by Kazin » Thu Oct 17, 2019 2:07 pm
This cat is talented in a great number of things, but others have often found their skills off-putting. What is this cat capable of? What is their greatest strength? And how could it be used to aid your clan in times of need?
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April | Diamond
username: Kazin
clan: ChaosClan
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cat's name: Snowbriar
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The skill of communication is nothing to take for granted. It's something that not many think about, but use everyday. There could be only minimal growth without communication, and plenty of misunderstandings that could have been solved by being able to recognize what the other party is trying to say. Snowbriar's early life was plagued with misinterpreted signals, with a lack of understanding, with the arrogance to not want to understand. Her life was torn apart because of the refusal to understand others who are different, and she vowed to make sure it never happened again.
Snowbriar had always felt a connection to other parts of nature - the dirt and grass beneath her paws, the birds singing their songs in the treetops, and even the animals that were considered predators to her small group of rogues. She never ran from the dogs that were rampant around their group - instead, she tried to understand them. She learned their language, their rudimentary set of barks and yaps that the other cats just cringed at, shaking their heads at how primal the canines were. The young cat spent a lot of time listening, both to the grumbles of her family, and the discontent of the dogs. She grew to understand them, to learn their communication.. and to realize that they just wanted to be left alone, away from the antagonizing hisses of the cats.
The day she first discovered she could understand the dogs, however, the others were not as keen about her abilities.
"Hey, Pounce, can I talk to you?" Snow, as she was known as a rogue, was barely warrior age. Perhaps a year old, wanting to change the way her rogue group lived - in fear of an attack from the dogs, always trying to attack them first. "I found something out about the dogs." The usually stoic leader betrayed her apathy with a small glint of anger at the mention of the dogs. She gave a curt nod, not a cat of many words, flicking her tail to invite Snow inside of her den.
"Speak," Pounce said sharply, sitting back on her haunches with what could only be a glare towards Snow. "I do not have all day."
Snow shifted on her paws, not comfortable enough with the harsh leader to sit. "Well... it's just... I've been watching the dogs a lot lately. I know we're not supposed to," she added quickly, seeing a second flash of anger, this time directed at Snow herself, flicker in Pounce's eyes. "But it's been really informative! I know that they really just want to be left alone, and will leave us alone if we stop attacking them. They want to live in peace. I heard them say it!" Snow had to rise her voice against the growing yowl in Pounce's throat, a siren cutting off whatever Snow had wanted to say next.
"Forbidden!" Pounce screeched, her claws digging into the soft dirt of her den. "You are doing forbidden work! And you are betraying your group! I could never believe that such primitive creatures are capable of thought, that they are capable of anything but causing us to live in fear! You are the reason they keep finding us! I want you out! OUT!" Pounce hurled herself at Snow, not meaning to do anything more than scare the young cat away - and it worked entirely. Snow's eyes grew wide, and she backed out of the den, not wanting to take her eyes off of the hissing leader.
Without as much as a glance back at the shocked faces of the cats she had grown to love, Snow left. She turned her back on her group, just as they seemed to turn their backs on any sort of common sense.
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Snow set off on a path of loneliness, vowing to learn more about others around her. She would no longer let herself be pushed around by those who thought it was impossible for anything other than a cat to have a train of thought. She studied the birds next, never quite understanding what they were saying like she could with the dogs, but appreciating their communication style. Typically, the higher pitched and more melodic noises were that of light conversation, of the birds just saying hello to each other - at least that was what Snow gathered. The shorter calls followed by silence were warnings - usually made when the birds spotted Snow on the ground watching them. The birds seemed simpler, just enjoying filling the silence with their chirps and song. It made Snow feel at ease, feel like she had somewhere to be, even though she had no idea where her paws were taking her.
As the temperatures started falling, Snow found herself wishing for a group again. Part of her longed to turn back, to return to life under Pounce's control, to continue fighting against the dogs that threatened them every day, but another stronger part of her said she was going somewhere important. She kept going, further away from the place she called home for so long, wandering until she found a new clan.
Or rather, until they found her.
"Halt!" The voice made Snow jump higher than she thought possible, whirling around while she was still in the air to see who had spoke. The voice didn't sound like a cat.
"Hello," Snow said carefully, staring into the eyes of a medium sized dog. "I don't mean to cause any trouble. I was just passing through."
It was the dog's turn to jump backwards, giving a small yip of fright, eyes widening with fear. "You! You can talk to me?! I didn't... I don't... cats can... what?!"
Snow held back a laugh, sensing that this dog was not a threat. "Sorry for scaring you," she said, offering the dog a small smile of mediation. "Would you mind if I passed through?"
"I... no, of course not. I was actually just trying to get you away anyhow. I... I've been kind of tired of seeing cats, and they usually just hiss at me and try to attack me, so honestly I was going to fight you and show you all a lesson..."
"You all?" Snow asked, tilting her head slightly and sitting back on her haunches. "Are there more cats around here?"
"Oh, you're not with them?" The dog rolled their eyes as they thought of the cats. "Yeah, there's an ungodly amount of cats around her. I think they're in what they call a 'clan.' There's a scent border not far to the east. They've been catching sight of me and trying to drive me away from their borders for a while... but I find it way more fun to annoy them." The dog offered a sheepish smile, though the impish look in their eyes told Snow they weren't really sorry at all.
Snow didn't bother holding back her small laugh this time, enjoying herself around this dog. She had never gotten the opportunity to actually see if she could communicate with the creature, and she was glad to find that she could. Her mind trailing away briefly, she began to wonder what other animals she could understand... "Oh, I don't mind. Though maybe I could help that clan to understand you..." Snow let her voice trail off as she thought again. A clan... A new home?
"Well, you let them know I won't bother them or steal their prey or anything. I just like this area and would prefer if I could live on the outskirts of their territory. Oh, and... if you ever feel like saying hi, I'll be glad to talk to you again! You're pretty cool.... for a cat, anyway." Another wide smile as the dog wagged its tail. "My name's Spirit, by the way."
"Snow," the cat said, returning the dog's smile with another of her own. "Great to meet you. Thanks!"
After a quick goodbye, the new friends parted ways - one to see if she could live a new life in a clan, and the other to enjoy their life on the outskirts of one.
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And so Snow became Snowbriar, a Scout of ChaosClan. She couldn't quite understand the grumpiness of the leader, or the strange way they lived in abandoned Twoleg monsters, but she was happy to have friends again. The clan cats didn't seem to mind that she could talk to dogs, agreeing to leave Spirit alone - and much to Snowbriar's surprise, they decided to take her along if they ever scented any other predator on any border, to attempt to get them to leave peacefully before attacking.
It was progress towards a better world. A world of understand one another, and a world of peace. Snowbriar found herself happy for the first time in a very long time. Snowbriar found herself home.
Last edited by
Kazin on Thu Jul 09, 2020 2:14 am, edited 2 times in total.
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