Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 7, 2019 20:25:31 GMT -5
Name: Song of Shadowed Stream
Age: 21 moons (Leaf-fall 7)
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe
Rank: Prey Hunter
Picture:
Jingle, black and white cat by Helena Jacoba, on Flickr
Additional Image | Additional Image 2 | Additional Image 3
Description:
Song's coat is composed entirely of black and white fur. Though she is primarily ebony in color, she has a significant white marking that begins along her muzzle, wrapping down her neck to consume her chest, belly and all four legs. Her leg markings vary in size, with her forelegs having more white than her hind legs. Her face is primarily black furred, though some white curves over the right side of her muzzle, stretching up the bridge of her nose. Black also dominates her back, interrupting the white on her flank to ensure her tail is also raven-hued. Beneath the white fur, you can see the pink tint of her belly, which is also reflected in her paw pads.
Song is rather small in stature, especially when compared to a cat like her brother Rooster. She is built lithe, designed to run and slip into tight spaces rather than to fight enemies, be they cat or other. In fact, Song can appear almost breakable next to many of the Cave-Guards, despite not being the smallest cat in the Tribe. Moon certainly has her beat in terms of petite-ness, but this doesn't mean she isn't small enough to use her brother Rooster as a nest if she decides its cold enough to warrant the extra body heat.
Her fur length also does little to help her appear any larger than she is. Whereas Rooster was blessed with thick fur to give him a little extra advantage, Song has sleek, short fur that keeps close to her body. Short fur or not, she somehow still manages to get small mats or look unkempt when she forgets to groom herself. Sometimes, her focus just isn't there, and she'd rather be off looking for something than making sure every piece of fur is in the right place. Someone else will eventually do it for her, right?
Additional features that define this she-cat exist almost entirely on her face. Her muzzle is punctuated by a petite black nose, which this curious she-cat loves to stick where it might not necessarily belong. She has thin, but long white whiskers along her muzzle and above her eyes that stand out against her black fur. Her head is topped with average-sized but incredibly expressive ears. Whether they be tilted forward in interest, or twisted in some other direction when she's feigning attention, it isn't difficult to learn how to read her. The other place you can read her emotions or attention span are her eyes. Bright green with flecks of hazel strewn throughout, her eyes speak volumes into what is going on in this odd she-cat's mind. Her pupils dilate and contract in accordance to her level of excitement and focus, and she often can't help but let her gaze drift to whatever it is that has her attention.
Description Summary: A lithe black and white she-cat with expressive green eyes.
Personality:
Excitable | Exuberant | High-Energy | Distractable
Here, there, and everywhere! At first glance, that is exactly what describes Song of Shadowed Stream. With an engine stuck near-constantly at full-throttle, Song is certainly a pawful to deal with. Her energy levels rival that of a curious kitten, making her a challenge to keep up with. It isn’t uncommon to find her running to and fro within the Tribe’s home, if little else is available to keep her occupied. Song requires mental or physical stimuli to remain appeased, or she grows bored quickly. If she isn’t in the midst of an animated conversation with someone, you can bet your tail fur she is doing laps of the nearest boulder, just because.
Her exuberant nature is also reflected in her attention span. When something catches her attention, she will become hyper focused on whatever it was that drew her fancy. Nothing will succeed in dislodging her once she has set her sights on something, which often comes at the detriment of both herself and others. She won’t always recognize the consequences of her actions in this state of hyper focus, which can lead to her taking unnecessary risks to complete whatever task she has set herself upon this time.
The reverse, however, is also possible. For the poor individuals tasked with getting her to do something she isn’t interested in, she may very well unintentionally bring upon them a personal hell unlike anything they’ve seen before. She will veer towards the first thing she deems even remotely interesting, requiring she be wrangled (sometimes both physically and mentally) back toward what she should be doing. No, you can’t go hunt for shiny rocks, Song. The Tribe needs to be fed first.
Infinitely curious, with a love for exploring new things, it isn’t a surprise Song has a tendency to wander off. This is especially true (much to the dismay of most Tribe members) at night. She struggles to switch her brain off, meaning sleep rarely comes easy to the ebony and ivory Prey Hunter. And so, if she can’t get her paws on an herb or two to help her sleep, she will keep on steam rolling through life until her entire system force-restarts. Don’t be too alarmed if you find her passed out in the middle of the cavern floor. She’ll be back to her usual self once she catches up on some much needed rest.
Even at what might be called rest, Song never ceases to stop moving. Incapable of stilling her fidgeting frame, the dual-coloured she-cat is often kneading the ground or swaying to some unheard rhythm in her mind. She dances to the beat of her own heart, drinking in the energy of life around her, leaving no stone unturned as she looks to uncover everything life has to offer. …As long as she can stay focused long enough to actually overturn a rock.
Some might even say Song holds entirely different conversations on occasions. It isn’t uncommon for her to suddenly offer unrelated responses or outbursts, an idea desperately needing to be voiced the minute it comes to her mind. Sometimes, it is a delayed response to something from earlier. Other times, it is an exclamation that no one can quite figure out where she pulled it from. By no means is this she-cat trying to be rude, or uncaring. She simply exists on an entirely different plane it seems, one that not even Song herself can keep up with.
In fact, Song cares a whole heck of a lot about her friends. Genuine to a fault when it comes to those she cares about, the Prey Hunter thrives on seeing those she cares about succeed. Although she can be a little oblivious to certain social expectations when her excitement spikes, one thing she always seems to remain attuned to is the emotions of her friends or family.
When it comes to important shifts in mood, beyond that of a woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-nest situation, Song can temporarily muffle her exuberance if it means helping someone she values. She can’t bear to see someone sad, and will do whatever it is her strange mind can come up with just to see them smile again.
Loyal to her core, she may stun you with her insightfulness should you give her the time of day. Although it may come out in some strange anecdote easily brushed off as nonsense, give it a little thought and you’ll realize she has a message underneath it all. And that she genuinely cares about you and your well-being.
This is assuming, of course, she isn’t trying to prank you. A jester in her own right, she’s known to prod and tease when the situation allows. Nothing makes her purr with more delight than scheming the next way to give someone a good old fashioned startle by appearing where you least expect her to. It’s even more fun if she gets to plot pranks alongside someone else. Everything’s more fun together, right?
Despite her airy-fairy nature, Song is a clever she-cat if she can focus long enough. Problem solving is a love of hers, and something she often applies to tasks such as hunting. Though it may make her methods a little unconventional, it demonstrates just how far she can go to make something work out. Wouldn’t you rather scale three different rocks, keeping yourself hidden from view, scoot along a ledge on the backside of a slight cliff, and pounce down on top of an unsuspecting mouse because the wind was facing the wrong way, rather than sit around and wait for the mouse to move to another location? No? Just her?
She also loves a good word puzzle. Sometimes, the easiest way to keep her quiet and out of the way is to give her something to mentally strip apart and dissect. It better be a good one, though, otherwise you’ll have her bouncing up and down like a kit on catnip as she practically shrieks the solution back at you.
Song loves to talk. Anyone who happens to pad by her would be quick to figure that out. She has a lot of thoughts filtering through her mind every breath, and sometimes those thoughts are dying to escape. This can mean her explanations or questions come out long winded, and constantly veer offtrack. She often needs to be redirected back to her original train of thought, just so she can get a full idea out into the open. But… Don’t be surprised if sometimes she never gets there. It’s not her fault that something else happened to capture her att- OH SHINY!
Speaking of shiny, Song is what you might call a kleptomaniac. She makes an effort not to take things that others might deem as belonging to them, and always asks about something in the cave that interests her. But when she’s walking around outside, she’s likely to stumble upon something her eyes deem valuable enough to add to her collection. Her current pride and joy is a bundle of feathers she keeps tucked under the edge of her nest. The feathers serve no practical purpose, far too nice to serve as bedding material. No, these are simply for show. In varying shades, sizes, and patterns, she loves to just… Look at them. And babble on about their retrieval stories to anyone who’ll spare a glance, of course.
Sometimes, her collecting isn’t for herself. If a particular thing on a particular day happens to remind her of someone, it’s highly likely she snatch up the item to present to the one in her mind’s eye. This little piece of her personality comes from the fact she loves receiving things. If being gifted something brings her such great joy, surely gifting items to others brings them great joy. And she loves spreading joy. One of the primary recipients of her gifting happens to be her friend Moon On Still Water. Small, but shimmering pebbles always seem to remind her of the petite she-cat, and for that reason, nearly any rock she finds that fits that description is immediately scooped up as a present for Moon.
Another strange piece of her personality is her tendency to give anyone and everyone some form of a nickname. Sometimes, it is little more than her getting distracted mid-way through the name and leaving out some letters. Others, it’s a strange conglomerate of several things that could only make sense in her mind. And even then, the logic is shaky at best.
For some reason no one can quite figure out, the bizarre she-cat will occasionally talk to herself backwards. Whole words are reversed, but the sentence structure remains correct. To the outside world, it is a garbled mess of sounds that couldn’t possibly mean anything. To her, it is coherent thought. It might be impressive if it wasn’t so… Odd. Some have taken to referring to her odd tongue as Song-ese, often asking for translations so they too can know what the heck she’s on about.
Her persistence is a double-sided thorn. Most harsh words will glance off Song’s bubbly shell, which means she is immune to the “Go aways”-s of an upset friend. She will continue to push, until she is let in so that she can work at seeing the beautiful smiles she loves so much again. To some, this trait is endearing, a genuine show of the depth of her caring nature.
Others, however, see it as annoying. A lot of Song’s personality could be stamped with such a label. She is a pawful to deal with, and without the patience of a saint, or some sort of affection for the odd-ball she-cat, she can easily grate on nerves. Not that she particularly cares. There are a select few who’s opinions actually matter to her. Otherwise, it’s in one ear and out the other. …For the most part.
To say she doesn't desire attention would be a lie. Song is an occasionally needy she-cat, who loves to spend time with her friends or family. She doesn't mind if you spend the whole time rolling your eyes at her stupid antics: your presence is enough for her. She is, however, also prone to jealousy. She adores her brother, even if he would likely prefer she leave him be some times. That means his attention means a significant amount to her. If she sees his attention is being turned frequently to someone else? It is likely to proc her jealousy. Rooster is her brother, and no one will take him from her. ...At least not someone who she doesn't deem worthy.
Her jealousy hardly compares to the darker side of her personality, reserved selectively for those she considers her enemy. The definition of enemy is reserved for those she sees as having negatively impacted the cats that mean the world to her. In these rare cases, Song seems to turn into another she-cat entirely. Hostility and antagonism become prevalent on her tongue. She will not stand for seeing her select few mistreated in any capacity, and will overreact in response.
In this state, she also has a tendency to become argumentative, even when she can't exactly win the argument. She seems to lose all sense of cleverness, falling back onto whatever is first to roll off her tongue when she finds herself in a negativity-induced argument. Although she would never turn her claws upon another cat, her words can be just as sharp as the thorns on a rose's stem. Don't start with her if you aren't prepared to tangle with her.
Lastly, Song has a bit of a strange habit that certainly falls into the dark category. Her usual non-violence does not apply to smaller creatures. In fact, Song is particularly enthused by creatures like mice and voles. The ebony and white she-cat's behavior is easily described as torturous when it comes to small prey, one of her favorite things being to play with them before the kill. Though she normally keeps this to herself, having had more than one cat express their disgust or disagreement with her tendency, sometimes she simply can't help herself. Hunting small prey thrills her, and so long as she brings back something edible? No one particularly minds how the creatures becomes prey, right?
History:
Song was second-born kit to parents Osprey that Rides the Wind and Light of Rising Sun. In comparison to her brother, the little black and white she-cat seemed an absolute angel. She was quiet, the smallest of her siblings, much more content to wedge herself between the other kits while they did whatever it was kits did while nursing from Light's belly. Her larger, stronger siblings would unintentionally push her out, requiring her to wriggle her way back in constantly, not that she ever complained a peep about it all.
As days went by, however, the little she-cat proved herself to be a less an angel than originally thought. The wriggle-training forced upon her by her siblings evolved into an adoration for wandering off. She would squirm and wriggle as far as her little legs would get her before one of her parents inevitably dragged her back to the safety of the nest. Not that the nest was all that bad, since her much larger brother Rooster was back at the nest.
Song quickly developed a rather obvious adoration for her brother Rooster. His antics, whether intended to be antics or not, always overjoyed song, making the little she-kit giggle and purr consistently. Unlike most of the kits, she was never as fascinated by the elders' stories or games. In fact, she would rather by off somewhere exploring something new if it wasn't for one minor detail. Rooster enjoyed the elders' tales, and wherever Rooster went, she went.
Although Rooster was often the subject of her fascination, Song still harbored enough love for the rest of her siblings too. She never thought much of Rock's injury: after all, he was still her brother. Why would it matter if he had something like a bum leg? Rock was Rock, Song was Song. Simple as that. She never quite figured out why the rest of the Tribe seemed to make such a fuss out of it.
As time went on and the siblings grew up, Song found herself under the tutelage of Moth That Flutters in Moonlight. The subdued and stoic she-cat would find quite a challenge in this strange little To-Be. But the future Lead Prey Hunter would persevere eventually, despite the quirks her To-Be would develop as moons passed. The most noticeable was likely her fascination with pouncing on and crushing small insects. Anything she spotted was subjected to her paws with perhaps a little too much gusto to be justified by the words 'a curious kitten'.
When she and her siblings were 9 moons old, their world seemed to fall apart. Light of Rising Sun was killed in an avalanche, an event that caused their father to retreat into himself and away from his kits. The traumatic experience and the grief that followed triggered a spike in some of Song's more questionable behaviors. Whereas Rooster became snappish, Song's bubbly attitude fizzled out for some time, and she would often retreat into herself, filling her time with whatever she could find. Her insect-squashing interests also shifted to include playing with small prey she hunted as she continued her training as a Prey-Hunter To-Be.
It would be time, as well as the knowledge that there were others around her who deserved her attention too, that would heal the wound left by their mother's passing for Song. As Light's death drifted into the distance, a surprisingly exuberant she-cat would make an appearance. Even more excitable and in-your-face than the constantly questioning and adventure-loving she-kit she'd been, some feared it was a sort of mask used to hide the lingering grief. However, as moons passed by, and Song transitioned from To-Be to Prey-Hunter with the new attitude never ceasing, the worry would drop into the distance.
Throughout her moons, Song developed a close relationship with a Cave-Hunter she-cat with similar excitement levels to her. Moon on Still Water was a constant throughout her training, Song even developing a habit of finding little presents to give her friend just to see her smile. Other friends made include all of her siblings of course, as well as Fallen Moon in Black Sky, though the other she-cat tends to be a means in which others get a brief respite, for Fallen is one of the few to find creative ways of quieting Song for at least a little bit.
Even as a full-fledged Prey-Hunter, her excitement remains almost kit-like, and her attention span exists on two very distant ends of the spectrum. She hasn't managed to shake off her bizarre quirks, to the definite dismay of some. Perhaps too full of life, Song is ready to face every day head on; that is... So long as she doesn't forget to get some rest eventually.
Other: Inspired by Claudia from Dragon Prince
Age: 21 moons (Leaf-fall 7)
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe
Rank: Prey Hunter
Picture:
Jingle, black and white cat by Helena Jacoba, on Flickr
Additional Image | Additional Image 2 | Additional Image 3
Description:
Song's coat is composed entirely of black and white fur. Though she is primarily ebony in color, she has a significant white marking that begins along her muzzle, wrapping down her neck to consume her chest, belly and all four legs. Her leg markings vary in size, with her forelegs having more white than her hind legs. Her face is primarily black furred, though some white curves over the right side of her muzzle, stretching up the bridge of her nose. Black also dominates her back, interrupting the white on her flank to ensure her tail is also raven-hued. Beneath the white fur, you can see the pink tint of her belly, which is also reflected in her paw pads.
Song is rather small in stature, especially when compared to a cat like her brother Rooster. She is built lithe, designed to run and slip into tight spaces rather than to fight enemies, be they cat or other. In fact, Song can appear almost breakable next to many of the Cave-Guards, despite not being the smallest cat in the Tribe. Moon certainly has her beat in terms of petite-ness, but this doesn't mean she isn't small enough to use her brother Rooster as a nest if she decides its cold enough to warrant the extra body heat.
Her fur length also does little to help her appear any larger than she is. Whereas Rooster was blessed with thick fur to give him a little extra advantage, Song has sleek, short fur that keeps close to her body. Short fur or not, she somehow still manages to get small mats or look unkempt when she forgets to groom herself. Sometimes, her focus just isn't there, and she'd rather be off looking for something than making sure every piece of fur is in the right place. Someone else will eventually do it for her, right?
Additional features that define this she-cat exist almost entirely on her face. Her muzzle is punctuated by a petite black nose, which this curious she-cat loves to stick where it might not necessarily belong. She has thin, but long white whiskers along her muzzle and above her eyes that stand out against her black fur. Her head is topped with average-sized but incredibly expressive ears. Whether they be tilted forward in interest, or twisted in some other direction when she's feigning attention, it isn't difficult to learn how to read her. The other place you can read her emotions or attention span are her eyes. Bright green with flecks of hazel strewn throughout, her eyes speak volumes into what is going on in this odd she-cat's mind. Her pupils dilate and contract in accordance to her level of excitement and focus, and she often can't help but let her gaze drift to whatever it is that has her attention.
Description Summary: A lithe black and white she-cat with expressive green eyes.
Personality:
Excitable | Exuberant | High-Energy | Distractable
Here, there, and everywhere! At first glance, that is exactly what describes Song of Shadowed Stream. With an engine stuck near-constantly at full-throttle, Song is certainly a pawful to deal with. Her energy levels rival that of a curious kitten, making her a challenge to keep up with. It isn’t uncommon to find her running to and fro within the Tribe’s home, if little else is available to keep her occupied. Song requires mental or physical stimuli to remain appeased, or she grows bored quickly. If she isn’t in the midst of an animated conversation with someone, you can bet your tail fur she is doing laps of the nearest boulder, just because.
Her exuberant nature is also reflected in her attention span. When something catches her attention, she will become hyper focused on whatever it was that drew her fancy. Nothing will succeed in dislodging her once she has set her sights on something, which often comes at the detriment of both herself and others. She won’t always recognize the consequences of her actions in this state of hyper focus, which can lead to her taking unnecessary risks to complete whatever task she has set herself upon this time.
The reverse, however, is also possible. For the poor individuals tasked with getting her to do something she isn’t interested in, she may very well unintentionally bring upon them a personal hell unlike anything they’ve seen before. She will veer towards the first thing she deems even remotely interesting, requiring she be wrangled (sometimes both physically and mentally) back toward what she should be doing. No, you can’t go hunt for shiny rocks, Song. The Tribe needs to be fed first.
Curious | Scatterbrained | Self-Unaware | Explorative
Infinitely curious, with a love for exploring new things, it isn’t a surprise Song has a tendency to wander off. This is especially true (much to the dismay of most Tribe members) at night. She struggles to switch her brain off, meaning sleep rarely comes easy to the ebony and ivory Prey Hunter. And so, if she can’t get her paws on an herb or two to help her sleep, she will keep on steam rolling through life until her entire system force-restarts. Don’t be too alarmed if you find her passed out in the middle of the cavern floor. She’ll be back to her usual self once she catches up on some much needed rest.
Even at what might be called rest, Song never ceases to stop moving. Incapable of stilling her fidgeting frame, the dual-coloured she-cat is often kneading the ground or swaying to some unheard rhythm in her mind. She dances to the beat of her own heart, drinking in the energy of life around her, leaving no stone unturned as she looks to uncover everything life has to offer. …As long as she can stay focused long enough to actually overturn a rock.
Some might even say Song holds entirely different conversations on occasions. It isn’t uncommon for her to suddenly offer unrelated responses or outbursts, an idea desperately needing to be voiced the minute it comes to her mind. Sometimes, it is a delayed response to something from earlier. Other times, it is an exclamation that no one can quite figure out where she pulled it from. By no means is this she-cat trying to be rude, or uncaring. She simply exists on an entirely different plane it seems, one that not even Song herself can keep up with.
Loyal | Caring | Insightful | Genuine
In fact, Song cares a whole heck of a lot about her friends. Genuine to a fault when it comes to those she cares about, the Prey Hunter thrives on seeing those she cares about succeed. Although she can be a little oblivious to certain social expectations when her excitement spikes, one thing she always seems to remain attuned to is the emotions of her friends or family.
When it comes to important shifts in mood, beyond that of a woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-nest situation, Song can temporarily muffle her exuberance if it means helping someone she values. She can’t bear to see someone sad, and will do whatever it is her strange mind can come up with just to see them smile again.
Loyal to her core, she may stun you with her insightfulness should you give her the time of day. Although it may come out in some strange anecdote easily brushed off as nonsense, give it a little thought and you’ll realize she has a message underneath it all. And that she genuinely cares about you and your well-being.
Clever | Scheming | Jester | Sharp of Mind
This is assuming, of course, she isn’t trying to prank you. A jester in her own right, she’s known to prod and tease when the situation allows. Nothing makes her purr with more delight than scheming the next way to give someone a good old fashioned startle by appearing where you least expect her to. It’s even more fun if she gets to plot pranks alongside someone else. Everything’s more fun together, right?
Despite her airy-fairy nature, Song is a clever she-cat if she can focus long enough. Problem solving is a love of hers, and something she often applies to tasks such as hunting. Though it may make her methods a little unconventional, it demonstrates just how far she can go to make something work out. Wouldn’t you rather scale three different rocks, keeping yourself hidden from view, scoot along a ledge on the backside of a slight cliff, and pounce down on top of an unsuspecting mouse because the wind was facing the wrong way, rather than sit around and wait for the mouse to move to another location? No? Just her?
She also loves a good word puzzle. Sometimes, the easiest way to keep her quiet and out of the way is to give her something to mentally strip apart and dissect. It better be a good one, though, otherwise you’ll have her bouncing up and down like a kit on catnip as she practically shrieks the solution back at you.
Quirky | Kleptomaniac | Gifter | Rambler
Song loves to talk. Anyone who happens to pad by her would be quick to figure that out. She has a lot of thoughts filtering through her mind every breath, and sometimes those thoughts are dying to escape. This can mean her explanations or questions come out long winded, and constantly veer offtrack. She often needs to be redirected back to her original train of thought, just so she can get a full idea out into the open. But… Don’t be surprised if sometimes she never gets there. It’s not her fault that something else happened to capture her att- OH SHINY!
Speaking of shiny, Song is what you might call a kleptomaniac. She makes an effort not to take things that others might deem as belonging to them, and always asks about something in the cave that interests her. But when she’s walking around outside, she’s likely to stumble upon something her eyes deem valuable enough to add to her collection. Her current pride and joy is a bundle of feathers she keeps tucked under the edge of her nest. The feathers serve no practical purpose, far too nice to serve as bedding material. No, these are simply for show. In varying shades, sizes, and patterns, she loves to just… Look at them. And babble on about their retrieval stories to anyone who’ll spare a glance, of course.
Sometimes, her collecting isn’t for herself. If a particular thing on a particular day happens to remind her of someone, it’s highly likely she snatch up the item to present to the one in her mind’s eye. This little piece of her personality comes from the fact she loves receiving things. If being gifted something brings her such great joy, surely gifting items to others brings them great joy. And she loves spreading joy. One of the primary recipients of her gifting happens to be her friend Moon On Still Water. Small, but shimmering pebbles always seem to remind her of the petite she-cat, and for that reason, nearly any rock she finds that fits that description is immediately scooped up as a present for Moon.
Another strange piece of her personality is her tendency to give anyone and everyone some form of a nickname. Sometimes, it is little more than her getting distracted mid-way through the name and leaving out some letters. Others, it’s a strange conglomerate of several things that could only make sense in her mind. And even then, the logic is shaky at best.
For some reason no one can quite figure out, the bizarre she-cat will occasionally talk to herself backwards. Whole words are reversed, but the sentence structure remains correct. To the outside world, it is a garbled mess of sounds that couldn’t possibly mean anything. To her, it is coherent thought. It might be impressive if it wasn’t so… Odd. Some have taken to referring to her odd tongue as Song-ese, often asking for translations so they too can know what the heck she’s on about.
Persistent | Annoying | Jealous | Needy
Her persistence is a double-sided thorn. Most harsh words will glance off Song’s bubbly shell, which means she is immune to the “Go aways”-s of an upset friend. She will continue to push, until she is let in so that she can work at seeing the beautiful smiles she loves so much again. To some, this trait is endearing, a genuine show of the depth of her caring nature.
Others, however, see it as annoying. A lot of Song’s personality could be stamped with such a label. She is a pawful to deal with, and without the patience of a saint, or some sort of affection for the odd-ball she-cat, she can easily grate on nerves. Not that she particularly cares. There are a select few who’s opinions actually matter to her. Otherwise, it’s in one ear and out the other. …For the most part.
To say she doesn't desire attention would be a lie. Song is an occasionally needy she-cat, who loves to spend time with her friends or family. She doesn't mind if you spend the whole time rolling your eyes at her stupid antics: your presence is enough for her. She is, however, also prone to jealousy. She adores her brother, even if he would likely prefer she leave him be some times. That means his attention means a significant amount to her. If she sees his attention is being turned frequently to someone else? It is likely to proc her jealousy. Rooster is her brother, and no one will take him from her. ...At least not someone who she doesn't deem worthy.
Hostile | Antagonistic | Argumentative | Selectively Violent
Her jealousy hardly compares to the darker side of her personality, reserved selectively for those she considers her enemy. The definition of enemy is reserved for those she sees as having negatively impacted the cats that mean the world to her. In these rare cases, Song seems to turn into another she-cat entirely. Hostility and antagonism become prevalent on her tongue. She will not stand for seeing her select few mistreated in any capacity, and will overreact in response.
In this state, she also has a tendency to become argumentative, even when she can't exactly win the argument. She seems to lose all sense of cleverness, falling back onto whatever is first to roll off her tongue when she finds herself in a negativity-induced argument. Although she would never turn her claws upon another cat, her words can be just as sharp as the thorns on a rose's stem. Don't start with her if you aren't prepared to tangle with her.
Lastly, Song has a bit of a strange habit that certainly falls into the dark category. Her usual non-violence does not apply to smaller creatures. In fact, Song is particularly enthused by creatures like mice and voles. The ebony and white she-cat's behavior is easily described as torturous when it comes to small prey, one of her favorite things being to play with them before the kill. Though she normally keeps this to herself, having had more than one cat express their disgust or disagreement with her tendency, sometimes she simply can't help herself. Hunting small prey thrills her, and so long as she brings back something edible? No one particularly minds how the creatures becomes prey, right?
History:
Song was second-born kit to parents Osprey that Rides the Wind and Light of Rising Sun. In comparison to her brother, the little black and white she-cat seemed an absolute angel. She was quiet, the smallest of her siblings, much more content to wedge herself between the other kits while they did whatever it was kits did while nursing from Light's belly. Her larger, stronger siblings would unintentionally push her out, requiring her to wriggle her way back in constantly, not that she ever complained a peep about it all.
As days went by, however, the little she-cat proved herself to be a less an angel than originally thought. The wriggle-training forced upon her by her siblings evolved into an adoration for wandering off. She would squirm and wriggle as far as her little legs would get her before one of her parents inevitably dragged her back to the safety of the nest. Not that the nest was all that bad, since her much larger brother Rooster was back at the nest.
Song quickly developed a rather obvious adoration for her brother Rooster. His antics, whether intended to be antics or not, always overjoyed song, making the little she-kit giggle and purr consistently. Unlike most of the kits, she was never as fascinated by the elders' stories or games. In fact, she would rather by off somewhere exploring something new if it wasn't for one minor detail. Rooster enjoyed the elders' tales, and wherever Rooster went, she went.
Although Rooster was often the subject of her fascination, Song still harbored enough love for the rest of her siblings too. She never thought much of Rock's injury: after all, he was still her brother. Why would it matter if he had something like a bum leg? Rock was Rock, Song was Song. Simple as that. She never quite figured out why the rest of the Tribe seemed to make such a fuss out of it.
As time went on and the siblings grew up, Song found herself under the tutelage of Moth That Flutters in Moonlight. The subdued and stoic she-cat would find quite a challenge in this strange little To-Be. But the future Lead Prey Hunter would persevere eventually, despite the quirks her To-Be would develop as moons passed. The most noticeable was likely her fascination with pouncing on and crushing small insects. Anything she spotted was subjected to her paws with perhaps a little too much gusto to be justified by the words 'a curious kitten'.
When she and her siblings were 9 moons old, their world seemed to fall apart. Light of Rising Sun was killed in an avalanche, an event that caused their father to retreat into himself and away from his kits. The traumatic experience and the grief that followed triggered a spike in some of Song's more questionable behaviors. Whereas Rooster became snappish, Song's bubbly attitude fizzled out for some time, and she would often retreat into herself, filling her time with whatever she could find. Her insect-squashing interests also shifted to include playing with small prey she hunted as she continued her training as a Prey-Hunter To-Be.
It would be time, as well as the knowledge that there were others around her who deserved her attention too, that would heal the wound left by their mother's passing for Song. As Light's death drifted into the distance, a surprisingly exuberant she-cat would make an appearance. Even more excitable and in-your-face than the constantly questioning and adventure-loving she-kit she'd been, some feared it was a sort of mask used to hide the lingering grief. However, as moons passed by, and Song transitioned from To-Be to Prey-Hunter with the new attitude never ceasing, the worry would drop into the distance.
Throughout her moons, Song developed a close relationship with a Cave-Hunter she-cat with similar excitement levels to her. Moon on Still Water was a constant throughout her training, Song even developing a habit of finding little presents to give her friend just to see her smile. Other friends made include all of her siblings of course, as well as Fallen Moon in Black Sky, though the other she-cat tends to be a means in which others get a brief respite, for Fallen is one of the few to find creative ways of quieting Song for at least a little bit.
Even as a full-fledged Prey-Hunter, her excitement remains almost kit-like, and her attention span exists on two very distant ends of the spectrum. She hasn't managed to shake off her bizarre quirks, to the definite dismay of some. Perhaps too full of life, Song is ready to face every day head on; that is... So long as she doesn't forget to get some rest eventually.
Other: Inspired by Claudia from Dragon Prince