Opossum That Creeps At Night - Tribe Prey Hunter
Nov 30, 2021 0:08:10 GMT -5
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Name: Opossum That Creeps At Night
Age: 36 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: The Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Prey-Hunter
Picture:
#1 // #2 // #3 // #4
Pictures belong to: Regina
Description: A gray tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes.
Description Summary:
Opossum is a lithe and agile cat, though one might not think so at first looks alone. The she-cat has a long, fluffy coat that is typically messy and unkempt, giving her a more pudgy appearance. She is not among the many cats who constantly groom themselves so its not surprising to the cats that know her when her fur is curled up in strange ways. It's almost like a calling card for the she-cat to have messy looking fur.
Aside from her unkempt looks, she has a gray tabby coat which is accented by some light shade of browns around her chin and underbelly. A coat coloring that her father was well-known for carrying and now she bears that same resemblance. Another feature that is noticeable on this she-cat is her large eyes that boast a brilliant shade of green. Against her grayed features, her eyes are almost creepily bright colored. While her brick red nose, appears more suited to be on her face.
Personality:
Opossum is a very spiritual sort of feline. She has a great respect for the Ancestors and for the life they give and take to those among the living. Due to this respect, she has a very morbid set of interests. Seeing corpses or even bones that have been sitting, pique this she-cat's interest. She finds it so fascinating that something was once living in the body and it just seems to rise and leave the body behind to join the Ancestors above. This gives one an overall curiosity about the life the body once led. So she tends to be a little distracted and scatterbrained when she spots anything involving life or death.
Along with this morbid interest of hers, this she-cat also has a great respect for life itself. In the event of another cat's death, this she-cat is among the first to pay her respects and she will go out of her way to make sure said cat receives the burial they so deserve. She is the same way when it comes to hunting for prey. When she catches something, she will say a special thank you to the animal and to the Ancestors for permitting her to feed her clan with their body. Then she will either tote it back to camp or find a place to hide the corpse. She will NOT bury the prey in the dirt to hide it from predators like most cats do. She finds this to be highly disrespectful to the dead critter and she takes this as far as refusing to touch prey that has clearly been put into the dirt. If there are signs that the prey was buried before being returned to camp, she will not eat it and will push it away. She in no way wants to partake in upsetting the dead; cats or otherwise. The reasoning for this, almost, backwards line of thinking is that the she-cat sees prey as a source of food for the Tribe so burying the prey then having to dig it from that resting place is just unnatural and weird to her.
While Opossum might discuss dark things, she is actually quite a clever individual. She enjoys sitting back, observing, and making decisions based on what she sees. For example, when drama happens, she watches and learns how certain cats react to certain things. So while she might not hold a relationship with many cats, she knows them in particular ways. This can come across as quite weird if brought up in conversation so she's been called a stalker or creeper on occasion. Many cats cannot relate to her interests in life and death so she has learned to keep to herself in this way. Watching the other cats from afar and being independent on her own, is the best course of action to avoid conflict with her tribe mates. Or so she thinks.
History:
Flower That Waves In The Wind [mother,adoptable]
Gray Cloud That Lingers In The Sky [father, adoptable]
Weasel That Hunts Alone [brother, adoptable]
Kestrel That Flies High [adoptable/old]
Flower and her mate Gray of the Tribe of Forgotten Waters were like any other happy couple. They got along even in the worst of times and like any other couple, they hoped to add to the ranks of their Tribe with young ones. They tried for many seasons to start their own family to no avail. Flower never showed symptoms that she was carrying no matter how often they tried and so the couple began to give up hope for ever having their own family. Then in the early days of Leaf-fall, Flower was overcome by a great deal of pain. When Gray and Skyteller came to aid her, they discovered that the she-cat was in active labor. Shocked by this, Gray set to getting the she-cat the aid of fellow kit-mothers to help deliver this totally unexpected litter.
After many hours with other tribe mates assisting his mate, Gray was summoned to the den to see his new family. Flower gave birth to a brown tabby tom as well as a gray tabby she-cat, the two quite small for newborn kits. After a long discussion, the pair decided that the young ones needed names to suit their situation. The brown tom was named "Weasel That Hunts Alone" because weasels were a very sneaky sort of animal, like this pregnancy was. The she-cat was dubbed "Opossum That Creeps At Night" to recognize the fact that the kits weren't born until well into the nighttime. Happy with their choices, the parents set to giving the kits all the love and care they could. Flower was very nuturing and supportive, allowing the kits to find their own strengths and their own interests. Weasel was the typical tom, he liked to show off and constantly would do things faster than any other youngster could to prove his agility. Opossum took on a more studious and dark persona. She would constantly ask her mother about the Ancestors and about things dying or coming to life. Things the typical cat would not be as worried about. But Flower didn't pay this any mind and fully supported her kit's interests, deeming her a "smart" one to cover up the morbid stuff.
It wasn't long before Weasel and Opossum were summoned to me dubbed To-Bes by Skyteller. With their agile bods and quick movements, the pair were both chosen as Prey Hunters for the tribe. Each given to a certain guide to help aid their training. Opossum was put under the watchful eye of Kestrel That Flies High, an older and respected Prey Hunter in the tribe. Kestrel was very old fashioned in his way of doing things. He had his set way of hunting and liked to push this onto his To-Bes. So Opossum followed his unique ways of hunting without question. Kestrel was deemed a strange individual as well so the two really hit it off making the training go by way faster than it seemed. By the time she was moved into the ranks of Prey Hunter, Opossum had developed a certain way of hunting and hiding prey while respecting the life she had taken.
Age: 36 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: The Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Prey-Hunter
Picture:
#1 // #2 // #3 // #4
Pictures belong to: Regina
Description: A gray tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes.
Description Summary:
Opossum is a lithe and agile cat, though one might not think so at first looks alone. The she-cat has a long, fluffy coat that is typically messy and unkempt, giving her a more pudgy appearance. She is not among the many cats who constantly groom themselves so its not surprising to the cats that know her when her fur is curled up in strange ways. It's almost like a calling card for the she-cat to have messy looking fur.
Aside from her unkempt looks, she has a gray tabby coat which is accented by some light shade of browns around her chin and underbelly. A coat coloring that her father was well-known for carrying and now she bears that same resemblance. Another feature that is noticeable on this she-cat is her large eyes that boast a brilliant shade of green. Against her grayed features, her eyes are almost creepily bright colored. While her brick red nose, appears more suited to be on her face.
Personality:
Opossum is a very spiritual sort of feline. She has a great respect for the Ancestors and for the life they give and take to those among the living. Due to this respect, she has a very morbid set of interests. Seeing corpses or even bones that have been sitting, pique this she-cat's interest. She finds it so fascinating that something was once living in the body and it just seems to rise and leave the body behind to join the Ancestors above. This gives one an overall curiosity about the life the body once led. So she tends to be a little distracted and scatterbrained when she spots anything involving life or death.
Along with this morbid interest of hers, this she-cat also has a great respect for life itself. In the event of another cat's death, this she-cat is among the first to pay her respects and she will go out of her way to make sure said cat receives the burial they so deserve. She is the same way when it comes to hunting for prey. When she catches something, she will say a special thank you to the animal and to the Ancestors for permitting her to feed her clan with their body. Then she will either tote it back to camp or find a place to hide the corpse. She will NOT bury the prey in the dirt to hide it from predators like most cats do. She finds this to be highly disrespectful to the dead critter and she takes this as far as refusing to touch prey that has clearly been put into the dirt. If there are signs that the prey was buried before being returned to camp, she will not eat it and will push it away. She in no way wants to partake in upsetting the dead; cats or otherwise. The reasoning for this, almost, backwards line of thinking is that the she-cat sees prey as a source of food for the Tribe so burying the prey then having to dig it from that resting place is just unnatural and weird to her.
While Opossum might discuss dark things, she is actually quite a clever individual. She enjoys sitting back, observing, and making decisions based on what she sees. For example, when drama happens, she watches and learns how certain cats react to certain things. So while she might not hold a relationship with many cats, she knows them in particular ways. This can come across as quite weird if brought up in conversation so she's been called a stalker or creeper on occasion. Many cats cannot relate to her interests in life and death so she has learned to keep to herself in this way. Watching the other cats from afar and being independent on her own, is the best course of action to avoid conflict with her tribe mates. Or so she thinks.
History:
Flower That Waves In The Wind [mother,adoptable]
Gray Cloud That Lingers In The Sky [father, adoptable]
Weasel That Hunts Alone [brother, adoptable]
Kestrel That Flies High [adoptable/old]
Flower and her mate Gray of the Tribe of Forgotten Waters were like any other happy couple. They got along even in the worst of times and like any other couple, they hoped to add to the ranks of their Tribe with young ones. They tried for many seasons to start their own family to no avail. Flower never showed symptoms that she was carrying no matter how often they tried and so the couple began to give up hope for ever having their own family. Then in the early days of Leaf-fall, Flower was overcome by a great deal of pain. When Gray and Skyteller came to aid her, they discovered that the she-cat was in active labor. Shocked by this, Gray set to getting the she-cat the aid of fellow kit-mothers to help deliver this totally unexpected litter.
After many hours with other tribe mates assisting his mate, Gray was summoned to the den to see his new family. Flower gave birth to a brown tabby tom as well as a gray tabby she-cat, the two quite small for newborn kits. After a long discussion, the pair decided that the young ones needed names to suit their situation. The brown tom was named "Weasel That Hunts Alone" because weasels were a very sneaky sort of animal, like this pregnancy was. The she-cat was dubbed "Opossum That Creeps At Night" to recognize the fact that the kits weren't born until well into the nighttime. Happy with their choices, the parents set to giving the kits all the love and care they could. Flower was very nuturing and supportive, allowing the kits to find their own strengths and their own interests. Weasel was the typical tom, he liked to show off and constantly would do things faster than any other youngster could to prove his agility. Opossum took on a more studious and dark persona. She would constantly ask her mother about the Ancestors and about things dying or coming to life. Things the typical cat would not be as worried about. But Flower didn't pay this any mind and fully supported her kit's interests, deeming her a "smart" one to cover up the morbid stuff.
It wasn't long before Weasel and Opossum were summoned to me dubbed To-Bes by Skyteller. With their agile bods and quick movements, the pair were both chosen as Prey Hunters for the tribe. Each given to a certain guide to help aid their training. Opossum was put under the watchful eye of Kestrel That Flies High, an older and respected Prey Hunter in the tribe. Kestrel was very old fashioned in his way of doing things. He had his set way of hunting and liked to push this onto his To-Bes. So Opossum followed his unique ways of hunting without question. Kestrel was deemed a strange individual as well so the two really hit it off making the training go by way faster than it seemed. By the time she was moved into the ranks of Prey Hunter, Opossum had developed a certain way of hunting and hiding prey while respecting the life she had taken.
