Post by Egotistic on Apr 20, 2020 23:48:40 GMT -6
Primrose who flowers by Night
Tribe of Floating Stones
a black-smoke she-cat with vibrant amber eyes.
to-be
she-cat
7 moons
Appearance
Born the runt of the litter, Primrose will never know anything in the way of lofty proportions; foreign to her are the broad lines, long legs, and rippling muscles so generously bestowed upon her siblings, for she is of a meeker design. Hers is of willowy limbs—of lean muscle, close-set shoulders, and gaunt lines. Her head, while broad, is more angular than her siblings, sharp in its borders with ears perched atop it that seem far too big for such a small and trifling skull as hers. And beneath them, round and unblinking, are eyes so large they seem to fill the whole of her face, each exuding an almost feverish amber glow. Set in a face of smoky black, they give off an alarmingly vibrant effect.
Which leads to the matter of her coat.
While Primrose is nothing impressive in physique, her coat more than makes up for what the rest of her lacks. As long as it is thick, the black-smoke hairs come together to form a resplendent pelt of lustrous fur. With each step she takes, her colors seem to shift and change, giving rise to the smoky undertones and muted markings hidden beneath a darker black overlay. It is a coat in which, had she a mind, she would take a great deal of pride in, though in a typical kits simplicity, its appeal is lost beneath the kinks and tangles of play.
Which leads to the matter of her coat.
While Primrose is nothing impressive in physique, her coat more than makes up for what the rest of her lacks. As long as it is thick, the black-smoke hairs come together to form a resplendent pelt of lustrous fur. With each step she takes, her colors seem to shift and change, giving rise to the smoky undertones and muted markings hidden beneath a darker black overlay. It is a coat in which, had she a mind, she would take a great deal of pride in, though in a typical kits simplicity, its appeal is lost beneath the kinks and tangles of play.
Personality
“People come in many colors like the sky…."
First, the colors.
Then the people.
That is how Primrose sees things; although whether by some affliction of the womb or as a result of her diminutive size, no one is entirely sure. Whatever the case—or, rather, cause, the result is an atypical mind, one that is not wholly steeped in reality but instead leans more in favor of that which is offered in abstraction—in colors and emotions rather than anything of substantiality. For Primrose does not perceive her surroundings as others might with words and common phrases, but instead associates each sensation with something of visual significance. And with a mind so inclined to colors, those things can be described best with the use of such. In this way, where to some a pleasant feeling would be described as happiness or contentment, Primrose would instead express such feelings in shades of blue, for to her happiness is an azure sky—contentment is topaz and peace is indigo.
Everything has its own color, and so she expresses each feeling and sensation in a similarly visual manner.
“…some are blue, other’s grey and black…”
But where such reasoning is in perfect accordance with her own thoughts, Primrose often lacks the words to project said meaning to her peers, and more oft than not is more misunderstood in her intent than the latter. But having been born simple of mind, it is an affliction that appears to bring her little in the way of discontentment. Quite the opposite, in fact, for in addition to thinking in a way that many would regard as strange, she seems to equally unusual in that she is disconnected from the world around her—as unaware and ignorant of others as they are of her.
This lack of awareness, while a burden to others, is not one that outright affects Primrose, but rather her relationship with others, for she is not one who puts much mind into matters such as tact. Instead, having very little room in her head to analyze and decipher how her words affect those around her, she speaks plainly and promptly without any consideration for timing much rather the feelings of those she talks to. In this way, it is not unheard of for her to stumble her way unwittingly into trouble, and while she, personally, is not the least bit bothered by this fact, for those who look after her, she can become a liability.
“…some are even cloudy. They can rain and snow inside.”
However, despite her oblivious nature, let it not be inferred that Primrose cannot feel; if anything, she feels in excess. Herself possessing a high capacity for empathy, while she lacks the words to adequately convey this understanding, she is not unable to comprehend and share the feelings of others. It is this which draws her to some and repels her from others (herself claiming to be able to tell when someone is cloudy or sunny inside), making her one who either trusts entirely or not at all based solely on first impressions.
First, the colors.
Then the people.
That is how Primrose sees things; although whether by some affliction of the womb or as a result of her diminutive size, no one is entirely sure. Whatever the case—or, rather, cause, the result is an atypical mind, one that is not wholly steeped in reality but instead leans more in favor of that which is offered in abstraction—in colors and emotions rather than anything of substantiality. For Primrose does not perceive her surroundings as others might with words and common phrases, but instead associates each sensation with something of visual significance. And with a mind so inclined to colors, those things can be described best with the use of such. In this way, where to some a pleasant feeling would be described as happiness or contentment, Primrose would instead express such feelings in shades of blue, for to her happiness is an azure sky—contentment is topaz and peace is indigo.
Everything has its own color, and so she expresses each feeling and sensation in a similarly visual manner.
“…some are blue, other’s grey and black…”
But where such reasoning is in perfect accordance with her own thoughts, Primrose often lacks the words to project said meaning to her peers, and more oft than not is more misunderstood in her intent than the latter. But having been born simple of mind, it is an affliction that appears to bring her little in the way of discontentment. Quite the opposite, in fact, for in addition to thinking in a way that many would regard as strange, she seems to equally unusual in that she is disconnected from the world around her—as unaware and ignorant of others as they are of her.
This lack of awareness, while a burden to others, is not one that outright affects Primrose, but rather her relationship with others, for she is not one who puts much mind into matters such as tact. Instead, having very little room in her head to analyze and decipher how her words affect those around her, she speaks plainly and promptly without any consideration for timing much rather the feelings of those she talks to. In this way, it is not unheard of for her to stumble her way unwittingly into trouble, and while she, personally, is not the least bit bothered by this fact, for those who look after her, she can become a liability.
“…some are even cloudy. They can rain and snow inside.”
However, despite her oblivious nature, let it not be inferred that Primrose cannot feel; if anything, she feels in excess. Herself possessing a high capacity for empathy, while she lacks the words to adequately convey this understanding, she is not unable to comprehend and share the feelings of others. It is this which draws her to some and repels her from others (herself claiming to be able to tell when someone is cloudy or sunny inside), making her one who either trusts entirely or not at all based solely on first impressions.
History
The first-born daughter to Blackbird and Talon, Primrose is one in a litter of three consisting of her brother Falcon and sister Song. She is the runt of the litter, born both peculiar in size and, as many will soon find out, mind.
