RIVER WHERE

LOTUS FALLS

Tribe of Floating Stones

blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes

River isn't the biggest cat around, and no growing or aging unfortunately is going to turn that around. In fact, to no surprise, River was actually the runt of her litter, and became the runt of her tribe when she stopped growing the second she became an apprentice. To make matters worse, on top of her delicate size is a delicate figure. River's muscles are lacking, and if it wasn't for how healthy she was she would look like she was on the verge of starvation with out slim this she-cat is.

Her fur is short and coarse, as well as ticked with a light to dark gradient for her entire pelt. She has a blue gray coloring to her body, the only markings she possesses besides her ticked pelt being a few tabby stripes decorating her cheeks. River also has a light underbelly and chin, not light enough to qualify as white but not dark enough to qualify as gray.

River also posesses a very long, skinny tail, a matching feature to her overall skinny structure. A brilliant teal color to her eyes blend in to her cool hues, giving her face extra life. She also has a very oriental face, giving her a very prestigious look.

MOODY

River is very touchy, even the smallest thing either enraging her or sending her into a pit of sadness. Either way, you can expect it to never be any positive emotion. You could probably even compliment this she-cat and it still turn into an insult for her.

INTELLIGENT

River is very, very intelligent. She is constantly thinking ahead, analyzing anything and everything and always considering every option. If it wasn't for her lack of charisma, she would have made a great leader purely on how well of a planner and organizer she is. River isn't afraid of being in control, and when she is, she is able to play everyone like a chess board, configuring any opportunities she can. She also absorbs information well, and her photographic memory provides useful for all her absorbing needs.

LONER

River is the definition of anti-social. She is always alone and prefers it. Any dialog she ever has with a cat is always obviously tense and stressful for her, for every conversation with her always converts into vague or one word responses or quick exits. River has developed a habit of immediately getting annoyed at any other cat's company, making it practically impossible to satisfyingly talk to her. If she had it her way, she would enclose herself in a wall of thorns just so she didn't have to see anyone ever again.

MOTIVATED

River likes to consume herself in all business and tasks, her motivation her only drive to keep walking. Obsessed with proving herself, she has an ambition that strives her to tackle any challenge or task, just even the sparkle of recognition fueling everything she does.

River had been the only survivor of a litter of three, which had been ironic considering she was the obvious runt of the siblings. However she survived, it was quite the bittersweet miracle, for being small would end up being the limelight of the she-cat's existence. Growing up, her parents had been extremely over protective of her, dictating every breath their kit took. With her size and delicate form, it was no wonder there was extra precautions taken in order to conserve their last surviving blood.

But in turn, River grew up very sheltered from the rest of the tribe, not knowing a single name except Creek's amd her own parents until the day she started training. In turn, socializing became a challenge for her, which was quite a concern considering how close knit the tribe was. This created some strain when she left the nest, being the black sheep of her colleagues because of her anti-social tendencies and difficulties in conversing.

To avoid bullies or prying eyes, River had given up on providing a salvageable image and instead opted to become a loner, refusing to talk to anyone but her higher ups and dismissing any conversations with brutal remarks or silence. This is what morphed River's shy and mysterious persona into a more angry and alone aura. Her frustrations in her failures in fitting in with her peers has definitely made her more against having any friends at all.

This had not dampened her need to prove herself, though. Not even her parents could ever see how strong she was or ever provide her with a vote of confidence. Their main focus was always her safety, nothing more, nothing less. They could never focus on what she did right, just how her fragility could have caused her harm. Even in front of her peers River would seek chances to prove how capable of a cat she was. That determination for positive attention would cause trouble, though, when the she-cat went on a solo hunt for a hawk causing trouble for the tribe.

River had actually managed to not only sneak up on the trouble maker, but actually get the pounce on it. But as River latched herself onto its back, her weight wasn't enough to hold it down, and they practically fought for dominance in the air, River's claws the only thing still gripping onto the bird of prey. The hawk had managed to tumble her into a rock, knocking her out. But as her consciousness drifted away, she managed to catch a glimpse of her father at his attempt at saving her. Attempt was the key word.

River didn't find out her father had died at the hawk's vengeful claws until she woke up in Creek's den, cobweb cushioning the cut on her head where she hit the rock. After that incident, her mother wasn't the same, casting blame not for River's bad plan of action, but her size. The fact that she had successfully hunted the hawk and still had trouble due to her weight had more than worried her mother. In fact, it was a repeated fact from her very lips that if her small body could cause the death of her father, it would be the death of River as well. River knew her mother blamed her for her father's death, as well as lost all belief she could become a valuable member of the tribe. But for some reason she keeps trying, one day hoping to prove herself.

Although she has risen to the ranks of stone-guard still unsure of herself and yet to truly prove herself, she holds the rank with pride as taking care of the island was already a favored hobby of hers. In recognition of her love of the island and all its natural glory, her small stature did not matter in being chosen for her current role as guard. But her true joy in life had come in the form of a cat.

During her moons of training, Hemlock had been the only cat stubborn enough to penetrate himself into her isolated form of existence, his innocent mission of friendship slowly tearing down her walls of distrust. Before she knew it, she was in love. But since the great fire that raged through the tribe's territory, all she can think of is having kits with Hemlock before they die. She only hopes that Hemlock won't go anywhere, physically or emotionally.