Post by brazenbul on Oct 29, 2021 13:15:31 GMT
Name : Stolensoul
Age : 39 moons
Gender : Male
Status : Loner
Character Slot: Normal
Character Status: Alive
Special Connection - Rank I : Stolensoul is able to listen to plants, though this ability is nothing more than a soft whispering it is enough for Stolensoul to listen to and he uses this to help him figure out what plants do what in terms of medicinal use.
Special Connection - Rank I : Stolensoul hears the displeased yowling and yells of the warrior ancestor's of starclan, these screams are typically nothing more than a background noise, a constant thrumming that melts into the back of Stolensouls mind. These yells, however, can become almost defeaning every once in a while.
Appearance : Stolensoul is a thin, stocky, tall chimera tom with one side of his pelt being a deep black while the other half being a rich white colour. He has a mostly short haired pelt with small patches of long fur on his cheeks tail and neck.
Personality : Stolensoul can be described fairly well with one simple word, strange. He is a cat of very few words and when he does speak its with an almost hauntingly flat tone, almost as if he has no soul in his body, hence his name, he also does not speak normally, only communicating in riddle like patterns. Despite his strange nature and seemingly emotionless gestures and tone Stolensoul isn't a heartless cat, far from it, he cares deeply for preserving life having devoted himself to helping stray cats in need of healing.
Stolensoul is very much a pacifist, rarely finding it worth his time to fight or quarrel with others, he wastes no time with cats he deems unnecessary hostile and will even refuse care of such cats if they cannot control themselves.
History: Stolensoul was born to a completely different name one he, to this day, has no memory of. Soon after his birth he was kidnapped by a grieving she cat, one who had just recently lost her own kits. Despite the horrible act of being stolen, he did not have a bad kithood, his new mother was kind and gentle and loved him as her own. However the she cats mate was horrified at her act of thievery, even if the act was fueled by horrible grief. Stolensoul remembers his 'father' only referring to him as "that stolen one", though his father never tried to be any more involved than he needed to be Stolensoul remembers him fondly as a protector.
His mother and father soon settled down in a small colony of cats, and with his name still overshadowed by the fact he was a stolen kit, something his father did not let go, he was soon named Stolen permanent.
Stolensoul always heard small whisperings when other cats didn't, the older cats called him strange, chattered on how disconnected his gaze seemed from reality. One day, Stolen wondered too far from the colonies camp and became lost, unknowing of how to hunt he survived on the whispering leaves that spoke to him. Continuing to wonder he soon found a kind old Loner, one that spoke of talents of healers and how he was sure he had that gift.
Moons passed in his new life, caring for his old friend and mentor until they soon passed peacefully curled up around Stolen. The tom grieved for his friend, and now alone began to hone in on the skills his old friend spoke about.
Not long after Stolen met a wondering she cat, weak and alone he offered her shelter. With company once more he settled into an almost domestic life, and soon realised the she cat was baring his kits. . He had never found the desire to be a father, nor did he view him and the she cat as mates. Stolen soon took on a new name, one helped by the she cat. He remembers her words clearly, " you may be a little weird. . But You've got a good soul. ".
Stolensoul was never an outstanding father, one could ever say he bordered on neglectful and it was this behavior, however accidental it was have been, to the she cat telling Him she could no longer live with him. She did however vow that their kits would always know their father.
More time passed and Stolensoul found himself being beckoned to a reservation, whispers of the plants and the newer wispers of those in the sky he soon found himself a spot where the voices spoke the loudest. Little did he know that the spot her picked with a sacred place of the cats who owned the territory around him.
Moon after moon passed, and he settled into the small patch of territory, spending his nights in the shimmering pool of stars where the screams echoed loudest. Even acquiring a friend by the name of Archer, one who settled in his cave.
Stolensoul now stays in the rocky terrain that veers off the starpool, acting as a healer for those in need.
Relationships:
+ Unnamed children
+ Cricket - Grandson
+ Archer - Friend and denmate
Trivia: Stolensoul has always been a strange tom, never really having any significant moment that made him the way he is, that's just how he was born and how he'll always be.
His riddle like way of speaking is due to the voices of starclan, taking on their cryptic prophecy speak without noticing
Archer is one of the only cats that seems to understand how stolensoul speaks, and often translates.
Age : 39 moons
Gender : Male
Status : Loner
Character Slot: Normal
Character Status: Alive
Special Connection - Rank I : Stolensoul is able to listen to plants, though this ability is nothing more than a soft whispering it is enough for Stolensoul to listen to and he uses this to help him figure out what plants do what in terms of medicinal use.
Special Connection - Rank I : Stolensoul hears the displeased yowling and yells of the warrior ancestor's of starclan, these screams are typically nothing more than a background noise, a constant thrumming that melts into the back of Stolensouls mind. These yells, however, can become almost defeaning every once in a while.
Appearance : Stolensoul is a thin, stocky, tall chimera tom with one side of his pelt being a deep black while the other half being a rich white colour. He has a mostly short haired pelt with small patches of long fur on his cheeks tail and neck.
Personality : Stolensoul can be described fairly well with one simple word, strange. He is a cat of very few words and when he does speak its with an almost hauntingly flat tone, almost as if he has no soul in his body, hence his name, he also does not speak normally, only communicating in riddle like patterns. Despite his strange nature and seemingly emotionless gestures and tone Stolensoul isn't a heartless cat, far from it, he cares deeply for preserving life having devoted himself to helping stray cats in need of healing.
Stolensoul is very much a pacifist, rarely finding it worth his time to fight or quarrel with others, he wastes no time with cats he deems unnecessary hostile and will even refuse care of such cats if they cannot control themselves.
History: Stolensoul was born to a completely different name one he, to this day, has no memory of. Soon after his birth he was kidnapped by a grieving she cat, one who had just recently lost her own kits. Despite the horrible act of being stolen, he did not have a bad kithood, his new mother was kind and gentle and loved him as her own. However the she cats mate was horrified at her act of thievery, even if the act was fueled by horrible grief. Stolensoul remembers his 'father' only referring to him as "that stolen one", though his father never tried to be any more involved than he needed to be Stolensoul remembers him fondly as a protector.
His mother and father soon settled down in a small colony of cats, and with his name still overshadowed by the fact he was a stolen kit, something his father did not let go, he was soon named Stolen permanent.
Stolensoul always heard small whisperings when other cats didn't, the older cats called him strange, chattered on how disconnected his gaze seemed from reality. One day, Stolen wondered too far from the colonies camp and became lost, unknowing of how to hunt he survived on the whispering leaves that spoke to him. Continuing to wonder he soon found a kind old Loner, one that spoke of talents of healers and how he was sure he had that gift.
Moons passed in his new life, caring for his old friend and mentor until they soon passed peacefully curled up around Stolen. The tom grieved for his friend, and now alone began to hone in on the skills his old friend spoke about.
Not long after Stolen met a wondering she cat, weak and alone he offered her shelter. With company once more he settled into an almost domestic life, and soon realised the she cat was baring his kits. . He had never found the desire to be a father, nor did he view him and the she cat as mates. Stolen soon took on a new name, one helped by the she cat. He remembers her words clearly, " you may be a little weird. . But You've got a good soul. ".
Stolensoul was never an outstanding father, one could ever say he bordered on neglectful and it was this behavior, however accidental it was have been, to the she cat telling Him she could no longer live with him. She did however vow that their kits would always know their father.
More time passed and Stolensoul found himself being beckoned to a reservation, whispers of the plants and the newer wispers of those in the sky he soon found himself a spot where the voices spoke the loudest. Little did he know that the spot her picked with a sacred place of the cats who owned the territory around him.
Moon after moon passed, and he settled into the small patch of territory, spending his nights in the shimmering pool of stars where the screams echoed loudest. Even acquiring a friend by the name of Archer, one who settled in his cave.
Stolensoul now stays in the rocky terrain that veers off the starpool, acting as a healer for those in need.
Relationships:
+ Unnamed children
+ Cricket - Grandson
+ Archer - Friend and denmate
Trivia: Stolensoul has always been a strange tom, never really having any significant moment that made him the way he is, that's just how he was born and how he'll always be.
His riddle like way of speaking is due to the voices of starclan, taking on their cryptic prophecy speak without noticing
Archer is one of the only cats that seems to understand how stolensoul speaks, and often translates.