Post by .:Lion:. on Nov 17, 2011 23:48:13 GMT -5
Name: Sirendust
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SkyClan
Description:
Eyes: Very round, and a vibrant blue color that gave her the name “Siren”
Fur: Mostly white with tinges of soft brown undertones and patches of mostly grey with ginger accents around her nose and on her ears and on her tail and on her front left paw. Her fur is long and silky
Build: Sirendust is lean but her fur hides her frame well. She looks stronger than she is, though since she doesn’t usually weigh a lot (except when she’s wet) she tends to be quicker than expected too.
Personality:
Siren’s mother always called her a “shadowspinner.” She has always loved stories, and her creative impulse makes her a favorite with many kits who like to listen to her talk of distant places and ancient legends. She is very friendly and sweet-tempered, which also makes her popular with the other cats in her Clan, despite the fact she’s only lived there for four moons. Sirendust is very trusting, but she also has an innate sense that helps her to understand other cats—so if someone is planning something bad, Siren can usually sense it. She is very afraid of water, but loves heights and loves pushing herself to achieve. Sirendust has a lot of principles, and she’s pretty much your typical do-gooder. Violence was never her thing, really, but in a fight she’s skilled enough to hold her own. Siren also dislikes hunting a lot, which makes the warrior’s life a bit hard for her. But she makes up for it by imagining scenarios for herself. That’s how she makes the mundane interesting.
History:
Mayflower Dawn was a beautiful she-cat—a Turkish Van, with a pedigree and the finest home a Twoleg could build for its companion. Dawn, as she preferred to be called, always loved to sit on the windowsill and look out into the world beyond her nest. She was never allowed outside, you see. But Dawn would content herself with staring out at the other cats as they met and talked on their garden fences or hissed at dogs trapped by a leash. The neighbor cat was a calico non-Pedigree named Calcifer—or Cal for short, as she’d often heard him say through the small crack in her window. Cal fascinated Dawn. He was charming and seemed to get along with everyone. Every day like clockwork she would sit and watch him with curious eyes. She couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely. Then, one day, there were no cats outside Cal’s home. He sat bathing in the sun, his eyes half closed. Dawn inched towards the window, almost pressing her face against it to watch him. She slipped suddenly on a piece of paper on the desk she always perched on, slamming her chin on the windowsill. Cal blinked and turned towards her, his ears pricked. Dawn quickly tried to leave, feeling embarrassed for making a fool out of herself in front of him.
“Wait!” Dawn flinched and looked up to see Cal perched outside her window, his eyes staring into the dimly lit room, trying to see where she had hidden herself. “Come back. Please?” The tom called, and Dawn slowly made her way back to her perch, keeping a careful eye on the cat. His face brightened when he saw her.
“You’re the cat that we sometimes see, right? The champion show cat?”
“That’s me.” The she-cat replied nervously,
“Wow. You really are beautiful. No wonder you win awards at those Twoleg contests.” The tom meowed. Dawn flushed with pleasure, liking that he had called her beautiful.
“My name is Calcifer, but you can call me Cal. What’s yours?”
“Mayflower Dawn. But Dawn is fine.”
Cal and Dawn spent a lot of time together after that, separated by the window but still able to talk and see each other. They made sure not to meet when Dawn’s Twolegs were home, because they did not like her speaking to him. Dawn’s mother had always warned her against love in general, especially any association with non-Pedigrees. But Dawn couldn’t help falling in love with Cal. He was smart and handsome and charming and really appreciated more about her than just her beauty. He would talk with her about other things, too—about the stories that she liked to listen to when her Twolegs turned on the bright pool in the living room where little Twolegs would always be trapped in very interesting places. They would discuss what they thought had happened and make up their own stories together. The two would stay up into the darkest hours of the night talking about their characters and both loved to spend time together. Slowly, Dawn began to think of her nest less like a home and more like a prison. She wanted to be outside, with Cal. She loved him, and would do anything to be with him.
One day, when her Twoleg was going out to water the plants, the door was accidently left open. Dawn didn’t hesitate, but snuck out of the house, trying not to let the collar around her neck tingle and alert her Twoleg. She waited until the woman had gone inside and then made her way to Cal’s home. She tucked herself into the bushes outside his nest and waited. He appeared at the hour they always met and she called out to him. He glanced at her with wide, surprised eyes, but he seemed happy.
“Dawn! What are you doing out here?” he asked.
“I wanted to see you without glass in between us.” She replied with a shy smile.
“I’ll show you around then,” Cal responded, looking thrilled to have her with him. The two of them spent the day exploring the Twolegplace around their homes. Cal showed her all the sites, and later they curled up on a warm rock and watched the sun go down.
“This is the sort of thing that Blue and Ace would do,” Cal pointed out, naming two of their favorite characters that were in love in their story. Dawn turned to him and smiled.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Dawn?”
“Yeah?” Cal hesitated.
“I… I’m really glad we could really be together today. That we could finally…” He seemed a bit flustered as gestured shyly towards the place their sides touched, that constant contact the one thing that hadn’t changed throughout the day.
“Yeah. I’m glad, too.” Dawn said, smiling. Cal’s smile faded as he looked into her eyes. The tom leaned forward and Dawn closed her eyes and smiled as his tongue brushed her muzzle gently.
“I really love you, Dawn. It’s like we were destined to meet. Like in a story.” He murmured.
“I love you, too, Cal.” His smile returned, and Dawn closed her eyes as he rubbed his muzzle against her affectionately. If this was love, it didn’t matter that Cal had no Pedigree. All that mattered was that he was here, with her.
Dawn had refused to return to her prison. She slept in the bushes in Cal’s garden most of the time, though this made him nervous, so she finally began sneaking into his nest and sleeping in one of the old closets his Twolegs usually didn’t use. When she found out she was expecting kits, Dawn didn’t know what to think. She’d never really thought of raising a family and not having the kits be Pedigree cats that would be sold off to other places. She was a bit excited to raise a family. Cal was so proud when the kits were born. They managed to hide away from his Twolegs and he brought Dawn food as she nursed the three kits. There was Mica and Nightjar, the two males, and then a little female that Dawn had named Siren. Dawn and Siren were close as the two she-cats, and Siren really took up her parents’ fascination for stories. She didn’t use storylines from other places like Dawn had always done, though. Siren quickly learned to make up her own worlds and characters and plots. Dawn called her the “shadowspinner,” meaning that she was able to create stories out of nothing. As the moons passed, the family began exploring the forest a bit more, since Siren really liked it. One day, Siren was perched on a rock over the shimmering river that ran through the trees. The water looked so dark and deep.
“You shouldn’t stand so close to the water, Siren.” Her mother warned. Siren dabbed at it with a paw and tried to flick Mica with it. Suddenly she lost her footing and fell into with a scream. Her parents looked up in alarm and Cal plunged into the water after her, but the current was carrying her away.
“Mom! Dad!” Siren called, but the river closed over her head. The little kit lost consciousness and ended up waking in a strange new place with a black she-cat sitting beside her.
“You’re awake. Good. Have some food.” The she-cat pushed a fish towards Siren.
“Where’s my family?” The young cat coughed.
“You fell over the falls, so it could have been quite some time since you fell into the water I think. It’s a miracle you survived. But there’s nothing around here.”
“Isn’t there a town nearby?” Siren squeaked.
“Not that I know of. There’s a few over the hill, I think. We’ll look later, though. For now, eat.”
The cat’s name was Jenna. She was a curt, quiet sort of cat that didn’t talk about herself at all and rarely spoke of anyone else either. The two searched for Siren’s parents, but they were nowhere to be found. Finally, Siren began to get used to living with Jenna. The two became close companions, and even though Siren missed her family she liked traveling and meeting new cats.
SkyClan came as a bit of a surprise. It was only three moons after Jenna left—it had been sudden. Siren knew she was too old to cling onto the older she-cat forever, but it had been sad to find her gone. She knew that Jenna was sick, though. The cat never talked about the pain, but Siren could sense it. Jenna had left to find someplace to die alone. When Siren found SkyClan, she was happy enough to rest there for a while and examine the lifestyle of these cats. They were kind to her, and the queens especially loved her presence. She wasn’t much at hunting or fighting, but she learned pretty quickly and was good enough with kits to warrant many cats asking her to stay. Siren decided she liked it there and was officially apprenticed as Sirenpaw. As she was somewhat a quick study, no cat saw any need for her stay an apprentice long. Although it was mainly after saving a kit from a fox that she earned her name. That’s also when Shriketalon showed up. He was grumpy sometimes, and generally not the friendliest of cats at other times. But Sirendust liked him. He was really sweet deep down, and she admired his strength. It came as a surprise when she found that she loved him. She supposed it wasn’t to be requited, but in the end Shriketalon (rather pathetically) did admit that he loved her too (though his precise words were “I sort of actually kind of like you… maybe”). The two became mates and have lived in SkyClan together ever since.
