Post by gammaneise on Apr 27, 2020 12:50:07 GMT -6
Fern Painted by
Summer Dew
Tribe of Floating Stones
Tall, long-furred silver tabby tom with green eyes.
prey-hunter
Tom
43 moons
Appearance
STATURE -
Similar to his siblings, though not as similar to his fellow prey-hunters, Fern boasts a bulkier build than average. That being said, he lacks the musculature his siblings bear, the majority of his strength present in his long legs. Fern is taller than most of his prey-hunter tribemates, though when compared to the average stone-guard, he is often noticeably shorter. As such, Fern's build is on the cusp between the two roles, looking rather out of place in both settings. If ever pushed to fight, Fern will often rely on his weight as an advantage, being bulkier than average, though his size hasn't been all too helpful in his prey-hunting endeavours. Despite this, Fern's strong legs make him a dangerously fast runner, the tom often focusing on larger prey such as raccoons, hares and beavers.
PELT-
Fern's long, feathery fur is reminiscent of that of his family's, and once again, a rather uncommon sight among the prey-hunters he works alongside. It is often a trifle to clean in his line of business, as he jokingly puts it. Colour-wise, Fern could have gone worse, however. His black tabby swirls the perfect camouflage against his stark, silver pelt. His chest and belly remain white in colour, tail a mix of blacks, silvers and greys. The mix of colour and texture round out to not hinder his hunting experience too much, while still making the tom seem all the larger to any smaller, shorthaired cats.
FACE-
Fern's face is less angular than many of his tribemates', barring his broader-faced brother, though his facial structure isn't as broad as averagely seen in the cats of the forest or the average stone-guard. The tom's facial structure is surprisingly thin underneath the abundance of fur gathered around his face, though not as noticeably as that of those with slimmer facial structures. What masks this is the tom's broad muzzle and large fangs, making him seem like a battle-oriented cat when this fact couldn't be farther from the truth. His ears are large and tufted with black fur, eyes almond-shaped and a dull green in colour.
Similar to his siblings, though not as similar to his fellow prey-hunters, Fern boasts a bulkier build than average. That being said, he lacks the musculature his siblings bear, the majority of his strength present in his long legs. Fern is taller than most of his prey-hunter tribemates, though when compared to the average stone-guard, he is often noticeably shorter. As such, Fern's build is on the cusp between the two roles, looking rather out of place in both settings. If ever pushed to fight, Fern will often rely on his weight as an advantage, being bulkier than average, though his size hasn't been all too helpful in his prey-hunting endeavours. Despite this, Fern's strong legs make him a dangerously fast runner, the tom often focusing on larger prey such as raccoons, hares and beavers.
PELT-
Fern's long, feathery fur is reminiscent of that of his family's, and once again, a rather uncommon sight among the prey-hunters he works alongside. It is often a trifle to clean in his line of business, as he jokingly puts it. Colour-wise, Fern could have gone worse, however. His black tabby swirls the perfect camouflage against his stark, silver pelt. His chest and belly remain white in colour, tail a mix of blacks, silvers and greys. The mix of colour and texture round out to not hinder his hunting experience too much, while still making the tom seem all the larger to any smaller, shorthaired cats.
FACE-
Fern's face is less angular than many of his tribemates', barring his broader-faced brother, though his facial structure isn't as broad as averagely seen in the cats of the forest or the average stone-guard. The tom's facial structure is surprisingly thin underneath the abundance of fur gathered around his face, though not as noticeably as that of those with slimmer facial structures. What masks this is the tom's broad muzzle and large fangs, making him seem like a battle-oriented cat when this fact couldn't be farther from the truth. His ears are large and tufted with black fur, eyes almond-shaped and a dull green in colour.
Personality
"It's nice to know that the future's looking bright for you, too."
Teacherly | Benevolent | Observant | Humble | Gentle
Fern's primary focus within the tribe, due to his own struggles with abandonment in the past, is to be a guiding figure for the young to-be's who are still struggling to find their way. He's been in their pawsteps before, unsure of his place, and is known to encourage young cats to follow their interests in order to fit into a role that suits them best. As such, he is a benevolent and patient teacher, aware that learning isn't as steady a curve as it could be. Fern wishes the best for all of his tribemates, and though often keeping his distance and unsure of the strength of his bonds, he enjoys working for the tribe as a whole, applying his benevolent nature to the entirety of the tribe rather than any select individuals. He is observant in many ways, observant to subtle physical changes as well as emotional and behavioural changes and knows how to tread lightly in emotional turmoil, relying on shared experience to help those in need. Fern is a gentle soul, mild-mannered and slow to outrage or over-excitement, making him level-headed when the situation calls for it.
Repentant | Hesitant | Disorganised | Fatalistic | Nervous
Fern's past hasn't only led to his kinder nature, however. After the untimely death of his brother and his inability to act in this time, Fern has become overly repentant for his wrongdoings. The tom can quickly fall into sorrow at the simple idea of being unable to make a meeting or regularly visit others, only furthering his guilt and continuing the cycle further. He struggles to see himself as a role model due to his repentance, uncomfortable at the notion that cats would want to be like him. Fern's hesitance to act is spurred on by this, the tom often too hesitant to properly approach others and rekindle lost bonds, leaving him uncomfortably alone whenever he isn't outwardly socialising in a group. Fern is, naturally, disorganised in manner. His past a mixed mess of activity, Fern has never truly adapted to a set regime and can often overshoot his work or play, the tom often forgetting to do simple tasks in favour of sticking to what he's already doing, his needs being ignored as a result. Fern's fatalism was spurred on by the many poor outcomes he'd had hope in in the past, and has carried on to this day. In the face of danger, harm, or even opinion, Fern will always assume the worst and believe that there's no way out of a bad situation. This causes him to be innately nervous, alarmed whenever something seems off or when he believes others to be in danger.
Teacherly | Benevolent | Observant | Humble | Gentle
Fern's primary focus within the tribe, due to his own struggles with abandonment in the past, is to be a guiding figure for the young to-be's who are still struggling to find their way. He's been in their pawsteps before, unsure of his place, and is known to encourage young cats to follow their interests in order to fit into a role that suits them best. As such, he is a benevolent and patient teacher, aware that learning isn't as steady a curve as it could be. Fern wishes the best for all of his tribemates, and though often keeping his distance and unsure of the strength of his bonds, he enjoys working for the tribe as a whole, applying his benevolent nature to the entirety of the tribe rather than any select individuals. He is observant in many ways, observant to subtle physical changes as well as emotional and behavioural changes and knows how to tread lightly in emotional turmoil, relying on shared experience to help those in need. Fern is a gentle soul, mild-mannered and slow to outrage or over-excitement, making him level-headed when the situation calls for it.
Repentant | Hesitant | Disorganised | Fatalistic | Nervous
Fern's past hasn't only led to his kinder nature, however. After the untimely death of his brother and his inability to act in this time, Fern has become overly repentant for his wrongdoings. The tom can quickly fall into sorrow at the simple idea of being unable to make a meeting or regularly visit others, only furthering his guilt and continuing the cycle further. He struggles to see himself as a role model due to his repentance, uncomfortable at the notion that cats would want to be like him. Fern's hesitance to act is spurred on by this, the tom often too hesitant to properly approach others and rekindle lost bonds, leaving him uncomfortably alone whenever he isn't outwardly socialising in a group. Fern is, naturally, disorganised in manner. His past a mixed mess of activity, Fern has never truly adapted to a set regime and can often overshoot his work or play, the tom often forgetting to do simple tasks in favour of sticking to what he's already doing, his needs being ignored as a result. Fern's fatalism was spurred on by the many poor outcomes he'd had hope in in the past, and has carried on to this day. In the face of danger, harm, or even opinion, Fern will always assume the worst and believe that there's no way out of a bad situation. This causes him to be innately nervous, alarmed whenever something seems off or when he believes others to be in danger.
History
KIT -
The landscape was covered in a layer of frost, a warning of winter's arrival that heeded disaster for the tight-knit family.
Fern was born in a litter of four, the last to be born amongst his two brothers and one sister. Loon, Cardinal and Blackbird had all come before him, his name a mark of hope for the coming seasons and the future comfort they would find. The cusp of winter was a poor time to rear kits, however, the severity of the season driving the young siblings' mother, Nettle, to keep the litter in the safety of her nest. Fern and his siblings were confined to this place for the first four moons of their lives, the young tom only having his parents and littermates for company. Fern was eager to step paw outside of the den whenever he had the chance, though much to his dismay, his mother pulled him away from the curious, biting cold of the outside world.
During that time, the young Fern would grow rather accustomed to his father, Coyote's complaints, as little as he understood the severity of their situation. Coyote was adamant that the children should not be sheltered for so long, though Nettle refused to let her kits face the dangerous cold in fear of them falling ill. Complaints fell on empty ears, and as Fern's father grew more and more distant from his kits, he soon became an example of what Nettle had feared for her children.
Isolated from the tribe, one member less, the family adjusted to their confinement.
The disappearance of Coyote hadn't been so sudden, and thus Fern had never truly questioned where his father had gone. It wasn't odd for him to leave them be, and Nettle wasn't as shaken as many love-struck cats would expect. His mother was hard to read, a solid wall of stoicism that never weakened, despite their situation. Attachment with his mother becoming strained, Fern soon relied on his siblings, playing and mischief-making with Loon and Cardinal, while Blackbird soon took up a role of responsibility for them.
Fern's struggles to connect with his mother only weakened over time, as the she-cat distanced herself from the kits more and more. Nettle was becoming like their father, a thought that upset the young tom to no end, though his comforts slowly resurfaced as Blackbird tried her best to fill in for their absent mother, losing a youth of her own in the process. Fern's fears of losing yet another family member as their mother grew distant culminated in Loon's sickness as spring returned.
Fern still erring on the side of hope, his positivity dwindled as his brother grew sicker still. Fern, in his oncoming grief, struggled to be by the side of his once-mischievous playmate as the tom grew weaker. Guilt was something that Fern had no idea how to grapple with, nor the displacement of his grief at his brother's passing, and the stress of their mother's departure around the time of Loon's death became too much for Fern to handle. Whenever he would look at Cardinal or Blackbird, the thought of his supposed betrayal would cross his mind, leaving the tom feeling lesser about himself.
TO-BE -
The family would only diverge with fate, as united as they remained in bond.
Fern's entry into his status as a to-be was less than smooth, the brother who should have trained with them all being absent from the group. Fern found confiding in his siblings difficult in this time, Blackbird gaining her maturity early on and Cardinal's bitterness towards their mother only furthering the young tom's guilt at his own abandonment. They were all he had, however, as different as they all were. Loon had been left behind by him, though surely he wouldn't let his other siblings go.
Fern found himself to be a promising hunter early on, his attention to detail clear and his fleet-footedness lending a great deal to his hunting abilities. His reserved, flighty nature, speed and caution outlined his future as a prey-hunter, unlike Cardinal and Blackbird. He lacked their steadfastness, the very steadfastness that had glued the family together as their parents had drifted away. Fern's insecurity as a family member only drew him further away, the tom just as scared of losing them as he was of keeping them close.
He truly took his separate path once the teller had assigned him to his rightful training as a prey-hunter, his siblings only fittingly stone-guards. His focus had shifted to his fellow prey-hunters, like-minded cats who he knew he'd have to rely on during his lifetime. He rarely got the chance to interact with his brother and sister afterwards, and often lacked the confidence whenever the timing between their interactions became too long to explain.
PREY-HUNTER -
A family unit of one was the end result, though even the tom himself didn't want this to be the end.
Fern adapted to his life as a prey-hunter quickly, the fleeting thrill of the hunt the perfect distraction from his guilt-ridden past. In a sense, he felt self-sufficient. Blackbird's mothering had become a thing of the past, as much as he missed their talk. Cardinal had changed so quickly in the eyes of Fern, and thus they remained separate. Fern devoted himself to his duties and his fellow prey-hunters, as though his attentiveness to their needs could make up for his past failures to act.
Fern was an active participant in training to-be's once he'd gained enough experience, patient and nurturing to those slow to catch on and praise-heavy whenever young cats succeeded. At times, he saw aspects of the young cats he trained in his distant siblings, still proud to see some clear stone-guard traits in the cats he trained. A young cat by the name of Sun showed particular promise, her perseverance in the face of adversity reminiscent of his own family's struggles. He couldn't help but feel prideful for such a cat, as much as he knew that they would probably grow distant in the future, too.
RELATIONS -
Mother: Nettle who Blooms without Color
Father: Coyote who Bays at Moon [deceased]
Brother: Loon Warbling by Gentle Stream [deceased]
Brother: Cardinal Perching on Snowy Branches
Sister: Blackbird who Carries Winter Frost
The landscape was covered in a layer of frost, a warning of winter's arrival that heeded disaster for the tight-knit family.
Fern was born in a litter of four, the last to be born amongst his two brothers and one sister. Loon, Cardinal and Blackbird had all come before him, his name a mark of hope for the coming seasons and the future comfort they would find. The cusp of winter was a poor time to rear kits, however, the severity of the season driving the young siblings' mother, Nettle, to keep the litter in the safety of her nest. Fern and his siblings were confined to this place for the first four moons of their lives, the young tom only having his parents and littermates for company. Fern was eager to step paw outside of the den whenever he had the chance, though much to his dismay, his mother pulled him away from the curious, biting cold of the outside world.
During that time, the young Fern would grow rather accustomed to his father, Coyote's complaints, as little as he understood the severity of their situation. Coyote was adamant that the children should not be sheltered for so long, though Nettle refused to let her kits face the dangerous cold in fear of them falling ill. Complaints fell on empty ears, and as Fern's father grew more and more distant from his kits, he soon became an example of what Nettle had feared for her children.
Isolated from the tribe, one member less, the family adjusted to their confinement.
The disappearance of Coyote hadn't been so sudden, and thus Fern had never truly questioned where his father had gone. It wasn't odd for him to leave them be, and Nettle wasn't as shaken as many love-struck cats would expect. His mother was hard to read, a solid wall of stoicism that never weakened, despite their situation. Attachment with his mother becoming strained, Fern soon relied on his siblings, playing and mischief-making with Loon and Cardinal, while Blackbird soon took up a role of responsibility for them.
Fern's struggles to connect with his mother only weakened over time, as the she-cat distanced herself from the kits more and more. Nettle was becoming like their father, a thought that upset the young tom to no end, though his comforts slowly resurfaced as Blackbird tried her best to fill in for their absent mother, losing a youth of her own in the process. Fern's fears of losing yet another family member as their mother grew distant culminated in Loon's sickness as spring returned.
Fern still erring on the side of hope, his positivity dwindled as his brother grew sicker still. Fern, in his oncoming grief, struggled to be by the side of his once-mischievous playmate as the tom grew weaker. Guilt was something that Fern had no idea how to grapple with, nor the displacement of his grief at his brother's passing, and the stress of their mother's departure around the time of Loon's death became too much for Fern to handle. Whenever he would look at Cardinal or Blackbird, the thought of his supposed betrayal would cross his mind, leaving the tom feeling lesser about himself.
TO-BE -
The family would only diverge with fate, as united as they remained in bond.
Fern's entry into his status as a to-be was less than smooth, the brother who should have trained with them all being absent from the group. Fern found confiding in his siblings difficult in this time, Blackbird gaining her maturity early on and Cardinal's bitterness towards their mother only furthering the young tom's guilt at his own abandonment. They were all he had, however, as different as they all were. Loon had been left behind by him, though surely he wouldn't let his other siblings go.
Fern found himself to be a promising hunter early on, his attention to detail clear and his fleet-footedness lending a great deal to his hunting abilities. His reserved, flighty nature, speed and caution outlined his future as a prey-hunter, unlike Cardinal and Blackbird. He lacked their steadfastness, the very steadfastness that had glued the family together as their parents had drifted away. Fern's insecurity as a family member only drew him further away, the tom just as scared of losing them as he was of keeping them close.
He truly took his separate path once the teller had assigned him to his rightful training as a prey-hunter, his siblings only fittingly stone-guards. His focus had shifted to his fellow prey-hunters, like-minded cats who he knew he'd have to rely on during his lifetime. He rarely got the chance to interact with his brother and sister afterwards, and often lacked the confidence whenever the timing between their interactions became too long to explain.
PREY-HUNTER -
A family unit of one was the end result, though even the tom himself didn't want this to be the end.
Fern adapted to his life as a prey-hunter quickly, the fleeting thrill of the hunt the perfect distraction from his guilt-ridden past. In a sense, he felt self-sufficient. Blackbird's mothering had become a thing of the past, as much as he missed their talk. Cardinal had changed so quickly in the eyes of Fern, and thus they remained separate. Fern devoted himself to his duties and his fellow prey-hunters, as though his attentiveness to their needs could make up for his past failures to act.
Fern was an active participant in training to-be's once he'd gained enough experience, patient and nurturing to those slow to catch on and praise-heavy whenever young cats succeeded. At times, he saw aspects of the young cats he trained in his distant siblings, still proud to see some clear stone-guard traits in the cats he trained. A young cat by the name of Sun showed particular promise, her perseverance in the face of adversity reminiscent of his own family's struggles. He couldn't help but feel prideful for such a cat, as much as he knew that they would probably grow distant in the future, too.
RELATIONS -
Mother: Nettle who Blooms without Color
Father: Coyote who Bays at Moon [deceased]
Brother: Loon Warbling by Gentle Stream [deceased]
Brother: Cardinal Perching on Snowy Branches
Sister: Blackbird who Carries Winter Frost
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