Post by Blue Horse on Oct 4, 2016 22:09:26 GMT -5
Blackbird
Female
21 Moons ~ 1.9 Years
Loner
Blackbird could be described as long; long legged and long bodied. The she-cat's face is narrow with her ears placed high on her head, adding to the appearance of her slenderness. Her tail is of normal length, but is considered short by comparison to the rest of the female's frame.
Her fur is short and silky, slimming her further. Blackbird is a black tuxedo with a thin, white blaze running between bright yellow eyes to the tip of her muzzle, where it connects to the white of her chin. A white bib tappers down to a point on her chest and then widens again on her belly. The she-cat's front paws are white up to the wrists, and the white of her hind paws reaches to her hock joints before ending.
Despite being a loner, Blackbird is shy and timid. She doesn't care for being alone and prefers to simply sit in one's company. She is rather quiet and will only speak if spoken to the majority of the time. Though, once she gets to know one better, Blackbird does enjoy conversation. She has s soft spot for kits, and can be found milling around with the tiny fluff balls. She rather dislikes cats with a bossy streak and cant stand gossip.
Due to Blackbird's over all quietness, others have a tendency to tell her their secrets, knowing she would never tell another soul. Because of this, the she-cat often has a harder time being open about herself. She knows the dark secrets of some that if others knew, they would never think of them the same.
Father: Unknown
Mother: Leaf - A smallish calico bi-color, green eyes ~ Deceased
Sister/Litter-mate: Sage - A lanky black tortoiseshell, yellow eyes ~ Unknown
Sister/Litter-mate: Holly - A small boned calico van, yellow/green eyes ~ Alive/Unknown
Friend/Den mate: Locust - A large boned, tan tabby bi-color tom, yellow eyes ~ Unknown
History
Female
21 Moons ~ 1.9 Years
Loner
Blackbird could be described as long; long legged and long bodied. The she-cat's face is narrow with her ears placed high on her head, adding to the appearance of her slenderness. Her tail is of normal length, but is considered short by comparison to the rest of the female's frame.
Her fur is short and silky, slimming her further. Blackbird is a black tuxedo with a thin, white blaze running between bright yellow eyes to the tip of her muzzle, where it connects to the white of her chin. A white bib tappers down to a point on her chest and then widens again on her belly. The she-cat's front paws are white up to the wrists, and the white of her hind paws reaches to her hock joints before ending.
Despite being a loner, Blackbird is shy and timid. She doesn't care for being alone and prefers to simply sit in one's company. She is rather quiet and will only speak if spoken to the majority of the time. Though, once she gets to know one better, Blackbird does enjoy conversation. She has s soft spot for kits, and can be found milling around with the tiny fluff balls. She rather dislikes cats with a bossy streak and cant stand gossip.
Due to Blackbird's over all quietness, others have a tendency to tell her their secrets, knowing she would never tell another soul. Because of this, the she-cat often has a harder time being open about herself. She knows the dark secrets of some that if others knew, they would never think of them the same.
Father: Unknown
Mother: Leaf - A smallish calico bi-color, green eyes ~ Deceased
Sister/Litter-mate: Sage - A lanky black tortoiseshell, yellow eyes ~ Unknown
Sister/Litter-mate: Holly - A small boned calico van, yellow/green eyes ~ Alive/Unknown
Friend/Den mate: Locust - A large boned, tan tabby bi-color tom, yellow eyes ~ Unknown
History
Blackbird was born in a small colony of cats. She lived with her mother, Leaf, and two sisters in a hallowed log at the base of a large ravine. Another queen nested with her litter of four in the log, sharing the dark space. The tiny tuxedo she-kit had a rather normal kitten-hood, being playful and curious of the world around her. She, her sisters, and the other kits milled around the colony's camp, causing trouble for the older cats.
As she grew, no longer needing to remain in the safety of kit den, Blackbird grasped an understanding of life. Death. The other queen's runt and only she-kit, Kite, died from injuries sustained by falling. The group of kits were happily playing just outside of the camp, at the top of the ravine. An old birch fell during a summer storm and was leaning on a neighbor across the ravine. The kits knew they were not allowed to play on the tree, or at least Blackbird and her sisters, Holly and Sage. The tuxedo she-kit only saw when Kite squealed and clung to the log hanging over the ravine. One of her brothers, Locust, charged after her. Blackbird would have thought he had reached her in time, and the other she-kit was so tiny he would have no trouble lifting her to safety, but Kite lost her hold and plummeted to an agonizing death. The other queen mourned the loss of her only daughter, as did Kite's brothers except for Locust.
When she was nine moons old, Blackbird honed in on her hunting skills. She and her sister Holly were basically inseparable, doing everything together, despite how different they were. Blackbird was taller and longer than her calico van sibling, while Holly was more outgoing and self-confident than Blackbird. Sage, on the other hand, was bossy and self-centered. Often, the tortie she-cat would belittle Blackbird only to have Holly give it right back.
Eventually, at eleven moons, Sage left the colony claiming to go out on her own and find cats to start a family with, while Blackbird and Holly remained. It was also around this time that the quiet, timid Blackbird caught the eye of the older and much larger Locust. The female always had a dislike for the tan tabby tom but shrugged it off. Her mother had always taught her to be kind to others until they prove otherwise, though she still couldn't shake off the dark feeling he brought her. For several moons Locust tried to seduce her, and somehow she always remained courteous with him while skirting his attempts. Others in the colony even tried to convince her that Locust was a good choice for a mate, but she couldn't get past his ominous presence.
At fifteen moons, when the leaves had long fallen from the branches and one's breath came in white puffs of steam, Blackbird finally found out Locust's secret. The she-cat had finally decided to pair with Locust, setting aside all the dark thoughts she had about him. Give him and chance, as Holly had said. But as she lay next to him, her fur against his, he whispered to her. Not sweet words of love or adoration, but a dark and murderous secret. A secret that Blackbird had always wondered, always known, but pushed it aside. No, he couldn't have.. Why? The next morning, Blackbird said goodbye to Holly, wishing her now pregnant sister the best of life and ran from the darkness that would always haunt her.
Now the black tuxedo she-cat wonders the woods, always guarding herself from others, never really trusting anyone. Though she does hope to find a family, a group of cats, another colony perhaps. And secretly wishes to someone to love and trust with all her being to keep her safe.
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