Scream of

Diving Eagle

Tribe of Floating Stones

a runty, black-furred tom with gangly limbs and large green eyes.

Ever in his father’s likeness, where his kin may exhibit their mother’s features, the tabby fur, round faces, and even proportions, Scream, in contrast, will inherit all of his father’s attributes with none of the inherent graces. As such, where his father will be tall, well-toned, and agile of stride, Scream will be gangly and clambering, gaunt of face and equipped with ears too large for his little head as the eyes are, as large and bulbous as they appear in the angular lines of his ebon-lined face. Even his muzzle seems excessive in its length, oddly long as the rest of him is, with no hope of being grown into, and peeking just beneath the curling jowls, the white point of canines can be gleaned.

In coat, he possesses no other color but the most lustrous of blacks, a deep and uninterrupted hue contrasting nicely with the greens of his eyes.

In nature, Scream could be no more formidable of a mix between mother and father, himself inheriting his father’s drive and forgetfulness and his mother’s idealism and naivete.

From a young age, Scream will possess an almost obscene amount of energy despite his frail body, and, despite being born a runt, he will have a combative spirit against his own body’s inherent limitations, himself being blessed with an indomitable spirit and the desire to push himself beyond his own limits at every given opportunity. In this way, Scream strives above all else to prove himself. He is exuberant and indefinitely high-energy, a thrill-seeker, and a starry-eyed optimist.

And although he will have an affinity for stirring up all manner of colds, coughs, and other such ailments of the body, he will show a peculiar resilience despite that and a hardiness that does not reflect his gangly proportions. Indeed, once knocked down, Scream does not delay in getting up again and facing the challenge head-on, and though he will perhaps never in his early moons best his siblings, h will never cease improving himself to the point where he can, even if advised otherwise, and masks all his hardship behind a veil of confidence.

To some, Scream’s exuberance and hastiness reflect an air-headedness, but he is surprisingly insightful and quick on the uptake of new concepts—at least insofar as those which interest him. He is deeply fascinated with his environment and finding new ways to exploit it, finding numerous ways to overcome his own shortcomings and meld them into strengths.

As the cold nights yielded to the warmth of spring, as the fog receded and the budding spring heat pressed over their moorlands, did Rain feel the quickening in her belly. And with the quickening came the urgency familiar to all beasts set upon by the warmth of new seasons and the frantic and frenzied motions which proceed during times of hardship; only within the Tribe did such hardships not cease. The hunger clung, the air raged still with winter’s fierceness, and the coyotes bellied in that dreadful fog persisted as tensions grew with dogged tenacity.

Yet hope lay there in the quickening, the budding lives and the futures they bellied, yet waiting to be born.