Post by Silk on May 25, 2024 5:16:49 GMT
Piper
BASICS
NAME ► Piper
AGE ► 26 Moons (just over two years)
GENDER ► Nonbinary (amab)
PRONOUNS ► they/them/theirs
RANK ► Loner
CLAN ► Outsiders
DESCRIPTIONS
ONE LINER ► a scruffy short haired ginger and white tabby cat with amber eyes.
ART ► Artist: Silk
DETAILED ► Piper is a scruffy, lanky cat, who could look very sleek and shiny and pretty if that darned saltsea wind would stop blowing... or if they cared enough to. Although they bathed regularly, of course, they never had the need or care to keep themself from looking particularly windblown. Aside from the state of their coat, their ears are their most distinguishing feature. Large and a little floppy, they were always told they would grow into them, but they've seen two winters now and haven't had the fortune of it, yet. The tip of their right ear often folds down a little, the side effect of a tear they got there when they were younger. They're used to wearing a collar or cloth or some such decoration around their neck, although they lost it recently, and it still feels a bit odd to be without it. Their bright amber eyes are almost always alight with curiosity, or pride, or mischief. They often have a snaggletooth, and they always smell a bit like saltwater.
PERSONALITY
DETAILED ► Piper is not a cat meant to be off on their own exploring the wilderness. Sure, they're well acquainted with the outdoors, but the sort of outdoors that means solid, salt-scented wood beneath their paws, or cobblestone paths and nearby "unattended" fish to "borrow." They are also, some might say, not a cat meant for company. Often quite abrasive, Piper doesn't always understand the social contract of politeness, or any proper social contract, really. They were the only cat in their life for quite a long time, and are only now learning how not to be. Sometimes a bit too proud and boastful, sometimes unwilling to apologize first, sometimes selfish, sometimes forgetting that the cats here are ones they'll see again, and not in three moon's time if their ship comes back this way again. They are not exactly the kindest cat around, and they sometimes have a bit of a foul mouth.
They pride themself on their steady paws, and their good, if a bit silly, ears, and their skill at mousing. Sometimes they can be a bit unfocused, and unconcerned with their alleged responsibilities, but they almost always get bored of not doing anything after a little while. While clear sunny days can hurt their eyes and give them a bit of a headache, they very much enjoy a gentle rain, and watching the ocean rise and fall. They truly believe that they will be back on their ship soon, found and rescued by their twolegs. They may not really understand other cats, but they know this in their heart.
RELATIONSHIPS
FATHER ► Unknown
MOTHER ► Unknown
SIBLINGS ► Unknown
MATE ► N/A
OFFSPRING ► N/A
MENTOR ► N/A
APPRENTICE(S) ► N/A
HISTORY
TRIGGER WARNINGS ► Thalassaphobia/lost at sea
► Piper was born on the sea, their mother a mouser for a ship they never knew the name of. They had siblings, they think, but they cannot remember them well enough to say. They never knew who their father was, but they would not be surprised if they had met him, once or twice. Likely, he did not know of them, either. That was alright. They didn't mind. Just as they didn't mind being taken from their mother and their siblings and placed aboard a new ship to explore when they were only a couple moons old. Their new twolegs were not unkind, although they were sometimes a bit boring. That was alright, too, because often there were mice they could hunt to keep themself busy, and even if they couldn't understand what their twolegs were saying, Piper knew they were doing a good job. Of course, there were a few moments in which they weren't, like the time they got a fishhook stuck in their ear, but that's all beside the point.
Occasionally, their ship would come into a harbor, and occasionally, Piper would be allowed to roam for a time, and occasionally, they would meet another cat or two, but it was rarely more than a shared, exaggerated story, or a fun little scuffle. They never really expected to see any of them again, not past the first couple they ever met. If they did meet again, it was simply a little surprise to enjoy. They had a home, and they were happy there, and they wouldn't have given it up for any cat, even if there was another cat that liked them enough to ask.
But, it wouldn't be a very interesting story if that was all there was to it, would it? Piper, so certain in their steady paws and sure steps, hadn't even realized that they decided to test fate when they stood on the deck in that late spring storm. They had weathered storms before. They were so sure that they would be alright that even as the water came for them, and dragged them overboard, they didn't worry too much. It was only when they managed to cling to a bit of flotsam, and had a moment to realize that was their ship moving away from them, that they were truly in trouble. They washed up on a shore, dehydrated and starving, and a little soaked, but alive, and in a strange, wild land, with strange, wild cats.
They know their twolegs will return for them. They are certain of this, if nothing else.
Photograph from Pexels
