Post by dorno on Jan 31, 2023 18:34:43 GMT
Name: Prometeo
Desired Name: N/A (to be discussed in the future)
Allegiance: N/A
Rank: N/A
Age: 47 Moons
Birth Moon: Wind Moon 2017
Sex: Molly (in the agender spectrum, masc, he/it)
Appearance: A brown tabby maine coon mix, more on the bulky side, often with small foliage sticking to its uneven, messy fur.
Personality: In a more cartoonish world, Prometeo would be the type of cat to have evergreen eyebags and half-lided eyes.
In essence, he is enthusiastic and open to try anything at least once; supportive, chill and easy to convince into small bursts of mischief.
From the outside, its demeanor might not be easy to read as friendly or inviting, but he is generally a calm presence to have around.
Quick to extend a paw to any cat that needs help, no matter who or when; self-less, perhaps to a fault.
History: As a younger cat, Prometeo lived in a small farm were it worked with other barn cats and herding dogs to protect the stock.
There, he adopted the job of standing watch, on the lookout for any predators awaiting the oportunity to pounce. He still has some of the scars from back then.
Moons later, Prometeo would retire from this life to follow a nomad cat that stayed in the farm from time to time; This traveler spoke of cats in the stars, of rebirth, of connectedness with the whispers the breeze brought to forests far away. They spoke of times long forgotten were cats like them lived sorrounded by nature, growing societies that thrived under the stars' guidence, and that bleed the sharpest sorrows. Their stories spanned across lands and eras, from back when there was no sunset nor sunrise, to not so many generations ago.
Enamoured by their tales, Prometeo too became a traveler, learning to listen to the earth beneath his its paws for guidance.
With them Prometeo learned to hunt into the wilds, to treat each other's wounds after battle, and to seek shelter when the wind carried the scent of thunder.
After sharing 18 moons together, half of them as mates, they parted ways.
Knowing it couldn't return to the life he once had, Prometeo kept roaming, listening to the pulling beneath his paws and in its chest, and following so.
One and a quarter moon ago, Prometeo grew tired of wondering on its own, feeling the emptiness the storms left in him since the last Rain Moon weighting heavier over him each time.
With a final path to walk before settling into a new home, he found itself wondering into the clans' territory.
Desired Name: N/A (to be discussed in the future)
Allegiance: N/A
Rank: N/A
Age: 47 Moons
Birth Moon: Wind Moon 2017
Sex: Molly (in the agender spectrum, masc, he/it)
Appearance: A brown tabby maine coon mix, more on the bulky side, often with small foliage sticking to its uneven, messy fur.
Personality: In a more cartoonish world, Prometeo would be the type of cat to have evergreen eyebags and half-lided eyes.
In essence, he is enthusiastic and open to try anything at least once; supportive, chill and easy to convince into small bursts of mischief.
From the outside, its demeanor might not be easy to read as friendly or inviting, but he is generally a calm presence to have around.
Quick to extend a paw to any cat that needs help, no matter who or when; self-less, perhaps to a fault.
History: As a younger cat, Prometeo lived in a small farm were it worked with other barn cats and herding dogs to protect the stock.
There, he adopted the job of standing watch, on the lookout for any predators awaiting the oportunity to pounce. He still has some of the scars from back then.
Moons later, Prometeo would retire from this life to follow a nomad cat that stayed in the farm from time to time; This traveler spoke of cats in the stars, of rebirth, of connectedness with the whispers the breeze brought to forests far away. They spoke of times long forgotten were cats like them lived sorrounded by nature, growing societies that thrived under the stars' guidence, and that bleed the sharpest sorrows. Their stories spanned across lands and eras, from back when there was no sunset nor sunrise, to not so many generations ago.
Enamoured by their tales, Prometeo too became a traveler, learning to listen to the earth beneath his its paws for guidance.
With them Prometeo learned to hunt into the wilds, to treat each other's wounds after battle, and to seek shelter when the wind carried the scent of thunder.
After sharing 18 moons together, half of them as mates, they parted ways.
Knowing it couldn't return to the life he once had, Prometeo kept roaming, listening to the pulling beneath his paws and in its chest, and following so.
One and a quarter moon ago, Prometeo grew tired of wondering on its own, feeling the emptiness the storms left in him since the last Rain Moon weighting heavier over him each time.
With a final path to walk before settling into a new home, he found itself wondering into the clans' territory.