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starling
basic information
NAME: Starling Scorpius Hoshi Vesper Nyx Mite Lintang
AGE: 29 moons
CLAN: Clanless
RANK: Loner (Runaway)
GENDER: Tom (he/him)
INTERESTED IN: Survival
MATE: None
MENTOR: Closed
APPRENTICE: Closed
NAME MEANING: Starling has known many names in his time. Presently, he's taken the name Starling, after hearing that cats in the valley tend to be named for things they can observe in their environment.
AGE: 29 moons
CLAN: Clanless
RANK: Loner (Runaway)
GENDER: Tom (he/him)
INTERESTED IN: Survival
MATE: None
MENTOR: Closed
APPRENTICE: Closed
NAME MEANING: Starling has known many names in his time. Presently, he's taken the name Starling, after hearing that cats in the valley tend to be named for things they can observe in their environment.
appearance
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description
Lintang (0-5 moons)
"You are my pride and joy," his mother says. She's always complimentary to him. Everything he does is exceptional, every comment he makes is a sign of early brilliance. It's smothering, at times. "You're so strong, Lintang. Even when the others fell, you kept fighting."
He didn't know it then. But he would always be fighting.
-
Lintang is born among a litter of seven kittens in total, each solid black, contrary to his white. Of the seven kits, Lintang is the only to survive. His mother, a black cat with light eyes much like his own, dotes on him endlessly. He's her only living child, the only ray of hope she has in what feels like a dark world. She calls him her little star.
All of her hopes and dreams rest on this small, white kitten. It's a lot of pressure, and he doubts he can live up to her expectations, but it seems like no matter what he does it brings a smile to her face, anyway.
They live in what might have once been an old cellar. Abandoned, but warm, and mostly safe. Lintang learns to hunt the little mice that sometimes come in to hide from the weather and rarely is allowed to climb out beyond the cellar doors.
This is the life he knows. Nothing about his upbringing registers to him as unusual - not even when Aminah starts teaching him how to fight. To defend himself, she says. He has to be capable. You never know who's going to turn on you, out there.
-
"Out where?" he asks with a huff. "You never let me go anywhere. We're always in this stuffy, rat-infested cellar."
"Be grateful we have rats to feast on, Lintang."
-
He tries to be grateful. It doesn't work. He wants more out of life than hiding away in the darkness. And it only frustrates him further that he doesn't know what they're hiding for.
He's four moons old when he first meets the tall white cat who calls himself Calypso.
-
The white cat is terrifying to young Lintang. He has obvious muscle, scars along his body that suggest a rugged, hard existence, and cold amber eyes. Just looking at him gives him chills. The tom doesn't ask his name. Instead, he turns his gaze on his mother, and asks, "Is he blind?"
"No, not blind. His eyesight is very good."
"Mm. For now. Healthy?" "Exceptionally." "Obedient?" "Always." "Good."
-
The tom leaves after that. Aminah never explains to him who he was, or why he was there.
She does, however, rush them to a new location. Safer, she says. Aren't you tired of spending your days in the dark?
Their new home used to be a fox den, but their scent is long gone. They live in dense thickets by a river, where Lintang discovers he hates fishing, but loves sunlight. He loves laying across the stones warmed under the sun's rays, eyes closed and content as he listens to the water rushing by. He loves watching the sun rise and set, the colors it leaves in the sky.
His mother was right. He likes living outside of shadows.
-
"Run!"
His mother's voice, so strained, as if she's in pain, and so shockingly loud, chills his blood. He doesn't see them, but he smells them - cats all around, rogues, circling the thickets of their home. He doesn't see her, but he smells her blood, too.
He does as she asks. He runs. He pays no attention to the thorns kissing his skin or even which direction he's going. He's fueled only be fear.
Fear takes him down the river, until he reaches a fence he isn't confident he can climb over. He stops to catch his breath - his first mistake.
The rogues on his tail are fast. Faster than he is. And they're ready to snatch him up the moment he stills.
When he shouts for his mother, there's no response. No one can hear him. No one is coming to rescue him. No one will save him from the blood spilled that day.
At five moons old, Lintang died.
-
Mite (5-10 moons)
He travels with the rogues for roughly eight sun rises. They go east, to some destination he doesn't know. All he knows is that if he stops walking, if he tries to flee, they beat him. So when they tell him to walk, he walks.
A pair of them, Echo and Ethel, go hunting at times, but even when they bring prey back, he's not permitted to more than their scraps.
He's so hungry.
-
"What is this?" he asks with a scowl. He didn't mean to speak out of turn, exactly. But he never saw land like this before, that seems to almost squelch under his paws. It makes him wrinkle his nose - both at the sensation and the smell.
Speaking was a mistake. Echo pushes him into the mud and holds him there with his paw. Though he doesn't speak, the order is clear: silence.
Ahead of them, a brown cat with a gravelly voice who he thinks might be called Rava, says only, "It's wetland, Mite."
He doesn't like the name Mite, but that's what the patrol has taken to calling him.
He says nothing.
-
They reach an impressively hidden camp in the center of the wetlands; but he's shuffled away into a dank, smelly den before he can get a good look at it. There, a cat with barely any fur covering their felt and wide, yellow eyes feeds him a bitter paste of herbs that makes him feel weak. Dizzy. Like the slightest breeze could knock him over.
That's where the re-education begins. They hammer into him the ideology they want him to have. They want him to feel pathetic. Lower than dirt. Like he needs them for his survival. Like he owes them. Like he should blend into the shadows with them, give in, play his part.
He tries to hold out. He does.
But it's not just the medicine they give him - they hurt him. They make him beg. They make him plead so loudly that he never wants to hear the words please from his own lips again.
And they tell him that he won't have to.
After moons of torture, he accepts.
Then, the real training begins.
-
When he's freed from confinement, Starling meets the white cat of his kithood again. Except, this white cat is not just some passing loner, there to intimidate his now-dead mother. This is a deified tom known as the Speaker, the leader of this band of rogues and his own father. He calls himself Calypso and demands loyalty from all the cats he terrorizes, from the Shadow Walkers to the Raiders and even the Augur, the cat who put him in this position of power in the first place.
It takes awhile for Mite to catch up with all the roles of these cats. They have traditions, and entire world that seems to occur only at dusk. And he isn't the only new recruit, either. There's Roach, a beast of a young tom with an ugly scowl that never seems to leave his face, and Decay, a she-cat who he thinks has been here awhile aiming to be a Shadow-Walker, and then there's Scrap.
-
early gay scene
-
He likes Scrap. Scrap is much sweeter than the rest of them, himself included.
Nyx (10-24 moons)
Vesper (24-25 moons)
Hoshi (25 moons)
Scorpius (26-28 moons)
Starling (present)
"You are my pride and joy," his mother says. She's always complimentary to him. Everything he does is exceptional, every comment he makes is a sign of early brilliance. It's smothering, at times. "You're so strong, Lintang. Even when the others fell, you kept fighting."
He didn't know it then. But he would always be fighting.
-
Lintang is born among a litter of seven kittens in total, each solid black, contrary to his white. Of the seven kits, Lintang is the only to survive. His mother, a black cat with light eyes much like his own, dotes on him endlessly. He's her only living child, the only ray of hope she has in what feels like a dark world. She calls him her little star.
All of her hopes and dreams rest on this small, white kitten. It's a lot of pressure, and he doubts he can live up to her expectations, but it seems like no matter what he does it brings a smile to her face, anyway.
They live in what might have once been an old cellar. Abandoned, but warm, and mostly safe. Lintang learns to hunt the little mice that sometimes come in to hide from the weather and rarely is allowed to climb out beyond the cellar doors.
This is the life he knows. Nothing about his upbringing registers to him as unusual - not even when Aminah starts teaching him how to fight. To defend himself, she says. He has to be capable. You never know who's going to turn on you, out there.
-
"Out where?" he asks with a huff. "You never let me go anywhere. We're always in this stuffy, rat-infested cellar."
"Be grateful we have rats to feast on, Lintang."
-
He tries to be grateful. It doesn't work. He wants more out of life than hiding away in the darkness. And it only frustrates him further that he doesn't know what they're hiding for.
He's four moons old when he first meets the tall white cat who calls himself Calypso.
-
The white cat is terrifying to young Lintang. He has obvious muscle, scars along his body that suggest a rugged, hard existence, and cold amber eyes. Just looking at him gives him chills. The tom doesn't ask his name. Instead, he turns his gaze on his mother, and asks, "Is he blind?"
"No, not blind. His eyesight is very good."
"Mm. For now. Healthy?" "Exceptionally." "Obedient?" "Always." "Good."
-
The tom leaves after that. Aminah never explains to him who he was, or why he was there.
She does, however, rush them to a new location. Safer, she says. Aren't you tired of spending your days in the dark?
Their new home used to be a fox den, but their scent is long gone. They live in dense thickets by a river, where Lintang discovers he hates fishing, but loves sunlight. He loves laying across the stones warmed under the sun's rays, eyes closed and content as he listens to the water rushing by. He loves watching the sun rise and set, the colors it leaves in the sky.
His mother was right. He likes living outside of shadows.
-
"Run!"
His mother's voice, so strained, as if she's in pain, and so shockingly loud, chills his blood. He doesn't see them, but he smells them - cats all around, rogues, circling the thickets of their home. He doesn't see her, but he smells her blood, too.
He does as she asks. He runs. He pays no attention to the thorns kissing his skin or even which direction he's going. He's fueled only be fear.
Fear takes him down the river, until he reaches a fence he isn't confident he can climb over. He stops to catch his breath - his first mistake.
The rogues on his tail are fast. Faster than he is. And they're ready to snatch him up the moment he stills.
When he shouts for his mother, there's no response. No one can hear him. No one is coming to rescue him. No one will save him from the blood spilled that day.
At five moons old, Lintang died.
-
Mite (5-10 moons)
He travels with the rogues for roughly eight sun rises. They go east, to some destination he doesn't know. All he knows is that if he stops walking, if he tries to flee, they beat him. So when they tell him to walk, he walks.
A pair of them, Echo and Ethel, go hunting at times, but even when they bring prey back, he's not permitted to more than their scraps.
He's so hungry.
-
"What is this?" he asks with a scowl. He didn't mean to speak out of turn, exactly. But he never saw land like this before, that seems to almost squelch under his paws. It makes him wrinkle his nose - both at the sensation and the smell.
Speaking was a mistake. Echo pushes him into the mud and holds him there with his paw. Though he doesn't speak, the order is clear: silence.
Ahead of them, a brown cat with a gravelly voice who he thinks might be called Rava, says only, "It's wetland, Mite."
He doesn't like the name Mite, but that's what the patrol has taken to calling him.
He says nothing.
-
They reach an impressively hidden camp in the center of the wetlands; but he's shuffled away into a dank, smelly den before he can get a good look at it. There, a cat with barely any fur covering their felt and wide, yellow eyes feeds him a bitter paste of herbs that makes him feel weak. Dizzy. Like the slightest breeze could knock him over.
That's where the re-education begins. They hammer into him the ideology they want him to have. They want him to feel pathetic. Lower than dirt. Like he needs them for his survival. Like he owes them. Like he should blend into the shadows with them, give in, play his part.
He tries to hold out. He does.
But it's not just the medicine they give him - they hurt him. They make him beg. They make him plead so loudly that he never wants to hear the words please from his own lips again.
And they tell him that he won't have to.
After moons of torture, he accepts.
Then, the real training begins.
-
When he's freed from confinement, Starling meets the white cat of his kithood again. Except, this white cat is not just some passing loner, there to intimidate his now-dead mother. This is a deified tom known as the Speaker, the leader of this band of rogues and his own father. He calls himself Calypso and demands loyalty from all the cats he terrorizes, from the Shadow Walkers to the Raiders and even the Augur, the cat who put him in this position of power in the first place.
It takes awhile for Mite to catch up with all the roles of these cats. They have traditions, and entire world that seems to occur only at dusk. And he isn't the only new recruit, either. There's Roach, a beast of a young tom with an ugly scowl that never seems to leave his face, and Decay, a she-cat who he thinks has been here awhile aiming to be a Shadow-Walker, and then there's Scrap.
-
early gay scene
-
He likes Scrap. Scrap is much sweeter than the rest of them, himself included.
- hostage among rogues
- eventually made to train to be one of them
- excels at this
Nyx (10-24 moons)
- life sucks
- does whatever it takes to live in a pretty hostile environment
- rises in ranks a little bit
- takes the first opportunity he has to run
Vesper (24-25 moons)
- another new name. on the run, new identity
- makes some friends. temporary
- attacked by same rogues, flees, knows they're on his trail
Hoshi (25 moons)
- stops by two-leg city
- lives as a sorta-stray for a little, with a two-leg feeding him
- time to flee again
Scorpius (26-28 moons)
- smaller two-leg settlement
- meets hawthorne maybe??
- still does what it takes to survive
- wanted to stay until winter ended but had no choice but to move on
Starling (present)
- valley time
- gonna make everyone love him so they protect him
- and by "everyone" he means he's gonna find someone competent who can watch is back
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