Username: LOSTINUNKNOWN.
Cat Name: Veery In Stirring Grass.
Gender: Male.
Rank: Demiourgós.
Clan: Astron.
Age: Eighteen moons.
Prompt: 408 words.
While there are a plethora of cats within the entirety of Astron territory that admire Veery, often by consequence of the simple fact that he has achieved more than the unfortunate circumstances of his birth gave him, the most notable of which are Kingbird, Myna, and Atlas. However, as the prompt asks for someone and not someones, Kingbird's admiration will be fixated on:
The major reasoning as to why Kingbird admires Veery derives itself from both her role in his integration into the colony and her observations of him as he was reared within the colony, for she found him in the midst of winter as an abandoned kitten of no more than fifteen moons of age, resting motionless atop the composition of milkweed perched directly afore the Great Oak. She was initially under the impression he had passed from the sheer influx of the cold, resolving herself into digging him a grave prior to discerning the manner in which his heart still beat - promptly carrying back to camp and gaining the Iatros aid with an amount of reluctance, given that the Iatros at that time viewed Veery as a liability due to his inability to see and move without assistance, in addition to the sickness he bore upon arrival.
Kingbird observed Veery's refusal to be defined or hindered by the limitations of his birth and the manner in which he was found in spite of the Iatros' words merely a few moons thereafter, keenly displayed by the manner he weaved various stem baskets, tapestries, cloth, etc. without a single semblance of aid in his brief position as a Neophyte - with his skill as a weaver serving as of the reasons as to why he spent such little time as a Neophyte. Moreover, she grew to harbor a heady amount of revere for his ingenuity and resilience, especially suceeding the creation of the four prosthetic limbs he structured for himself out of scrap material. For all of the aforementioned, she believes he is worthy of admiration in her eyes.
Veery is unaware of Kingbird's reverence, as she is prone to keeping her views to herself unless proven to bare importance to the colony. However, he doesn't quite find the need to have any form of special recognition from anyone for merely thriving in a world where he wasn't given the best straits. In any case, he is proud of himself for "playing death"; to him, that is enough.