Marigold That

Follows The Sun

Tribe of Floating Stones

Pale ginger she cat with pretty moss green eyes

From kithood Marigold knew she would be a prey hunter. She was always small, lithe with lean flowing muscles. Her legs were average in length but they met up with small creamy ginger paws. Her thin body made sulking around fallen trees and through the heather. Her shorter stature and short ears allows for going under low, thorny bushes and tight holes. Her legs powerful and made to jump over boulders and chase squirrels up trees with ease. Tiny paws kept her silent as death stalking her kill through the woods and moorlands; matched with shorter tail to keep from alerting prey or predators accidentally.

With a pale ginger undercoat and darker, more vibrant ginger tabby markings allowed her to blend well with her surroundings as well as her clan mates. In the sunlight her dark ginger markings shine like a brilliant fire, especially the dark ginger stripe running along her spine to the tip of her tail. Her markings tapper out to a pale creamy ginger chest and matching paws that gave her a kitten soft look about her. A bright pink nose with small blacks spots didnt help her soft appearance. She had big mossy green eyes that glows with pride in the sunlight as she hunts through their territory. They shine silver in the moonlight, lit with a different kind of pride. Most won't see the pain hidden below the pride. An outsider might take her for a kitty pet with her pretty appearance but hidden in her small paws her thorn sharp claws prove she is anything but soft.

+ Kind Hearted
+ Generous
Marigold has a kind heart and has gained some wisdom in her few years. She is always willing to help out where help is needed, especially on hunting patrols. She will step in to help with the to-bes as needed as well as helping the to-bes out with their regular duties. She is quick to lend an ear, while trying to provide multiple solutions or options in given situations, and gives helpful advice whenever needed. She takes her position seriously but keeps her friends and clan mates on their toes with her jokes.

- Sarcastic
- Offensive
Those around her however never fail to notice her dark humor and sarcasm. Her jokes rear on the darker side and unless one is used to it they may not know whether she is being serious or just simply joking. This might be due to her hard past and trying to find humor where there is none. True friends are hard to come by due to this, as many get offended or upset by her words. But true friends find her both hilarious and helpful, if not a bit rough around the edges. During her times of mourning, her barbed tongue keeps most away. She's known to say hurtful things without thinking.

Marigold was born to a large litter of kits, all born to two ginger tribe member. It was hard for her to distinguish herself from her siblings, as they all looked practically identical. A sudden sickness sweeps across the tribe and her father and siblings die along with a great many tribe members. She was left with only her mother and another queen who helped nurse her as her own mothers mild had dried during the sickness. Learning to use humor to help with her grief, she often had those around her cracking up.

Still recovering from the illness that plagued the tribe, Marigold continued to thrive the best she could and started her training. Her mother, still having never fully recovered moved to the Sick Rock and she did not see much of her throughout her training. Her body allowed her to hunt with precision. She felt alive when out hunting, out wandering through the woods and across the moors. Her favorite prey to hunt was birds, no questions about it. Rarely did a day go by where she wasn't contributing a bird or two to the fresh kill. Marigold made it almost her mission to try to hunt successfully in all conditions. She was often found practicing her skills out in the rain, feeling more refreshed and connected when the air was clear and the earth damp. More trauma hits though as she learns that her mother has disappeared from Sick Rock, where she had been for moons. No body was ever found but heavy scent of coyote lingered. Through her mourning she continued training until she was finally made a full prey hunter.

Though sickness isn't rampant through the tribe, it didn't keep Marigold from experiencing more trauma as hungry coyotes began ravaging the island. Sick and starving, they began to become problematic not to long after her ceremony. Her very best friend, a skinny black Tom who she had hunted with since the beginning of their training, died by the jaws of one of these beasts. He wasn't the only one either as they seemed to be raging a war against the beasts. Now, several moons since she had mourned his death and her humor had become dark and her sarcastic jabs became more hurtful. Now the sudden death of their teller has once again thrown her tribe and everything she knows into chaos. A new young teller has taken his place but things are still uncertain. Though less bothered by that than the continuing coyote threat, she cant help but wander what disaster was coming to her next.

High Position: N/A