Post by Shortee on Aug 12, 2020 17:04:43 GMT
Name: Stone
Desired Name: Stoneheart
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: N/A
Age: 22 Moons
Birth Moon: Rain Moon 2018
Sex: Tom
Appearance: Stone is a large, fluffy Maine Coon with bright yellow eyes. The primary color of his fur is a medium gray with a light gray path running from his muzzle, down his chest, under his belly and stems to the back of his legs to cover his paws. He also sports tabby stripes colored dark gray, usually mistaken as black. The light gray of his fur also highlights the semi-circle of his under eye, causing his naturally muted eye color to appear more bold. The tabby markings on his face spread to his pointy ears, creating ashen tips. (Here's a reference)
Personality:
Stone has always been a quiet cat, even as a kitten he hardly ever disturbed his siblings and mother. Furthermore, heβs always been very large as the first born. The combination of silence and size tends to give off an aura of intimidation, resulting in most cats running away from him rather than confrontation. The tom has never been bothered by this. In fact, he often retreats into his thoughts, amplifying his aloof nature. However, there are times where his silence allows him to notice things others do not with his observant eyes.
If any cat were to speak with Stone, they would find the tom to be an intent listener. Oftentimes, he offers his own advice or opinions with genuine interest. After all, if someone took the time to break through his icy walls, they would find a devoted tom simply content with having another to call βfriendβ. Sadly, this may not be easily done. Stone finds difficulty with holding normal conversations rather than answering questions due to many moons of lacking socialization. Consequently, he may do something a bit strange or act in an unusual way.
History: Stone was born in an alleyway along with two unnamed siblings. His mother never said her name or gave her children names. She was never unkind, but she didn't do more than was required of her as a mother, simply caring for her kits until they could fend for themselves. When that day came, she left. Stone, as the oldest, did his best to care for his younger siblings, but they eventually went their own way as well. That day, he gave himself the name 'Stone' due to the stone alleyway he resided in for so long. Stone retreated into his thoughts from then on, traveling and listening instead. He picked up tips and tricks from fellow loners throughout the moons, learning how to fight and use his size to his advantage. He's only had to do so a few times, thankfully.
Many of the cats he learned from also told stories. Eventually, Stone was very, very far from home. And the further he got, the more frequent one story in particular became: the Clans. The idea intrigued him and he thought about it often. He imagined himself in a Clan like the stories told of, having purpose and using his knowledge for something good instead of mere survival. He began to imagine himself hunting for a new family and friends, perhaps even guiding them one day. He fantasized of constant learning and constant purpose.
At the age of 18 moons he decided to head towards a nearby forest that other travelers told him of. Since then, he's resided there, practicing hunting and fighting techniques (granted, he has no clue if they're useful techniques, but it's still exciting). He waits, watches, and listens for a whisper of the Clans, to see if there's someone like him. Most of the few strangers he encounters simply run from him, fearing the worse, but he's certain there are others like him... there has to be.
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Full Siblings: He had two, but they remain unknown.
Maternal Siblings: Unknown
Paternal Siblings: Unknown
Offspring: None...yet.
Desired Name: Stoneheart
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: N/A
Age: 22 Moons
Birth Moon: Rain Moon 2018
Sex: Tom
Appearance: Stone is a large, fluffy Maine Coon with bright yellow eyes. The primary color of his fur is a medium gray with a light gray path running from his muzzle, down his chest, under his belly and stems to the back of his legs to cover his paws. He also sports tabby stripes colored dark gray, usually mistaken as black. The light gray of his fur also highlights the semi-circle of his under eye, causing his naturally muted eye color to appear more bold. The tabby markings on his face spread to his pointy ears, creating ashen tips. (Here's a reference)
Personality:
Stone has always been a quiet cat, even as a kitten he hardly ever disturbed his siblings and mother. Furthermore, heβs always been very large as the first born. The combination of silence and size tends to give off an aura of intimidation, resulting in most cats running away from him rather than confrontation. The tom has never been bothered by this. In fact, he often retreats into his thoughts, amplifying his aloof nature. However, there are times where his silence allows him to notice things others do not with his observant eyes.
If any cat were to speak with Stone, they would find the tom to be an intent listener. Oftentimes, he offers his own advice or opinions with genuine interest. After all, if someone took the time to break through his icy walls, they would find a devoted tom simply content with having another to call βfriendβ. Sadly, this may not be easily done. Stone finds difficulty with holding normal conversations rather than answering questions due to many moons of lacking socialization. Consequently, he may do something a bit strange or act in an unusual way.
History: Stone was born in an alleyway along with two unnamed siblings. His mother never said her name or gave her children names. She was never unkind, but she didn't do more than was required of her as a mother, simply caring for her kits until they could fend for themselves. When that day came, she left. Stone, as the oldest, did his best to care for his younger siblings, but they eventually went their own way as well. That day, he gave himself the name 'Stone' due to the stone alleyway he resided in for so long. Stone retreated into his thoughts from then on, traveling and listening instead. He picked up tips and tricks from fellow loners throughout the moons, learning how to fight and use his size to his advantage. He's only had to do so a few times, thankfully.
Many of the cats he learned from also told stories. Eventually, Stone was very, very far from home. And the further he got, the more frequent one story in particular became: the Clans. The idea intrigued him and he thought about it often. He imagined himself in a Clan like the stories told of, having purpose and using his knowledge for something good instead of mere survival. He began to imagine himself hunting for a new family and friends, perhaps even guiding them one day. He fantasized of constant learning and constant purpose.
At the age of 18 moons he decided to head towards a nearby forest that other travelers told him of. Since then, he's resided there, practicing hunting and fighting techniques (granted, he has no clue if they're useful techniques, but it's still exciting). He waits, watches, and listens for a whisper of the Clans, to see if there's someone like him. Most of the few strangers he encounters simply run from him, fearing the worse, but he's certain there are others like him... there has to be.
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Full Siblings: He had two, but they remain unknown.
Maternal Siblings: Unknown
Paternal Siblings: Unknown
Offspring: None...yet.