Post by nasty on Aug 3, 2021 16:22:32 GMT
tw: animal death
name: meadow desired name: meadowsong allegiance: none rank: loner age: 22 moons birth Moon: flower moon 2019 sex: nonbinary (they/she) a petite short-haired light ginger tabby with light green eyes. personality independent. meadow's been on her own for a while now, but even before she loved to be able to do things by herself. she was the first to climb, jump, or run, followed by her shouting for her mom to come look. as she got older she began to value her free-will more. meadow goes where she wants and does what she wants, and starclan-help the cat who tries to tell her what to do. this mostly stems from her sense of pride - she is ready to help any cat, but she'll never admit when she needs it in turn.sassy. in a good way, mostly. meadow has a sharp tongue, which she uses on friend or foe alike. most of the time her quips are good-natured and in a friendly teasing way, but she can be quite bratty when she is slighted. adventurous. meadow faces each day like it's a challenge and she takes it head on. She's the first to go charging headlong into anything. To her, life is one big adventure. crafty. although a little rash, meadow is crafty once she finds herself in a situation. she can sneak, talk, or scratch her way out of anything. although she's very young and has a childish side, meadow is actually very intelligent and quick-thinking. unsure of herself. the reason she acts so big and bad is because she's actually unsure of herself and her place in life. meadow frequently second-guesses herself, but she won't let anybody know it. friendly. meadow almost always gives a cat the benefit of the doubt. she's a little bittersweet, but she is warm and giving. she takes every cat's problems very personally and seriously, trying to do good towards everyone she meets. it also helps that she has a very optimistic demeanor, winning over even the most ornery old cat. quirks * talks in a slight country accent history a barn cat is the best kind of cat a cat can be - a dry roof, a soft bed, all the mice you can eat, and you never have to worry about twolegs.it was a blissful life. meadow wanted for nothing, except to play with her littermates and listen to her mother's stories before sleep, dozing off into fantastical dreams of huge wildcats racing over the fields and forests. she didn't have a father, but that was normal to her and many other loners' kits, and her mother naturally took up training her children in her own way. meadow learned how to fight and hunt and run. she wasn't as big as her littermates, sure, but she never let it get her down, and she professed that her small stature lent her her speed. her mother would glowingly praise her, calling her faster than a speeding hare. she was a mommy's girl. wherever her mom went, meadow was plastered right to her side, even when her siblings went off to live their own lives. one early morning a badger got into the barn looking for prey and a place to dig. startled out of sleep the two cats fled out into the horse pen, followed by the lumbering predator. the horses, startled by the sudden appearance of the cats and the threatening badger, began to stampede. meadow ran for her life, faster than she'd ever run before - like she was filled with the spirit of a thousand running cats. she ran until she couldn't run anymore, and when she finally stopped and looked around she could see she had gone far further than she had thought. the trudge back was silent, but what awaited her there at home made her wail. her mother had been trampled under the horses, and then set upon by the badger. meadow turned her head away and cried, scratching and tearing at the earth. she laid with her mother's corpse all night through the faint drizzle until the morning came and the horses would be let back out into the paddock. then, not even burying her body, meadow left and wandered here and there, barely taking a drink or bite to eat until she was to the point of total exhaustion. when she finally collapsed, she dreamt of her mother. in her dream, she was alive and meadow was a kit again. she could almost feel the softness of her mother's belly as she nuzzled against it, warmed by the heat; but she slowly realized her siblings were missing. she mewled questioningly and nosed about for them as her mother gave a wistful sigh. meadow woke up with her mother's voice in her ears, and she immediately resolved to go and find her siblings, no matter what it takes. family parents: darlin, unknown tomsiblings: sunny, prairie, jessie |