Vole [of] Loners

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Name : Vole

Gender : She-Cat

Age : 30 moons

Clan : Loner

Rank : Loner

Description :
Vole’s pelt is the richest, deepest of browns, her tabby fur disguised by the seemingly solid coloring. Her right ear is jet black, a match to her left hind leg. The fur itself is soft and well looked after, the mid-length, thick coat a pleasant defense against the elements. Two striking, glistening eyes look out at the world with a curious, though knowing shine. The wisdom behind her gaze surpasses the experiences of her moons. She always has a look of openness about her expression- an eagerness to discover. Her whiskers are long and thin, frequently splayed out as though in question. Vole’s body is of a smaller stature. However, despite the minor, nutritional stunt in her development, soft muscle lines her lithe shape. She’s healthy, embracing all that the world has to offer. As a result of a since-healed injury, her tail- once elegant and expressive- is now nothing more than a small stub, adding to her ever-distinct appearance.

Personality :
Once wary- though not unkind- of strangers, Vole has developed a new sense of welcoming toward cats, both familiar and strange. This openness stems from her insatiable need to learn, to share experience, and to form unbreakable bonds. She welcomes first, and asks questions later. This way of thinking has gotten her into trouble more than once- both her and her friends. Her forgiveness, in its entire splendor, has become a vital weak point for Vole- she sets herself up to be hurt. But, because she’s thus far found more good than bad, she is reluctant to change her way of thinking. Quirky in more ways than one, Vole’s charismatic tendencies often throw others for a loop. With her unconditional love for her family and friends- the two one in the same- and her unusual connection to the natural world, Vole is easy to get along with, though not always the easiest to understand.

History :
Moons ago, the time now a mere whisper on the wind, Vole lived nomadically. She had only her mother as a companion, and that was all she need. The older she-cat was Vole’s guiding light, the driving force that shaped her into the distinct character she is today. The time came, however, on one unforgettably crisp night, when Vole’s mother left her. Vole never shed a tear, despite the inexplicable pain she was feeling- she knew her mother would not want her to be sad. Always one to be strong, Vole continued on in the steps her mother had laid down. She drifted from one place to the next, never staying anywhere in particular for very long. Until, at last…

It had all happened by utter chance. On her travels, Vole caught wind of an odd sort of… grouping of other cats, too many for her to recognize. Word of the clans sparked an intense curiosity within her, and on one particular day, Vole had a chance to speak with someone who came directly from the source. A she-cat, Inktears, ran into Vole on two separate occasions, the two became friends, and others were soon to follow. Vole found herself now tied to these other cats in a way she’d once felt for only her mother. They were her family now. Settled, and happy, Vole decided to claim this new land as her home.

The band of misfits remained together throughout the passing moons. Throughout the cold season, throughout hunger, throughout troubles, throughout danger- they stayed as one. A vicious wolf attack- the cause of Vole’s lost tail- simply brought the family closer. Eventually, Vole met a tom who’d, for one reason or another, taken a special liking to her. The two had kits, and though Vole managed to cling to her youngest daughter, she suddenly found herself separated from her friends- the thaw had driven them apart. Slowly but surely, however, Vole and her cherished daughter have followed the clans, hoping to once again be reunited with her family.

Relationships :
Shrew: she-cat|daughter|petite, slate grey with her mother’s crimson eyes
Muskrat: tom|son|slim, patch-worth fur
Marsh: tom|son
Wolf: she-cat|daughter|honey-brown fur with black splotches and white stockings
Griever: tom|mate|blonde tabby with dark amber eyes
Legacy: tom|friend|large bengal
Inktears: she-cat|friend|black, former warrior
Raptor: tom|friend|brown tabby, many scars
Sharg: tom|friend|large, black
Dove: she-cat|friend|sleek, gentle, white

Role-Play :
The night had been long, the moon a mere sliver against the pitch flesh of the sky. She, along with her small, knowing daughter, Shrew, padded steadily across the icy terrain. A sheet of ice had blanketed the surface of the once powdery snow, giving the surrounding world a silent, mystifying feel. The she-cat’s crimson eyes danced around, searching the horizon, searching the distant tree line, searching and searching all around. For anything- for another cat- for a sign of life- for the slightest disturbance. But where she searched, she found nothing. Shrew, sensing her mother’s smothered distress, gazed up at the dark feline with her matching scarlet gaze. Vole saw this, and offered her daughter a smile. ’Even now I can see how very wise my kit is becoming’ Despite the cold, despite the dark, despite the quiet all around, Vole released her odd, foreign-sounding purr, which her daughter quickly responded to with her own. They had one another, and for now, it was enough. And in the next quiet breeze that passed between them, Vole caught wind of a memory- a memory of her and her own mother, traveling contently across the world together, once upon a time.

Motto/Themesong :

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

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