Whisper in the Shadows {{Rogue}}
Jun 19, 2014 20:47:00 GMT -6
Post by Mouse on Jun 19, 2014 20:47:00 GMT -6
Whisper in the Shadows
She-cat ● 23 Moons ● Rogue
Thin grey she-cat with grey eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
Whisper (as most call her) has a very odd and mysterious beauty to her. While at first sight many cats seem to avoid her since she looks so deathly, many times they also get entranced for some unknown reason. Her fur isn’t super long, nor is it short. It is a soft grey with the occasional darker spots here and there that blend in evenly. Her tail is a small bush that kind of trails along behind her on the ground. Her fur seems to always be dirty and in knots like she constantly forgets to groom herself on a regular basis.
Body wise she is rather thin for a cat her age. She eats and such, but it doesn’t seem to matter. No matter how much she eats, she has never gained weight. Her face is small, but nothing is squished together. Her nose is a black dot on her grey features and her ears fade to the darker grey as they get to the point.
The main feature that scares and/or captivates most cats is her eyes. They are an unusual silver that matches her fur almost perfectly. At a distance she may look almost like she a walking dead cat, but one you get closer you can see a look on vacancy and fear hidden deep in her eyes.
Whisper (as most call her) has a very odd and mysterious beauty to her. While at first sight many cats seem to avoid her since she looks so deathly, many times they also get entranced for some unknown reason. Her fur isn’t super long, nor is it short. It is a soft grey with the occasional darker spots here and there that blend in evenly. Her tail is a small bush that kind of trails along behind her on the ground. Her fur seems to always be dirty and in knots like she constantly forgets to groom herself on a regular basis.
Body wise she is rather thin for a cat her age. She eats and such, but it doesn’t seem to matter. No matter how much she eats, she has never gained weight. Her face is small, but nothing is squished together. Her nose is a black dot on her grey features and her ears fade to the darker grey as they get to the point.
The main feature that scares and/or captivates most cats is her eyes. They are an unusual silver that matches her fur almost perfectly. At a distance she may look almost like she a walking dead cat, but one you get closer you can see a look on vacancy and fear hidden deep in her eyes.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
When one first meets Whisper, they believe that she is insane, and for the most part she is. Many times she keeps to herself and talks to the shadows (hence her name) that she states “follow her around”. When she talks to others it sounds like she’s distracted or uncaring of what she is saying. She’s formed a monotone that seems to never go away and many times this causes cats to become irritated with her, or just ignore her completely.
Although Whisper seems almost broken, in her head everything is moving 100 miles a second. She notices details but never seems to be able to get the words out. She decides to keep quiet and fears that if she slips up that more cats will make fun of her. She also is highly paranoid of others being behind her and rarely turns her back to any cat. IF she does it means you have her absolute trust.
Once you get past the skittishness and the constant murmuring, many find that Whisper is just a normal cat like everyone else just wishing to have a friend or companion to travel and spend time with. It may take time (like many many many moons) but she will eventually relax around you, as long as her other friends are okay with it.
When one first meets Whisper, they believe that she is insane, and for the most part she is. Many times she keeps to herself and talks to the shadows (hence her name) that she states “follow her around”. When she talks to others it sounds like she’s distracted or uncaring of what she is saying. She’s formed a monotone that seems to never go away and many times this causes cats to become irritated with her, or just ignore her completely.
Although Whisper seems almost broken, in her head everything is moving 100 miles a second. She notices details but never seems to be able to get the words out. She decides to keep quiet and fears that if she slips up that more cats will make fun of her. She also is highly paranoid of others being behind her and rarely turns her back to any cat. IF she does it means you have her absolute trust.
Once you get past the skittishness and the constant murmuring, many find that Whisper is just a normal cat like everyone else just wishing to have a friend or companion to travel and spend time with. It may take time (like many many many moons) but she will eventually relax around you, as long as her other friends are okay with it.
H I S T O R Y
”It makes no sense. They were all healthy. How could they just die?”
“I don’t know, Sparrow, but you still have the little grey one.”
“It’s a runt. It won’t survive the winter.”
“You never know, and you know Fern wouldn’t just want you giving up.”
Whisper of the Shadows (Or Whisper) was born to Fern by the River (Fern) and Wing of the Sparrow (Sparrow) who were both hunters of the Tribe of Silent Stones. She was born along with three other kits but for some unknown reason they and their mother unexpectedly died only a few short days later. Sparrow resented her, blaming her for the loss of his family, but did his duty as his father and raised her. However, many cats in the tribe noticed that Sparrows resentment molded the small kit into the shell that she soon became.
Growing up and becoming a to-be, Whisper was always quiet, kept to herself and watched from a distance. The other to-bes attempted to talk to her but she would just stare at them as if she didn’t understand, or would just look at the shadows around her then back at them and just shook her head. After several moons of this, the to-bes finally gave up. Except one persistent she-cat.
Honey in the wood, or Honey, had been born around the same time as Whisper and kind of worried about her den mate, asking her mother several times if she would be okay without a mother or siblings, since Honey herself had two brother. Her mother always said the ancestors had their reasons and would leave it at that, but Honey believed no one should ever be alone. When the other to-bes started ignoring Whisper, Honey made it her job to show the grey she-cat she wasn’t alone.
For moons and moon, hunters and Cave Guards, would always see the two together even if words were never spoken, though it seemed Whisper enjoyed talking to Honey more than anyone else. Even for a while, the shadows were forgotten and it seemed as if Sparrow took the blame off of the she-cat for the deaths of the family. Then Honey made the mistake.
”Whisper, why do you talk to the shadows at night?”
“Because they talk back.”
“Who does?”
“My mom…my sisters and brother….our ancestors….”
“Only Teller can talk to them, and even then, he doesn’t decide when.”
“Teller is a joke. They hate talking to him. They want me to become the teller.”
“You don’t get to choose, Whisper. We both know that.”
“I’m tired of everything being chosen for me. WE can do what we want, Honey. No one decides our future.”
“You’re worrying me Whisper, but…I guess you’re right.”
Since that conversation Whisper would stalk around the cave, watching Teller almost all the time. She knew she had to change what was happening. She wouldn’t just let herself be commanded all her life. Honey saw this determination in her eyes and she tried to stop her. But Whisper wouldn’t listen. She resorted back to her shadow talking and even honey couldn’t get her to stop. One night, on a new moon, Whisper finally decided to go through with her plan. She would kill Teller.
She snuck out of the to-be den and around the cave guards that stayed up for the night patrol. Slipping into the den she could see his form curled up sound asleep. Without a sound she quickly moved over and bit hard into his neck. She didn’t let go until the form beneath her quit moving and she moved away looking at it with pride. Then she saw Honey, not Teller staring at the sky wide eyed. Teller, who had been hiding in the shadows slowly stepped out and gave Whisper a sad look. She turned to run, but cave guards already had her pinned down.
”Do you realize what you’ve done, Whisper?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be her! You were supposed to die!”
“And who told you that?”
“Our ancestors! You are a fraud! They will punish you! They will punish everyone!”
“Leave this tribe. If you return, we will kill you.”
Whisper was thrown out of the tribe cave and into the freezing cold that very night. She traveled away from the mountain home and into the valleys below. She could still hear Honey laughing around her and could feel her bouncing beside her as she walked. Inside she slowly broke. She just walked, hunted when she had to and ran if she ran into trouble. She faced the world with a blank face and nothing seemed to faze her. She still had Honey. Why did she need anything else?
Finally miles away from the mountain she found herself wandering the woods. They prey seemed pathetic, but she could care less. It was food. However, she’s finally starting to notice the strange scents of other cats drifting around and is wondering what is going on.
”It makes no sense. They were all healthy. How could they just die?”
“I don’t know, Sparrow, but you still have the little grey one.”
“It’s a runt. It won’t survive the winter.”
“You never know, and you know Fern wouldn’t just want you giving up.”
Whisper of the Shadows (Or Whisper) was born to Fern by the River (Fern) and Wing of the Sparrow (Sparrow) who were both hunters of the Tribe of Silent Stones. She was born along with three other kits but for some unknown reason they and their mother unexpectedly died only a few short days later. Sparrow resented her, blaming her for the loss of his family, but did his duty as his father and raised her. However, many cats in the tribe noticed that Sparrows resentment molded the small kit into the shell that she soon became.
Growing up and becoming a to-be, Whisper was always quiet, kept to herself and watched from a distance. The other to-bes attempted to talk to her but she would just stare at them as if she didn’t understand, or would just look at the shadows around her then back at them and just shook her head. After several moons of this, the to-bes finally gave up. Except one persistent she-cat.
Honey in the wood, or Honey, had been born around the same time as Whisper and kind of worried about her den mate, asking her mother several times if she would be okay without a mother or siblings, since Honey herself had two brother. Her mother always said the ancestors had their reasons and would leave it at that, but Honey believed no one should ever be alone. When the other to-bes started ignoring Whisper, Honey made it her job to show the grey she-cat she wasn’t alone.
For moons and moon, hunters and Cave Guards, would always see the two together even if words were never spoken, though it seemed Whisper enjoyed talking to Honey more than anyone else. Even for a while, the shadows were forgotten and it seemed as if Sparrow took the blame off of the she-cat for the deaths of the family. Then Honey made the mistake.
”Whisper, why do you talk to the shadows at night?”
“Because they talk back.”
“Who does?”
“My mom…my sisters and brother….our ancestors….”
“Only Teller can talk to them, and even then, he doesn’t decide when.”
“Teller is a joke. They hate talking to him. They want me to become the teller.”
“You don’t get to choose, Whisper. We both know that.”
“I’m tired of everything being chosen for me. WE can do what we want, Honey. No one decides our future.”
“You’re worrying me Whisper, but…I guess you’re right.”
Since that conversation Whisper would stalk around the cave, watching Teller almost all the time. She knew she had to change what was happening. She wouldn’t just let herself be commanded all her life. Honey saw this determination in her eyes and she tried to stop her. But Whisper wouldn’t listen. She resorted back to her shadow talking and even honey couldn’t get her to stop. One night, on a new moon, Whisper finally decided to go through with her plan. She would kill Teller.
She snuck out of the to-be den and around the cave guards that stayed up for the night patrol. Slipping into the den she could see his form curled up sound asleep. Without a sound she quickly moved over and bit hard into his neck. She didn’t let go until the form beneath her quit moving and she moved away looking at it with pride. Then she saw Honey, not Teller staring at the sky wide eyed. Teller, who had been hiding in the shadows slowly stepped out and gave Whisper a sad look. She turned to run, but cave guards already had her pinned down.
”Do you realize what you’ve done, Whisper?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be her! You were supposed to die!”
“And who told you that?”
“Our ancestors! You are a fraud! They will punish you! They will punish everyone!”
“Leave this tribe. If you return, we will kill you.”
Whisper was thrown out of the tribe cave and into the freezing cold that very night. She traveled away from the mountain home and into the valleys below. She could still hear Honey laughing around her and could feel her bouncing beside her as she walked. Inside she slowly broke. She just walked, hunted when she had to and ran if she ran into trouble. She faced the world with a blank face and nothing seemed to faze her. She still had Honey. Why did she need anything else?
Finally miles away from the mountain she found herself wandering the woods. They prey seemed pathetic, but she could care less. It was food. However, she’s finally starting to notice the strange scents of other cats drifting around and is wondering what is going on.
