glacier

outsider

small white she-cat with one blue eye and one yellow

the young molly was very much the runt when it came to herself and her brother. as the moons passed and he grew in size, glacier remained — much to her frustration — small in stature. while she will never grow to inherit their father's massive form, she will become a feline that, by appearance alone, will be vastly underestimated. her dainty paws and soft, feminine features will come to overshadow the musculature beneath her beauty.

it's safe to say glacier, throughout the much colder, snow heavy season, is a rather difficult cat to spot. with her cloud soft, pure white coat, she is one that is invisible to the naked eye until she makes her presence known. she is also real particular about her appearance — uncleanliness is not tolerated, although she knows very well that it cannot be helped living off the land of this strange island.

the young molly's face will most likely retain its roundness over the moons to come, giving off a much fuller effect compared to the rest of her body. a cute, button-like, salmon pink nose sits at the end of her short muzzle, aiding to a face that exudes innocence. the most striking thing about her is, undoubtedly, her eyes — with one being a mesmerizing ocean blue, and the other a dazzling yellow... or earthly green, depending on the lighting.

glacier was born into a relatively small society that she would only ever know as the salvation. they worshiped an entity she didn't quite understand, called him the allfather. they claimed he was the sole reason the salvation was able to thrive upon the mountains of the island they called home, protected from the likes of two-legs and predators that would, under normal circumstances, cause them much strife.

her mother, duchess, had not been born within the salvation. no, she'd been born into the life of a house cat, one of many that inhabited a village nestled in the valley beneath the mountains. "i had to prove myself." she'd said, never elaborating exactly what it was she'd had to do in order to be accepted. glacier had never pried, either — if she didn't wish to speak on it, it must not have been anything good.

she was not part of her mother's first litter, if one could even call it that. no, duchess had only given birth to glacier's older brother, salem. he was twenty-eight moons her senior, if she could recall correctly, and had been rather close to their father, diesel, who was what their mother called a delegate of the old one.

glacier didn't understand what it'd meant, but she knew it had to mean he was important. nevertheless, she rarely bothered herself with the politics of it all.

glacier had been born alongside her double, who was to be called tundra. much to her mother's frustration, it had been rather difficult to tell the two of them apart for quite some time, though the moment their eye colors began to emerge... well, it became clear who was who. duchess had raised the duo quite well, though she often fussed over glacier because she'd been such a quiet, observant little thing.

she hadn't much to say, not then. no, she thought it better to watch. to listen. to learn. she valued knowledge above all else, prided herself in being one of the few to know what was meant to be kept hidden, such as the prophecy laid out by the healer. "water and sun shall bring about great changes for us." that's what she'd overheard her say. the old one had pressed the healer for more, yet she'd insisted that was all the allfather had to say.

whether these "great changes" were for the better or for the worse had yet to be determined.

her memories of the past are always shrouded in confusion when recalling it, merely because she'd made it that way. she hated remembering before... because before had changed her.

glacier had to have been five moons, still in the nursery then, when her mother rushed inside, eyes wide in panic. she remembers sharing a confused glance with tundra, had asked her what was wrong, yet what came from her mouth only managed to confuse the two of them further. "sacrifice?! like hell they'll... and your own father... i can't even..."

glacier understood, then. the old one had made up his mind about her. the odd-eyed little one, with eyes the color of water and earth. he'd thought her chosen, in the beginning, proclaimed she would bring about greatness for the salvation in due time. the healer had advised against him saying such things, knowing very well that they would blame her for any wrongs that befell the clan.

and blame her they did.

neophytes (much like apprentices) had begun to get picked off by bobcats, foxes, even eagles. the acolytes, those meant to protect and hunt for the salvation, fell from paths they'd taken all their lives and were succumbing to illnesses even the healer couldn't cure. and when her cavern collapsed in on itself, effectively trapping and killing those within it — healer included — the remainder of the salvation called for glacier's blood on the next full moon. and, as far as the old one was concerned, they would have it.

under the cloak of a crackling sky and incessant rainfall, glacier's mother aimed to get her and tundra as far away from the salvation as she could. glacier could remember how she'd claimed the allfather was finally punishing the old one and his followers for their wicked ways, how they were only using her as a scapegoat for their sins.

the three of them had covered a decent amount of ground before diesel ambushed them, bowling duchess over. glacier knew her mother to be more docile, had never known her to bare her fangs at anyone, yet she had not hesitated with diesel. even though she fought her hardest, she'd been no match for him when he'd torn his claws across her throat, his sights set on glacier the moment she stopped breathing.

he never made it to her, though.

her older brother, salem, had caught up with the lot of them. he wasted no time in clashing with diesel, yowling at her and tundra to run. glacier stood there, in grief and anger and shock, unable to move due to the events unfolding before her. it had been tundra that had shoved her, forced her to move, and the next thing she knew, she was sprinting.

her mind grows clouded again. she doesn't remember much about what happened next. there'd been the sound of rushing water. tundra had yowled her name. she was falling... and then everything had gone dark.

glacier had woken up on the shores of an island inhabited by the clan, though she hadn't known it to be such at the time. this place was new and about just as terrifying as it was exciting. for the better part of two moons, she kept to what the clans called the outlands, settling on learning to survive on her own. she was too far away from her homeland to do much else, and the scent of cats that blew on the wind terrified her more than intrigued her, keeping her from venturing any farther from the area she'd woken up to. her mother was dead. she knew not the fate of her brothers or their father. she only had herself to rely on and, until recently, she'd hoped that would be enough.

season 2023