Shoal
Personality:
Shoal is a quiet cat. He's pushes himself to survive, hunting as he knows he must. When he's feeling like himself and isn't mourning the loss of his two-leg or his way of life, he's a calm, dutiful cat. He ensures that things get done. He'll help a stranger because there's always someone who has it worse, he tells himself. Appearance: Shoal has medium-long silvery-grey fur. It's dark grey on his back and graduates down to white on his legs and underbelly. He has a handsome medium-to-large sized tom cat with large dark amber eyes. |
Bio:
Shoal lived on a boat with his two-leg. His two-leg owned a small nest down by the harbor, but the two of them were rarely there, being out on the boat for days at a time. His two-leg was an elderly man with mottled, veined hands. Shoal remembers those hands the best, they were old but strong. Those hands petted Shoal, gave him meals, and offered comfort to him. He also remembered his two-leg's eyes. They were pale blue, the color of the sky.
Shoal's two-leg found him as a kit, thrown out down by the harbor under a dumpster. He'd been mewling for his mother who had left him there. The two-leg had picked him up with the knotted old hands and carried him back to his nest. It was the beginning of a life Shoal would have traded for nothing else.
Shoal lived out on his two-legs boat. He hunted mice and rats, keeping the decks clear of them. He was rewarded with fish for a job well done. He didn't hunt the fish, the two-legs who worked for his two-leg caught them in big nets. When he wasn't hunting down vermin, he patrolled the boat to ensure that the two-legs were doing their jobs. There was even one day that a group of strange, sleek fish swam up to the boat. They chattered and chuckled to the two-legs on board. They stuck their beaks about the water, coming close. Shoal perched on the very edge of the boat, reached down, and tapped one on the head. It chattered at him and he chattered back. The two-legs laughed and called the fish dolphins.
Shoal had a good life, but it didn't last. His two-leg fell ill. It was a degenerative disease that made his form shrink, his hands shake, and his movements become stiff and painful. Shoal and his two-leg moved away from the sea and out to the countryside where his two-leg's kit lived with her own mate and kits.
Over the next few moons, Shoal's two-leg became very weak and couldn't leave his bed. He was tended to by his daughter, a two-leg with the same eyes, but very different hands. She wasn't overly fond of Shoal, but she let him stay. Shoal curled up by his two-leg's hand and the old two-leg would pet him feebly. Shoal was there when his two-leg became still and cold. He yowled and scratched and hissed when his two-leg's daughter forcefully removed him from the room. He paced and yowled until he was thrown out of the house.
"We need a barn cat," his two-leg's daughter said. Shoal was used to being on a boat, though, not land and definitely not a farm. He tried hunting in the barn like a proper farm cat, but he couldn't stay in the place that his two-leg had died in. He ran away.
Shoal traveled as long and as far as he could until he came to the land where the clans were. He stayed away from the other cats, but he couldn't bear to keep going. He'd lost everything and it was all he could go to make himself hunt to survive.
Shoal lived on a boat with his two-leg. His two-leg owned a small nest down by the harbor, but the two of them were rarely there, being out on the boat for days at a time. His two-leg was an elderly man with mottled, veined hands. Shoal remembers those hands the best, they were old but strong. Those hands petted Shoal, gave him meals, and offered comfort to him. He also remembered his two-leg's eyes. They were pale blue, the color of the sky.
Shoal's two-leg found him as a kit, thrown out down by the harbor under a dumpster. He'd been mewling for his mother who had left him there. The two-leg had picked him up with the knotted old hands and carried him back to his nest. It was the beginning of a life Shoal would have traded for nothing else.
Shoal lived out on his two-legs boat. He hunted mice and rats, keeping the decks clear of them. He was rewarded with fish for a job well done. He didn't hunt the fish, the two-legs who worked for his two-leg caught them in big nets. When he wasn't hunting down vermin, he patrolled the boat to ensure that the two-legs were doing their jobs. There was even one day that a group of strange, sleek fish swam up to the boat. They chattered and chuckled to the two-legs on board. They stuck their beaks about the water, coming close. Shoal perched on the very edge of the boat, reached down, and tapped one on the head. It chattered at him and he chattered back. The two-legs laughed and called the fish dolphins.
Shoal had a good life, but it didn't last. His two-leg fell ill. It was a degenerative disease that made his form shrink, his hands shake, and his movements become stiff and painful. Shoal and his two-leg moved away from the sea and out to the countryside where his two-leg's kit lived with her own mate and kits.
Over the next few moons, Shoal's two-leg became very weak and couldn't leave his bed. He was tended to by his daughter, a two-leg with the same eyes, but very different hands. She wasn't overly fond of Shoal, but she let him stay. Shoal curled up by his two-leg's hand and the old two-leg would pet him feebly. Shoal was there when his two-leg became still and cold. He yowled and scratched and hissed when his two-leg's daughter forcefully removed him from the room. He paced and yowled until he was thrown out of the house.
"We need a barn cat," his two-leg's daughter said. Shoal was used to being on a boat, though, not land and definitely not a farm. He tried hunting in the barn like a proper farm cat, but he couldn't stay in the place that his two-leg had died in. He ran away.
Shoal traveled as long and as far as he could until he came to the land where the clans were. He stayed away from the other cats, but he couldn't bear to keep going. He'd lost everything and it was all he could go to make himself hunt to survive.