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☀ Heron Soaring Over Water ☀
NAME: Heron, short for Heron Soaring Over Water
GENDER: Female
AGE: 15 Moons
CLAN: No Clan
POSITION: Rogue
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Curly pale gray she-cat
APPEARANCE:
Heron is a Laperm, giving her fur a rather unique appearance. By appearance, her hair is long and seems rather messy looking but up close will reveal that this fur is actually soft and curly, giving her a rather fluffy though unkempt look. Her pelt color is largely a light gray which makes her look rather plain and as if she rolled around in ash from a fire. The under layer of fur does give some slight contrast in being lighter than the top layer, looking whiter but still is often overpowered by the pale gray of her main top fur. The only thing that breaks this is that she has darker gray patches on her paws, fluffy tail, and face. The marking on her face gives the appearance of a mask and is one of the few places not curly along with her paws.
GENDER: Female
AGE: 15 Moons
CLAN: No Clan
POSITION: Rogue
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Curly pale gray she-cat
APPEARANCE:
Heron is a Laperm, giving her fur a rather unique appearance. By appearance, her hair is long and seems rather messy looking but up close will reveal that this fur is actually soft and curly, giving her a rather fluffy though unkempt look. Her pelt color is largely a light gray which makes her look rather plain and as if she rolled around in ash from a fire. The under layer of fur does give some slight contrast in being lighter than the top layer, looking whiter but still is often overpowered by the pale gray of her main top fur. The only thing that breaks this is that she has darker gray patches on her paws, fluffy tail, and face. The marking on her face gives the appearance of a mask and is one of the few places not curly along with her paws.
But despite this fluffy appearance, Heron is like her fellow tribe cats in being smaller than most forest cats, maybe just slightly smaller than that of the Windclan members who are known to be slightly small. But she is lithe and decently muscled with rough, brown paw pads that give some indication of being adapted for rocky terrain and is built for jumping, climbing, and short sprints. Her nose is a dark smoky gray while the only thing that contrasts to her fur is her sea green eyes. Her true pelt color though will often be hidden due to a habit of rolling in mud to hide her appearance and scent, a habit she picked up from the Tribe of Rushing Water.
PERSONALITY:
Heron is best described as an inquisitive and innocent young cat. She is a highly curious she-cat who will try to find out all she can about something that peaks her curiosity, whether that means doing some up close investigation, observing from afar, or inquiring about it, often leading to a ton of questions that can seem overwhelming or annoying. Usually, this has left Heron being slightly prone to getting herself into sticky situations and at times in trouble of where she has needed some help to get out of. Unfortunately, Heron seems oblivious to the frustration this tends to cause others around her, causing many to call her ditzy and mouse-brained and question her chances of surviving.
Surprisingly though, Heron has proven herself to actually be sharp and quick minded, showing despite her curiosity she does have some sense to think about things and come up with some ideas when needed. She is quick to adapt and has known to try to be the funny type. Although, her jokes tend to be less than funny and this attempt seems to only amuse others than her jokes. Thus she seems rather out-going and energetic, as expected from a young cat, who just wants to know about the world around her and sometimes doesn't know when to be quiet. Nevertheless, Heron holds an upbeat attitude, being compassionate towards others and being quite trusting, if maybe somewhat gullible if she's not a little more careful.
But to say Heron isn't loyal would be assuming wrong. She is incredibly loyal to those she considers friends or family, and despite her less than poor skills in fighting she would do just that to protect them, even if that meant costing her life. It is these times that she shows a rare fierceness and anger, especially for those who threaten her loved ones. She shows little fear in her wanderings or fighting, making this a welcoming yet dangerous trait while she holds strongly to her beliefs and sometimes can be a little ornery.
HISTORY:
Heron is one of those rogues who did not come from the Clans, the Twolegplace, or anywhere in the vicinity of the forest. Rather, she was born in the mountains to the Tribe of Rushing Water with a culture quite similar to the Clans yet at the same time so very different. She was born to her mother Water Crashing Into the Lagoon and Sun That Rises At Dawn, Water and Sun respectively when shortened, who had five kits and Heron being one of them but she would only have three within hours as her family lost one and went to the Tribe of Endless Hunting. But it would be here in the Tribe's caves that she would grown and watch the prey-hunters and cave-guards curiously, often pestering them with questions or if they were too busy she would go to Stoneteller and bombard him with questions about the Tribe of Endless Hunting, sometimes amusing and annoying her tribemates at the same time for her quite inquisitive nature.
HISTORY:
Heron is one of those rogues who did not come from the Clans, the Twolegplace, or anywhere in the vicinity of the forest. Rather, she was born in the mountains to the Tribe of Rushing Water with a culture quite similar to the Clans yet at the same time so very different. She was born to her mother Water Crashing Into the Lagoon and Sun That Rises At Dawn, Water and Sun respectively when shortened, who had five kits and Heron being one of them but she would only have three within hours as her family lost one and went to the Tribe of Endless Hunting. But it would be here in the Tribe's caves that she would grown and watch the prey-hunters and cave-guards curiously, often pestering them with questions or if they were too busy she would go to Stoneteller and bombard him with questions about the Tribe of Endless Hunting, sometimes amusing and annoying her tribemates at the same time for her quite inquisitive nature.
At about four moons, Heron and her three brothers were taken outside the caves by the waterfall by their parents to see the outside world for a quick second. It is this way that after Heron's eyes adjusted the first thing she saw was a heron soaring over the Tribe's waterfall lagoon, and her awestruck expression led her parents to name her Heron Soaring Over Water while her brothers earned their names as well. After this, the kits were kept inside the cave until they were eight moons old, often spending their time playing games and chasing one another until they were made To-Bes, the equivalent of an apprentice in the clans. Due to her leaner, lithe build Heron was made a prey-hunter To-Be much like her father was and something she seemed quite excited for.
But during the next six moons that she would be trained to hunt prey, Heron often found herself looking out beyond the mountain peaks when she came across a view of what laid out beneath them. Her wonder and curiosity grew as she trained and continued to see glimpses of the world below, expressing her ideas and day dreams of what lied beyond. But her mentor and tribemates dismissed this as simple ramblings of a young cat much to her annoyance. After three moons she gave up trying to ask about the land below, much less what could be there. She kept quiet and concerned herself with her training for the time being and eventually her training and hard work paid off as the next ceremony at fourteen moons allowed her to become an officinal prey-hunter.
Unfortunately, Heron was restless for the next week following becoming a full prey-hunter. Finally, on the sixth night she crept out of the prey-hunter's den and snuck across the cave, silent bidding her family farewell before she snuck out of the cave and past the cave-guards. One she was sure she was clear, Heron took off from her mountain home, trekking for the next moon through unknown terrain. Once she had left the mountains she had known all her life, Heron was met with a strange and alien world starting with a fairly large thunderpath and little cover to hide with. The path was hard like the mountain rock but sticky and foul smelling, seeming to cut through the mountains that lied on either side, but after a few moments of confusion, she began traveling the direction she could see more trees and unusual large nests in the distance.
The trek took her a day before she reached a place of large monsters, shiny creatures with big black paws and seeing clearly inside them. Curious about them, Heron moved closer to one of them to sniff, pressing her paw on the large creature's, but not getting a reaction. There were a few there, but the next few she tried she got the same treatment. But with day turning into night, she decided to find a place among the twoleg nest to sleep. She remained here for a few days, finding little food with birds that landed on occasion and didn't get anything to drink until it rained one her last day. She drank from a puddle when the rain cleared before deciding to continue her journey when only finding twolegs coming and going and the monsters seeming to only come to life when the twolegs did something.
For the next three days, Heron moved across open fields with few trees or bushes to use for hiding and sleeping, while she caught what little mice, birds, or other small critters she could catch. To make herself to hide better though she made use of mud from the previous rainfall to cover herself entirely, trying to hide her scent as she went. Eventually, she reached the outskirts of a large twoleg place but when she came too close to the yard of one home, the young she-cat had her first encounter with a rather protective dog, causing her to take off into the small town out of fear of the large dog chasing after her. In her fear, Heron found herself deep within the twolegplace and rather lost and disoriented from the scents and sounds.
Her first week here proved to be a living hell as Heron wandered aimlessly through the hard, smelly street with few twolegs who were kind and others who shooed her away or threw random things her way. Each time she would dart away and ended up in the alleys, which weren't much better. She met other cats here, some rabid, skinny, and cruel due to lack of proper food and no order. Her own foreign scent and small stature made her an easy target, earning her several warnings to steer clear of their territory, with her first encounter being rough that earned her several bites and scratches that thankfully weren't infected. After her first encounter with rogues, she was always cautious when going near the alley ways and scrounging for food, which one decent cat explained to her was carrion food they used to survive.
When the second week came and she was in her third week of being away from the tribe, she found herself by chance on the outskirts once more, finding a surprise of a patch of trees. The scent of the trees and plants brought some delight to Heron as she finally found a far safer place to eat and recover from her ordeal in twolegplace. Though it wasn't exactly the mountains she adapted enough to hunt and found a small stream to drink from. Now as her sole place to survive, she once more made her treks back into the twolegplace, but never far from the end to get lost again, once more seeking out cats who might be kinder than the rogues she had met. She did finally meet a kittypet pair living within one of the shops who did show her kindness, talking to them of where she came from and why she was journeying around amusing the older cats who tried to point out being a kittypet would be easier while they shared their food with her.
Heron showed disgust for the food but politely ate some to not seem rude, as she shared stories of the mountains and the tribe and why she enjoyed the freedom. Though they found such customs strange the two kittypets were kind enough to guide her towards a place beyond the twolegplace and fields of where they heard tales of strange cats living in the forest there. Intrigued, Heron thanked them before she began retracing her pawsteps and began traveling through the fields again. This time though, she came across a pair of small dogs, slightly large than cats but longer than them that yipped and barked after her. But they weren't as vicious, if wanting to play instead, something Heron didn't understand and simply took them chasing her as being for sport causing her to hiss and growl at the two, causing the small, long dogs to yelp and turn away in surprise and fright and giving her a chance to slip away.
Like her trek through there before, there was few places for cover and she relied on the occasional small critter that scurried through there to survive, something she didn't mind since she was use to eating once a day. Finally, after a week of going through the fields and having to recall the directions many times when she got lost, Heron came across the outer parts of Highstones, with the scent strong of the foreign cats the two kittypets had spoke of and their forest home being laid out before her eyes in the distance. In her excitement, Heron took off past Highstones, only briefly seeing the entrance Mothermouth and continue past to come to the outer parts of Barley's farm. She steered clear of the yard in any case of the dogs she could smell and chance for hostility, taking the way along the corn field until she approached the forest territories at last.
Unfortunately, Heron was restless for the next week following becoming a full prey-hunter. Finally, on the sixth night she crept out of the prey-hunter's den and snuck across the cave, silent bidding her family farewell before she snuck out of the cave and past the cave-guards. One she was sure she was clear, Heron took off from her mountain home, trekking for the next moon through unknown terrain. Once she had left the mountains she had known all her life, Heron was met with a strange and alien world starting with a fairly large thunderpath and little cover to hide with. The path was hard like the mountain rock but sticky and foul smelling, seeming to cut through the mountains that lied on either side, but after a few moments of confusion, she began traveling the direction she could see more trees and unusual large nests in the distance.
The trek took her a day before she reached a place of large monsters, shiny creatures with big black paws and seeing clearly inside them. Curious about them, Heron moved closer to one of them to sniff, pressing her paw on the large creature's, but not getting a reaction. There were a few there, but the next few she tried she got the same treatment. But with day turning into night, she decided to find a place among the twoleg nest to sleep. She remained here for a few days, finding little food with birds that landed on occasion and didn't get anything to drink until it rained one her last day. She drank from a puddle when the rain cleared before deciding to continue her journey when only finding twolegs coming and going and the monsters seeming to only come to life when the twolegs did something.
For the next three days, Heron moved across open fields with few trees or bushes to use for hiding and sleeping, while she caught what little mice, birds, or other small critters she could catch. To make herself to hide better though she made use of mud from the previous rainfall to cover herself entirely, trying to hide her scent as she went. Eventually, she reached the outskirts of a large twoleg place but when she came too close to the yard of one home, the young she-cat had her first encounter with a rather protective dog, causing her to take off into the small town out of fear of the large dog chasing after her. In her fear, Heron found herself deep within the twolegplace and rather lost and disoriented from the scents and sounds.
Her first week here proved to be a living hell as Heron wandered aimlessly through the hard, smelly street with few twolegs who were kind and others who shooed her away or threw random things her way. Each time she would dart away and ended up in the alleys, which weren't much better. She met other cats here, some rabid, skinny, and cruel due to lack of proper food and no order. Her own foreign scent and small stature made her an easy target, earning her several warnings to steer clear of their territory, with her first encounter being rough that earned her several bites and scratches that thankfully weren't infected. After her first encounter with rogues, she was always cautious when going near the alley ways and scrounging for food, which one decent cat explained to her was carrion food they used to survive.
When the second week came and she was in her third week of being away from the tribe, she found herself by chance on the outskirts once more, finding a surprise of a patch of trees. The scent of the trees and plants brought some delight to Heron as she finally found a far safer place to eat and recover from her ordeal in twolegplace. Though it wasn't exactly the mountains she adapted enough to hunt and found a small stream to drink from. Now as her sole place to survive, she once more made her treks back into the twolegplace, but never far from the end to get lost again, once more seeking out cats who might be kinder than the rogues she had met. She did finally meet a kittypet pair living within one of the shops who did show her kindness, talking to them of where she came from and why she was journeying around amusing the older cats who tried to point out being a kittypet would be easier while they shared their food with her.
Heron showed disgust for the food but politely ate some to not seem rude, as she shared stories of the mountains and the tribe and why she enjoyed the freedom. Though they found such customs strange the two kittypets were kind enough to guide her towards a place beyond the twolegplace and fields of where they heard tales of strange cats living in the forest there. Intrigued, Heron thanked them before she began retracing her pawsteps and began traveling through the fields again. This time though, she came across a pair of small dogs, slightly large than cats but longer than them that yipped and barked after her. But they weren't as vicious, if wanting to play instead, something Heron didn't understand and simply took them chasing her as being for sport causing her to hiss and growl at the two, causing the small, long dogs to yelp and turn away in surprise and fright and giving her a chance to slip away.
Like her trek through there before, there was few places for cover and she relied on the occasional small critter that scurried through there to survive, something she didn't mind since she was use to eating once a day. Finally, after a week of going through the fields and having to recall the directions many times when she got lost, Heron came across the outer parts of Highstones, with the scent strong of the foreign cats the two kittypets had spoke of and their forest home being laid out before her eyes in the distance. In her excitement, Heron took off past Highstones, only briefly seeing the entrance Mothermouth and continue past to come to the outer parts of Barley's farm. She steered clear of the yard in any case of the dogs she could smell and chance for hostility, taking the way along the corn field until she approached the forest territories at last.
Kuwaki , Edda Rose , Minteh Freshness
