Post by BabyBlue™ on Mar 29, 2020 7:29:57 GMT -5
Name: Pheasant
Prefix Meaning: Pheasant - An odd bird to fit the odd kit, he never changed his name.
Suffix Meaning:
Sex: Male
Age: Seventy Moons
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Warrior
Role: Cursed
Adopt Thread: Acacia's 'father'
Last Character: Mulgabite
The Body
Base Coat Color: Brown
Markings: He's a mostly white cat with brown splotches.
Eye Color: Hazel.
Body Size and Build: Large and well built for a cursed.
Fur Length and Texture: Long and thick fur.
Additional Physical Traits: x
Health and Scars: His right hind leg is crippled, slightly deformed, and missing all it's fur that'll never grow back. He has a visible limp.
Full Appearance Description:
- Pheasant is a very large cat, tends to tower over trainees and other small set cats. Unlike most cursed he has a bit of bulk to him from caring for everyone, especially carrying around kits, trainees, and smaller cursed felines. He is a mostly white cat with soft brown splotches decorating his fur. Specifically at the top of his head, ears, a spot on his back, his right hind paw, and tip of his tail. His fur is long and very thick, making him a fluffy cloud almost. His eyes are a pretty hazel color. He is deformed sadly in his hind left leg, which dangles at a weird angle and is completely hairless. He's just a bit white teddy bear.
The Identity
Positive Traits: Nice, Compassionate, Generous, Fatherly, Open-minded.
Neutral Traits: Selfless, Approachable, Extrovert, Gentle, Alert.
Negative Traits: Soft, Submissive, Emotional, Self-conscious.
Loves: Cursed, Kits/trainees, his 'mate'
Likes: The sun, dawn/duskwalkers, any cat who isn't incredibly rude to him or others, playing, caring for others.
Dislikes: Being teased/mocked/bully/harassed etc, snakes, fighting/confrontations.
Hates: His inability to hunt properly, his brother.
Fears: Dying young, being unable to help at all.
Secrets: x
Dreams: x
Strengths: Hearing, Eyesight, Smelling, Defense.
Normals: Swimming, Speed, Flexibility, Stealth.
Weaknesses: Jumping, Climbing, Hunting, Attack.
The Past
- Pheasant was born between two very proud nightwalkers. When the mother gave birth to his brother first, a big and healthy brown tabby, they were overjoyed. When Pheasant came out, however, a slightly smaller and mostly white tom, they were horrified. They named Pheasant begrudgingly, though refused to call him anything around the presence of others. The brown tabby however was proudly named and displayed to the clan while Pheasant was hidden away until he was passed to the cursed.
- The young kit didn't know why this was happening. His mother simply instructed him to not come back and dropped him. The first cat he met with was an almost completely white tom with only a tiny bit of black on his tail and hind heels. Pheasant thought it was a weird placement. He was sent for his white colors, to spend his life with the rest of the white cats of Duneclan. He didn't like that, he didn't like it at all and just wanted to go back to his mother. Sure, she ignored him, but she was still there.
- Pheasant wasn't keen on becoming friendly with all the cursed, especially the black tailed tom who didn't seem much older than he was. He was grumpy and quiet, staying far away from the cursed so they wouldn't 'taint' him, and maybe his mother would come back for him. He was a hard shell to crack, but that tom was stubborn and eventually Pheasant decided the world of complete isolation and empty hope couldn't be worse than talking to at least one cat. That's when it all started.
- Pheasant and the tom had their rough start with Pheasant being an angst sad kit with the other trying to lighten the mood and encourage him to integrate with the cursed. As time went on Pheasant grew more and more fond of the cursed tom, and took one day at a time. The black tailed tom was his first friend, the first cat he trusted and went to when things went bad or days were hard. He did his best to also return the favor, to make sure he was happy too. As they got older, and they continued to depend on one another for happiness and safety in their lives Pheasant felt something very strong for him. Was it love, friendship, admiration? Yes to the last two, but the first? They weren't allowed mates, and he wasn't sure if this is what love was. He'd let it play out.
- Pheasant had a terrible relationship with his brother who would often come to the cursed just to mock and tease the him. He would brag of his new ranks, his training sessions, his catches, everything. It took a toll, as Pheasant got older he got much less confrontational with his brother and just took what his brother dished out. He was a curse and his brother had to make sure he remembered it. When words stopped working it turned physical, it started small and progressively got worse until... well, take his hind leg for example.
- The day before his brothers ceremony to become a nightwalker, he and a she-cat, a girl he had bragged about becoming his mate and the fact that Pheasant would never have one, came to the cursed. He invited Pheasant out for a walk, while nervous he accepted in invitation, hoping it would be a moment for his brother to reflect and apologize for his behavior over the moons now that he would soon be a nightwalker. Of course, the walk was for his brother to impress the she-cat with how he treated the cursed cats in hopes to swoon her in his sick way. She was nice, talking to him like a normal cat, which disgusted his brother. As the walk continued his brother got more and more upset by the fact that the she-cat took a positive interest in him. He was guided to a steep slope in the sand where his brother proceeded to push him down. His leg got caught on a dead tangled branch, which didn't stop his tumble and more just dislocated his hip and left a gnarly gash. Towards a base was a few rocks, and his dislocated leg got snatched in it, leaving him stuck between the rocks. The she-cat was mortified and started down to help Pheasant, but his brother got in the way and said if she helped he would say she was out with the cursed hunting.
- He was left there to figure his own way out, having to practically skin his entire leg to squirm free. When the moon shined bright above his head his friend found him, saying he got worried when he hadn't returned and knew it had to do with his brother. His leg was in a terrible state, twisted at an odd angle with more blood and flesh than fur. It took a long time, but the two returned back to their home so they could attempt to fix his leg enough so it wouldn't get infected.
- His friend put in countless hours to help Pheasant through the recovery process. They had a scare where the first week he got a tasty infection and nearly died, but he got past it. Little by little he got better, and every step the other was by his side to help. This is when the feeling he felt before the event grew into something he couldn't contain. He loved that tom, the one who was always there for him, the one who was changing him for the better. Though, what was he suppose to be now? A crippled curse, unable to hunt and provide anymore. Depression set in.
- There was a setback for the character growth of Pheasant. There was a long gap where there weren't many cursed kits being born, thank everything, but when finally a new kit showed up is when Pheasant changed. It was a terrified little tom, and he remembered how he felt when he first joined, and the black tailed tom was out for a hunt, unable to help. So, he felt the need to step in, to be a gentle voice. His leg was still healing, his hopes of helping hunt were snuffed out. But-- but maybe he could care for the new cursed. This where he found his happiness again, and his friend helped him along the way to be like a dad for the cursed kits that joined them. He loved his caretaker roll.
- His life around the twenty moon mark was good. His leg had healed, he found a properly role for the cursed, and he had his close friend. They had spent their lives together, so many ups and downs and all the hard things they had been through. One night Pheasant had the courage to ask him to be his mate. Of course, cursed weren't allowed mates, but it was a secret that the cursed family was willing to keep.
- Moons and moons have went by of pure happiness, and Pheasant met Acaciakit. She was a patched she-cat with no name, not uncommon for cursed kits, and he always had fun suggesting bright and beautiful names for those who lacked one. He offered Acaciakit out, she reminded him of the yellow flowers that he loved so much. He was overjoyed when she accepted the name, he knew it meant a lot for the kits to have a name, some sort of identity. The tom rarely used suffixes, often just referring to a cat as their prefix, so to him she was now Acacia. He watched her grow, and remained as much as a father figure as he could. Tumblekit, another young cat close to Acaciakit, was sick. Times got harder, the sandstorm didn't help anyone. Acaciapaw wanted to get help, but asking the clan for it wouldn't help. He had gotten no help for his leg, and here he was. He was kept alive to watch over cats like Acaciapaw and Tumblepaw, and he did his best to sooth the molly through the hard times they were facing.