Post by moor on Dec 4, 2022 18:26:17 GMT
Name: Jay
Desired Name:
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank:
Age: 60 moons
Birth Moon: Fire Moon 2016
Sex: Tom
Appearance: Photo
Black from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail, Jay has never had trouble blending into the shadows. Whether nestled into the bushes in the forests or curled up in a dark alley of the Twolegplace, the only visual clue to his existence is typically the glint of light off his green eyes. He’s not a large cat, which he has grown to be thankful for, able to fit himself into out-of-the-way spaces. His frame is thin, but strong, and when his fur is wet his ribs tend to stick out a little too conspicuously for his liking. Typically, though, his soft, medium-length coat covers his harsher features, hiding away bones and scars alike just like a mat of shadow.
Personality:
Jay is a rather quiet, intense tom. He was taught from a young age that he would have to rely on himself to survive, and the things he has seen and done in his life have fostered a healthy dose of pride and confidence in his abilities. Well, perhaps more than a healthy dose. Having a family has certainly tempered his self-congratulatory nature, as he now realizes the need to instill the same self-reliance in his kids that was instilled in him, but he still considers himself far above the weak kittypets he imagines would be completely lost without a warm home, soft bed, and daily allotment of kittypet slop. He likes the freedom of the wild life, and can only muster respect for others who are willing to do what it takes to survive themselves. Despite the tough exterior, however, he has a deep love for his family, and a soft, forgiving spot for all the ways they are different than he is. He is inclined to protect their interests as fiercely as he is to protect his own freedom, even when those two things seem to be at odds. The way he sees it, it's his duty to teach them what they need to know, then to help them achieve what they want to achieve.
History:
Jay was the lone tom of a litter of four, which made him the lone tom in his family group from the beginning. He never met his father; his mother never could tell him much about him, mostly becuase she had hardly known him herself. He was a kind tom, she had said, and they had shared their life journeys for a moment. Then they were off on their separate ways, as she told him all cats do when their interests diverge. "We've each got a life to live, Jay, and we've got to live it ourselves. No use letting someone distract you from the path you're walking." Those words didn't satisfy the ache he felt for a father, though he thought of them often to try to patch what he felt was a hole in his life. He didn't want to feel that ache, figuring it would only hold him back.
And nothing was going to hold him back. His mother taught him everything he needed to know about survival in the wild, about hunting and fighting, about a few choice herbs for when he did find himself in poor condition. He listened with rapt attention, and imitated her every move. One of his sisters he lost to sickness, one he lost to a bad fall down a very steep slope; he made a mental note then to get out of the mountains when he had the chance and seek flatter terrain. If he was going to take care of himself, he didn't need to add unnecessary danger to his life like that. His other sister made it to adulthood with him, but when he made a plea that she get out of there with him and see what else there was to see of the world, she had refused. "I like the mountains. They're beautiful. I don't need to see anything else." So, at his mother's urging to go ahead and go where he thought he should go, he left her and his sister behind.
In the years after he set off on his own, he saw a lot of life. He saw water that stretched on forever, he saw green lights that danced in the sky, and he saw birds that he was sure could have carried him off. He met cats that were friendly, cats that were hostile, and cats that were just a little strange, but he always kept his distance. He met a few she-cats in his travels that had piqued his fancy, but the hole of a missing father would cry out loud and clear, and he'd move on with his own life journey before anything got too serious.
One cold frost moon, he found himself driven to the Twolegplace for want of food. Most leaf-bares he had been able to scrounge enough in the forest, but this year the growl of his stomache and the gnaw of hunger kept him up at night. He had heard loners talk glowingly of the scraps Twolegs would allegedly throw out in the streets at all times of the year, and he had figured it was worth checking out, just to take the edge off. When he got there, he found very little food just out on the ground, but as he watched he got the gist of what those loners had been talking about, and learned to go for the large holders that smelled so temptingly of meat.
That's where he was when he ran into the situation that would change his life. He hadn't been the only hungry cat out that night, and apparently he had been trespassing on someone's territory (why hadn't he thought to check?). They ganged up on him and ran him out of the alley. Hungry, hurt, cold, and alone, he thought they couldn't sink any lower. If it hadn't been for a chance meeting with a kind she-cat who brought him back to her Twoleg den, he probably would have dragged himself back out to the forest, where he could at least starve in dignity if it came to that.
That she-cat, Violet, didn't let him starve. Even when he refused to eat the Twoleg slop and spoke rather unkindly to her, she still brought him fresh kill to eat and was gentle with him. Slowly, he opened up to her. He told her all about his life, most of the things he had seen, the adventures he had taken. Eventually he let himself share his dreams with her, too, dreams not only of exploring more but of becoming a father and raising kits. They fell in love, and became mates. He was so excited when she realized that she was pregnant, realizing that he might actually get to go on that fatherhood adventure after all. Being dumped by her Twolegs was an unexpected set-back, but he wasn't going to let anything ruin what they had going. Now he stays close to his family, working for their best interest, and loving his new station in life.
Mother: deceased
Father: unknown
Full Siblings: two deceased, Robin (sister)
Mate: Violet
Offspring: Flare, Gale, Spider, Melody
Desired Name:
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank:
Age: 60 moons
Birth Moon: Fire Moon 2016
Sex: Tom
Appearance: Photo
Black from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail, Jay has never had trouble blending into the shadows. Whether nestled into the bushes in the forests or curled up in a dark alley of the Twolegplace, the only visual clue to his existence is typically the glint of light off his green eyes. He’s not a large cat, which he has grown to be thankful for, able to fit himself into out-of-the-way spaces. His frame is thin, but strong, and when his fur is wet his ribs tend to stick out a little too conspicuously for his liking. Typically, though, his soft, medium-length coat covers his harsher features, hiding away bones and scars alike just like a mat of shadow.
Personality:
Jay is a rather quiet, intense tom. He was taught from a young age that he would have to rely on himself to survive, and the things he has seen and done in his life have fostered a healthy dose of pride and confidence in his abilities. Well, perhaps more than a healthy dose. Having a family has certainly tempered his self-congratulatory nature, as he now realizes the need to instill the same self-reliance in his kids that was instilled in him, but he still considers himself far above the weak kittypets he imagines would be completely lost without a warm home, soft bed, and daily allotment of kittypet slop. He likes the freedom of the wild life, and can only muster respect for others who are willing to do what it takes to survive themselves. Despite the tough exterior, however, he has a deep love for his family, and a soft, forgiving spot for all the ways they are different than he is. He is inclined to protect their interests as fiercely as he is to protect his own freedom, even when those two things seem to be at odds. The way he sees it, it's his duty to teach them what they need to know, then to help them achieve what they want to achieve.
History:
Jay was the lone tom of a litter of four, which made him the lone tom in his family group from the beginning. He never met his father; his mother never could tell him much about him, mostly becuase she had hardly known him herself. He was a kind tom, she had said, and they had shared their life journeys for a moment. Then they were off on their separate ways, as she told him all cats do when their interests diverge. "We've each got a life to live, Jay, and we've got to live it ourselves. No use letting someone distract you from the path you're walking." Those words didn't satisfy the ache he felt for a father, though he thought of them often to try to patch what he felt was a hole in his life. He didn't want to feel that ache, figuring it would only hold him back.
And nothing was going to hold him back. His mother taught him everything he needed to know about survival in the wild, about hunting and fighting, about a few choice herbs for when he did find himself in poor condition. He listened with rapt attention, and imitated her every move. One of his sisters he lost to sickness, one he lost to a bad fall down a very steep slope; he made a mental note then to get out of the mountains when he had the chance and seek flatter terrain. If he was going to take care of himself, he didn't need to add unnecessary danger to his life like that. His other sister made it to adulthood with him, but when he made a plea that she get out of there with him and see what else there was to see of the world, she had refused. "I like the mountains. They're beautiful. I don't need to see anything else." So, at his mother's urging to go ahead and go where he thought he should go, he left her and his sister behind.
In the years after he set off on his own, he saw a lot of life. He saw water that stretched on forever, he saw green lights that danced in the sky, and he saw birds that he was sure could have carried him off. He met cats that were friendly, cats that were hostile, and cats that were just a little strange, but he always kept his distance. He met a few she-cats in his travels that had piqued his fancy, but the hole of a missing father would cry out loud and clear, and he'd move on with his own life journey before anything got too serious.
One cold frost moon, he found himself driven to the Twolegplace for want of food. Most leaf-bares he had been able to scrounge enough in the forest, but this year the growl of his stomache and the gnaw of hunger kept him up at night. He had heard loners talk glowingly of the scraps Twolegs would allegedly throw out in the streets at all times of the year, and he had figured it was worth checking out, just to take the edge off. When he got there, he found very little food just out on the ground, but as he watched he got the gist of what those loners had been talking about, and learned to go for the large holders that smelled so temptingly of meat.
That's where he was when he ran into the situation that would change his life. He hadn't been the only hungry cat out that night, and apparently he had been trespassing on someone's territory (why hadn't he thought to check?). They ganged up on him and ran him out of the alley. Hungry, hurt, cold, and alone, he thought they couldn't sink any lower. If it hadn't been for a chance meeting with a kind she-cat who brought him back to her Twoleg den, he probably would have dragged himself back out to the forest, where he could at least starve in dignity if it came to that.
That she-cat, Violet, didn't let him starve. Even when he refused to eat the Twoleg slop and spoke rather unkindly to her, she still brought him fresh kill to eat and was gentle with him. Slowly, he opened up to her. He told her all about his life, most of the things he had seen, the adventures he had taken. Eventually he let himself share his dreams with her, too, dreams not only of exploring more but of becoming a father and raising kits. They fell in love, and became mates. He was so excited when she realized that she was pregnant, realizing that he might actually get to go on that fatherhood adventure after all. Being dumped by her Twolegs was an unexpected set-back, but he wasn't going to let anything ruin what they had going. Now he stays close to his family, working for their best interest, and loving his new station in life.
Mother: deceased
Father: unknown
Full Siblings: two deceased, Robin (sister)
Mate: Violet
Offspring: Flare, Gale, Spider, Melody