nestle of the Bush (Nestle) and Rabbit in the Shadow (Rabbit). They watched with pride as he grew strong, a little strange due to his conversations with seemingly nothing, and started his to-be training. The shadows that whispered in his ears were his first encouragement, his first true friends. At 12 moons he was chosen to follow in his fathers steps and his training to become a Stone Guard under the watchful eyes of a tom name Dusk began. This however was not enough for Lark.
You can be so much. You should be so much more.
Angered with the idea that, even though he had done his best and trained at all times, he was not chosen to be the teller's apprentice, Lark started resenting the other to-bes. He favored listening to the voices that whispered their weaknesses to him. These voices, though he never could lay eyes on the shadowy owners, were the only ones that had reason to him. He would get angry and short tempered with those he once called friends, though he noticed his sharp tongue would still draw the eyes of a she-cat name Owl. She was a beautiful cat and even Lark himself found his eyes drawn to her as she would head out for her prey hunter training. After many moons, he even noticed his anger around her would subside if she just spoke to him.
She could be yours you know. She should be yours. Just like everything else
As moons passed Lark did his best to push away the angry voices, but each night in his dreams they just seemed to echo louder and louder, clawing at his mind and at his heart. Finally closing in on his 17th moon and seeming to be no where near ready to join his father in the official ranks, Lark confronted his mentor and the Teller about his training. The teller, seemingly amused by his anger, said something that echoed in Lark's mind even to this day. "You sure are a curiosity. You wish to lead, but you struggle with the idea of following."
Furious with the blatant disregard of his request, Lark stormed from the tribe camp and into the wilds of the island, not knowing he was being followed. after several circles around the stone island he finally sat and stared at the stars. He was done with the tribes ways and longed for something else, but the world outside was still foreign to him. Ready to return to his nest he turned and stopped seeing Owl sitting behind him, her fur glowing in the moonlight around them. She didn't speak but watched him almost concerned. He turned his head away until she moved forward pressing her head into his comfortingly. He stopped before allowing her presence to envelope him.
Run away with me.
The words were sudden, even to him, but Owl didn't seem to react. She looked at him and tilted her head them let out a mew of laughter. Why would she leave her home and follow him into no where. "You sure are curious. You know that?"
She is just like them. She will never understand you!
Lark stopped and stared at her before he snarled and demanded that she take it back. He was right in his thinking. Why did no one understand that? Of anyone in the tribe, she should understand it the most. Owl struggled to get away from the bigger tom, he kept clawing and snarling at her, dragging her further and further from the place they once called home.
As the sun rose the next morning, Lark sat alone by the lake's edge watching as the water lapped away his friend's blood that covered the stones. His father's patrol found him. Horrified by the sight of the blood and mangled body, the patrol attacked and chased Lark to the visible sand bridge. Upon reaching the middle Lark froze hearing his father's voice call out his name. He flicked his ears and turned his head back, eyes filled with venom.
"Call me what I am. Curiosity."
He padded away into the dense forests of the main land. The land the tribe refused to explore. Moons became years and over time, Curiosity came familiar with the scents of those that called themselves Clan cats. He watched from a distance as they bickered and fought. He occasionally stole prey and attempted to talk to a she-cat here or there. But he was better on his own. At least for now.
You can be so much. You should be so much more.
Angered with the idea that, even though he had done his best and trained at all times, he was not chosen to be the teller's apprentice, Lark started resenting the other to-bes. He favored listening to the voices that whispered their weaknesses to him. These voices, though he never could lay eyes on the shadowy owners, were the only ones that had reason to him. He would get angry and short tempered with those he once called friends, though he noticed his sharp tongue would still draw the eyes of a she-cat name Owl. She was a beautiful cat and even Lark himself found his eyes drawn to her as she would head out for her prey hunter training. After many moons, he even noticed his anger around her would subside if she just spoke to him.
She could be yours you know. She should be yours. Just like everything else
As moons passed Lark did his best to push away the angry voices, but each night in his dreams they just seemed to echo louder and louder, clawing at his mind and at his heart. Finally closing in on his 17th moon and seeming to be no where near ready to join his father in the official ranks, Lark confronted his mentor and the Teller about his training. The teller, seemingly amused by his anger, said something that echoed in Lark's mind even to this day. "You sure are a curiosity. You wish to lead, but you struggle with the idea of following."
Furious with the blatant disregard of his request, Lark stormed from the tribe camp and into the wilds of the island, not knowing he was being followed. after several circles around the stone island he finally sat and stared at the stars. He was done with the tribes ways and longed for something else, but the world outside was still foreign to him. Ready to return to his nest he turned and stopped seeing Owl sitting behind him, her fur glowing in the moonlight around them. She didn't speak but watched him almost concerned. He turned his head away until she moved forward pressing her head into his comfortingly. He stopped before allowing her presence to envelope him.
Run away with me.
The words were sudden, even to him, but Owl didn't seem to react. She looked at him and tilted her head them let out a mew of laughter. Why would she leave her home and follow him into no where. "You sure are curious. You know that?"
She is just like them. She will never understand you!
Lark stopped and stared at her before he snarled and demanded that she take it back. He was right in his thinking. Why did no one understand that? Of anyone in the tribe, she should understand it the most. Owl struggled to get away from the bigger tom, he kept clawing and snarling at her, dragging her further and further from the place they once called home.
As the sun rose the next morning, Lark sat alone by the lake's edge watching as the water lapped away his friend's blood that covered the stones. His father's patrol found him. Horrified by the sight of the blood and mangled body, the patrol attacked and chased Lark to the visible sand bridge. Upon reaching the middle Lark froze hearing his father's voice call out his name. He flicked his ears and turned his head back, eyes filled with venom.
"Call me what I am. Curiosity."
He padded away into the dense forests of the main land. The land the tribe refused to explore. Moons became years and over time, Curiosity came familiar with the scents of those that called themselves Clan cats. He watched from a distance as they bickered and fought. He occasionally stole prey and attempted to talk to a she-cat here or there. But he was better on his own. At least for now.
