Post by Kibbles on Nov 3, 2015 21:37:54 GMT
 Plover I have walked there sometimes, beyond the forest and up into the night. I have seen the world fall away and the white light forever fill the air. general info
APPEARANCE
Plover is a tall and lanky cat. She may not look lanky because of all of her fur, though. Her white and tabby fur is long and fluffy, causing her to look bulkier than she really is. Adding the bulk look to her long legs and long body makes her look as if she could taken on the biggest of the forest cats. She has delicate paws and she takes graceful steps. She walks as if she was brought up like a lady. One paw right in front of the other, causing her to move a lot differently than the forest cats around her. Her tail is long and is held in the air, keeping it off of the dirty ground. It is always fluffed to make her prettier. whenever she's sitting, it is always wrapped around her paws or to the side of her, to keep it out of the way. When she's asleep, its curled around her. Her ears are a bit big for her, but they always seemed to be alert. She is always listening to whomever she is speaking to. It's out of politeness and respect, of course. Her blue eyes are always looking at whom she is speaking with also. She doesn't let them roam around. She just looks into their eyes as a sign of respect and to show that she is paying attention and interested, even if the conversation is quite boring. Like all cats who have lived in the wild, she does have scars on her. Not as many as one would think, but they are there. She has been in fights before, although not often. They are hidden under her thick pelt.  personality
Plover was trained to be a lady. She grew up learning to speak when spoken to. She learned to show respect to the toms and that they were in charge, not her. She learned that she was there to keep them company and not the other way around. She was patient and even had a suitor set up for her when the time came around to it. In her trained to become a lady, she learned that patience was the key. So she became patient. She watched as others did reckless things and she didn't often lose her temper. She instead tried to help them. With that, though, she wanted to learn to become a guard. She begged and begged and begged to be able to learn how to fight. Thus she was given the chance. In her guard training, she learned to become independent. She learned that no matter what anyone else said, she would take care of herself. And when the time came down to it, she did. She became a bit ruthless, fighting until she almost killed her opponent. She didn't care. Others saw her as weak and a lady. She was going to prove them otherwise. And she did. This caused her a bit reckless as well. She often started things that she couldn't finish on her own. And with that came the sadness. She has been through so much in her life and she blames it all on herself. No one would see that right away, though. She hides it from others, like she was taught. And she stays sad when alone.
HISTORY She was born in a large wooded forest. Her father was the leader's Captain of the Guard. Her mother a lowly noble. Her and her siblings were well respected in the group she was in. Her brothers were told that they would grow up and be brave warriors. She was told that she would grow up to have beautiful kits. And in all honesty, that is what she wanted. By the time she was six moons old, she was introduced to a young tom. A tom from the forest, but not part of their group. His name was Tiger. A muscular, well build tom. He was older than her by ten moons. Her mother had told her that he would be her mate one day. And Plover was so happy. Tiger and her spent a lot of time together. He often escorted her through the woods, often brought her to special occasions that the forest was having. He often brought her gifts, such as flowers or prey. And she felt lucky to have him. And then she spotted another cat. One whom was closer to her age. He joined the group of cats she was in. He wasn't as handsome as Tiger. Nor was he as delicate as him. But there was something about him that caused all of her attention to go to him whenever he was around. Pebble was his name. It was not a strong name. Not like Tiger. But it fit him. He was short, small. Yet, he was fierce. He joined the guard and she so desperately wanted to talk to him. She wanted to see what he would say to her. So she begged her parents. Her mother said no, that she was a she-cat, not a tom. That her duty was to be kind, caring, and pretty. Not to be rough and scarred up. And yet, her father found it amusing. Her father found it to be a good opportunity. After all, his son's were in the guard. Why couldn't his daughter be? So he allowed it. After all, he had the final say in the matter. So she started her first training session. Her father trained her himself, not allowing her to train with the other guards at first. She would watch them train and then afterwards, when they were all gone, she would train. She didn't think it was fair, but her father said that they would only distract her if she trained with them at the moment. That she wasn't ready. Tiger thought it was inappropriate and often voiced his opinion on the matter, but that is all he was allowed to do. They weren't mates yet. He couldn't say yes or no. He just became a bit rude about it, saying that she shouldn't be acting like she was a tom and that he liked her better before. She just ignored him and continued to do what she was doing. A few moons passed and her father finally let her train with the other guards. It was leaf-bare. Snow covered the ground and it was a sparring session. She sparred against one of her brothers and easily lost. She was disappointed, and embarrassed. The other guards laughed and said that this is why a she-cat couldn't be in the guard. Everyone except for Pebble. Pebble, instead, went over to her after the training and offered to help her practice. She was shocked, but she agreed. And thus, once everyone left, they stayed. They often sparred after the training sessions. For moons they spent their time alone in the training grounds, fighting each other. And then, Plover realized something. She realized that no matter what, she never felt truly at home, truly comfortable, unless he was around. She didn't know why he made her feel this way. Tiger sure didn't make her feel this way, even when they were alone on a walk. Nobody did. She loved him. She was so embarrassed and nervous. She didn't want to say anything. But now that she had realized her feelings, she often lost against him. She would get too distracted by the way his eyes were. by that patch of ruffled fur on his chest that never lied down. By the way his ears twitched every time she spoke. And then, he would have her pinned under him. Another match lost. One night, he asked her what was going on. He asked why she always seemed to be looking at him during the training sessions with the others. Why she had a far away look in her eyes. She didn't tell him. She couldn't. She explained that she had been looking for any weaknesses. A lie by all means. He didn't believe her. In fact, he just kind of gave her that crooked smile he had, which made her heart leap, and began teasing her. Not mean teasing. But he began saying that she had a crush on him. That she probably thought he was the most handsome cat in the forest. She got defensive over that, because it was true. She didn't want it to be true. She wanted it to be a lie. And yet, it wasn't. The look on her face must have given it away too. When she avoided his eyes and her ears pinned to her head. When she wouldn't even look at him. And that's when he realized that she really did like him. That she did have feelings for him. And he told her that he liked her too. That all the time they had been spending together under the bright stars had caused him to fall in love with her. That her blue eyes always made him lose his breath. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He loved her. She loved him. She was promised to another. It was wrong. But it felt so right. They stayed out with each other for the rest of that night. they walked and talked. They played and teased each other. And when she didn't do very lady-like things, he didn't care. He didn't question her or give her distasteful looks. He looked at her as if she was everything he had ever wanted. And she looked at him the same way. This happened often. Even when her and Tiger were at those special events, she would see Pebble looking at her and she would get embarrassed. And then he'd slip away and she'd give Tiger some sort of excuse that she was tired and was going to head back to her den. Tiger would offer to escort her back, but she would tell him to stay at the event and enjoy himself, that she would be fine. And then her and Pebble would spend even more time with each other. They would slip away through the night, go on small adventures. Find places to be alone so that they could just lay down and watch the stars on the cold, leaf-bare nights. And then, Tiger started noticing. He could see the way that Pebble would look at Plover. He could see the way that Plover would get embarrassed and smile to herself. So he asked her if there was anything going on. She said no, that Pebble was just another friend that she met in the guard. He didn't believe her. So Tiger kept an eye on Pebble and every time Pebble would slip off, Plover would want to leave as well. So Tiger began escorting her home, even when she didn't want him to. This happened for a long time. He would even come and watch the training, just to make sure Plover and Pebble weren't doing anything. It was hard. It was hard to spend time with the cat you loved and the cat you were promised to. Plover didn't know what to do. She was getting sad by the day and she could tell Pebble wanted to see her. But she feared that something bad was going to happen if she left with Pebble. So one night, she escaped from her den. She slipped away and went to the training grounds. There, she found Pebble. She knew she would find him there. They were finally able to spend time together again. And they were so happy. That night, the unbelievable thing happened. Something she had never planned on happening. The two mated. It wasn't a good idea. No, it definitely hadn't been a good idea. That was clear by the next morning. Plover woke up to screaming. To fighting. Claws raked across her as she leaped up. She was knocked to the ground. One of her brothers had her pinned. She struggled to get up, struggled to get to Pebble. She watched it happen. She cried, begging for her brothers and Tiger to stop. They didn't. They tore at him, listened to him as he screamed. Laughed as his blood turned the snow crimson. His fur littered the ground. One of his eyes landed beside her, staring at nothing. His screams of pain filled the air. She screamed as well, crying out. Then, after what seemed like forever, they stopped. The left him, bleeding and alive. They made him face her. And then they turned on her. They didn't cause any scars. They kept their claws sheathed, because she must always look pretty. But they beat her. They bruised her and beat her until she was bleeding from her mouth and nose. The whole time, Pebble laid there, trying to get closer. Trying to move to protect her. He crawled towards her, threatened them. Threatened to kill them. Threatened that if they ever left another paw on her, they would regret it. And then, they made Pebble watch as Tiger mated with her. Then they left her laying in the snow, battered and bruised. She had passed out from the pain. When she awoke again, Pebble's nose was touching hers. His eyes were closed and he laid there in dried blood. He looked as if he had fallen asleep. But he was cold. He was as cold as the snow they were laying on. The snow around them both was red. Her father found her a few hours later. She lay half on top of him, as if she was trying to keep him warm. As if her warmth could bring his back. As if she could bring him back to life. She was crying, yet Pebble had died with a smile on his face. She buried him. Buried him alone, attacking anyone who tried to help. And right after she buried him, she left. She just turned and walked away. She didn't say goodbye to anyone, although her father desperately kept trying to get her to come back. He followed her, even pass the edges of the territory. And finally, after a day, she turned and told him to leave. That if he wanted to know what happened, that he should ask her brothers and Tiger. She left her father standing there, in the snow. Moons passed, she bared two kits. One that resembled Pebble. Another resembling Tiger. Her heart ached. The two toms looked so much like the fathers and yet, they got along so well. They were the best of friends. She named them Pebble, after her love, and Heron, after her father. And she stayed until they were old enough to travel. Until they were old enough to be able to walk. Finally, several moons later, the three made it to the territories. While there, she was separated from her kits. Her family was split apart. She cried and searched for them desperately. She called out and called out, but to no answer. She was alone again. She didn't know if her kits were even alive or dead. She still searches for them, though. And she has made it to the swamps. She had heard of cats living there and hoped that her sons had come here. Prayed that they did. 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