Personality: Though very near his middle age, Rushlight is very energetic and youthful, overly curious about everything. He is a loner, preferring to keep to himself and reluctant to talk about himself with others, instead favoring to learn about them and what is going on in the world. But overall he is friendly and compassionate, extending a hand to others in need whenever the cause arises.
Appearance: Rushlight's fur is thick, a little longer than the normal length, colored deep chestnut brown with a reddish tint and along his back, arms and flanks are only the slightest hints of black stripes. His chest fur is a strip of creamy white, his hands having the appearance of shading down to a much darker cinnamon-brown while his feet darken to black. His tail matches the reddish-brown of the rest of him and has definite black stripes with a fuzzy white tip. His muzzle is the same cream color as his chest and his ears are black, while his thick mane is the same mix of red and brown with black markings.
Other: He has no family to speak of save his younger sister, and thus devotes the majority of his life to upholding his reputation as a bard. He has written countless songs over his life, and never much of a dancer has a deep tenor voice that could silence even the most talkative of kittens. He is also one of the very few Sivaoans who likes to swim.
Personality: Quicksilver is more outspoken and rash than her brother, more apt to argue or fight over anything. She hates water, won't go near it, and though she won't admit it, she is quite vain of her looks and dancing ability. But despite her faults she is a loyal companion, a bit strict with kittens but generally very kind and fair.
Appearance: Quicksilver is a tall, fully-figured adult female who lives up to her name with a fur coat that is a little longer than average colored the purest silver with a fluffy white muzzle, chest, and tail tip. Her hands and feet are a slightly darker shade of gray.
Other: She is a remarkable dancer. The only living sibling to Rushlight, the two are rather distant to be brother and sister. She also has a tendency to tie brightly-colored strips of cloth into her tail for the decoration, and likes to incorporate her dances in with Rushlight's songs. She has no family or the desire to have one, as she enjoys her freedom from the responsibility that comes with having kittens.
Personality: To sum him up in one word Firefoot is a troublemaker. Rebellious and arrogant, his favorite past-times are teasing the female kittens and provoking fights with the other tom kittens. He's very intelligent, and never seems to stop conjuring up ways to annoy the adults. He may behave around the more important adults, if only for a little while, but chances are that if something has gone awry in his camp, he is the cause.
Appearance: Firefoot's coloring is the starkest of black, his name having arrived from the fact that both his hands from the wrist and his feet from the shins turn abruptly from black into pure scarlet-red.
Other: He has not yet Walked, and one would have to admit his intelligence and natural stealth will most likely make him an excellent hunter someday. Having not really established himself in Sivaoan society as anything definite, his dancing is moderately good, but can't sing very well. He has dreams of being the strong leader of a camp someday, but until this little rascal can learn some discipline that's unlikely to happen.
Personality: Where ever Fetchstorm roams, trouble is sure to follow, and probably Firefoot too, who greatly admires the tri-colored tom's ability to find ways to have fun. They sometimes team up in their shenanigans, but Fetchstorm thinks himself old enough to do as he pleases and prefers to work solo sometimes.
Appearance: A tri-colored kitten, mostly black, with an upper half of silver with a sliver of jagged white down his chest, and patch of orange on one half of his leg. Fetchstorm has a jester-like appearance, inherited from his mother's side along with the silver from his father.
Other: He has attempted three walks and is confident his fourth will be the one. He has an ego that just doesn't know when to quit, and it costed other kittens their lives. Over-confident of himself, led to his greater expectations to those weaker than him. Encouraging them on in his rush to hurry and get to the camp. He has one nagging thought that bothers him, that if he fails one more walk, he could end up labeled a Jinx. No kitten has been brave enough to tease him, for he'll fight anyone to the ground who does.
Personality: Quiet, unassuming, Riverwind is exactly the opposite of the outgoing, energetic Sivaoans around her. She doesn't talk much, even when she is spoken to, and avoids most social interaction.
Appearance: Riverwind's coloring would suggest nothing of her internal hindrance. Predominantly white, her only deviance from being solidly colored is a patch of golden-yellow flecked with brown covering her right shoulder with another patch of the same color on her right ear and flowing down into part of her mane. Almost perfection, but flawed just as she is.
Other: She was born abnormal, possessing a weak heart that as she grew older hindered most of her physical activities, making normal tasks such as climbing trees extremely hard for her and dancing out of the question. For this she has led a sheltered life, keeping largely to herself and withdrawing from any of the major social events. She attempted to Walk once and failed, costing her group of comrades to try again without her, and for this she has very few-if any-friends. She can sing a little, though not as well as any of the others, and since there is little else she can do she lives her life close to the camps, making blankets or weapons and cooking food for the others. Because she doesn't speak much it seems unknown as to whether or not she longs to be normal or has accepted her life, but either way there isn't much she can do. Her hopes of ever having a family are close to nothing, since general thought dictates that her weakness could be passed on to any kittens she may have.
Personality: Pessimistic and majorly sarcastic, McCoy is a tough individual to get along with. But any who get underneath the proud, worrying doctor he is by trade will see him to be a decent gentleman and loyal friend. He is usually very stubborn and downright overbearing when it comes to medical policies, but very considerate to his few friends and always trying to remain professional. He remains passionate about only two things in life: his work and alcohol. He is also the proud possessor of a short, fiery temper.
Appearance: A middle-aged human man with short brown hair cut in the regulation style of Starfleet whose face is haggard from worry and travel-worn by his time in Starfleet. Outside his regulation work tunic he prefers to wear clothes that are loose, airy, and dark-colored. Having been born in the deep South of the USA, Earth, he has the traditional Southern American appearance: a hardset jaw, mouth that only breaks with his occasional crack at humor, and sharp blue eyes.
Other: An experienced doctor, McCoy will usually pick work over shoreleave. He has a good sense of Earth history as well as a deep interest, and when it comes to cats they are not his first choice of company. He does like to drink, afterall. He is the Chief Medical Officer aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Personality: A brush of the gentle wind through the leaves of the trees. No one would know that Windrustle to-Ennien is there. He is often related with several things throughout his camp: stealth, perception, being wise beyond his years and often going out on hunts. His soft step could go unnoticed and his tracking skills are among the most superb. Although a first glance of this lithe Sivaoan might lead to the thought of him being overtly quiet, Windrustle is actually quite amiable when not out on the hunt. Companions are made easily with him with his subtle wit and reasoning capabilities. When a tail-twitching irritant surfaces among his companions, he is normally the first to offer a solution to the problem. Although this doesn't totally leave him out of the scuffles that might occur, as one might think. Windrustle doesn't object to this when the argument doesn't seem to be solvable. He's mainly a very fair Sivaoan who interjects his point of view when necessary.
Appearance: Thick, oddly patterned fur covers Windrustle's body, possibly what makes him easily blend in to the forest surroundings. Every area of his coat seems to contain a different mixture of striped silver tabby coating and rich, off-white cream colors. In some areas it almost appears as if he has cream-colored stripes over a silver background instead of black, as well as black stripes over a cream background instead of silver. A big patch of cream has been stuck over his nose, while his ears are both mixtures of black and silver. Generally it looks as though someone has stuck his colors into a blender and stirred it up a bit, but if someone wanted to put a general name to the hue, it would most likely be called "cream patch tabby." With the exception of his strangely stirred up fur, he is a rather handsome looking Sivaoan. Instead of any bulging muscles, he possesses wiry strength and sinew to help him creep with the utmost silence. His boldly banded prehensile tail twists up behind him the full length of it a bit above average for one of his race.
Other: The only problem with Windrustle would have to be with his ears. Unlike most of his Sivaoan brethren, he was born with the rare anomaly of imperfect pitch. So.poor Windrustle may be able to use his ears effectively for tracking, but he finds himself dimwitted when it comes to singing. Windrustle to-Ennien also has only been considered an adult for a few years. Each of the Sivaoans he took his Walk with still regard him as a great friend. Nothing much else could be used to describe Windrustle to-Ennien, although he does have a very young sibling aptly called FumblePaw to-Ennien for her clumsy nature. Who knows if this little Sivaoan will grow out of this and become more like her mother's son, Windrustle.
Personality: Oh dear. Where to start on poor Fumblepaw? She's what one would call 'eager-to-please', and tries her best to make friends wherever she goes. It doesn't help, though, that she comes off as annoying and eager rather than friendly and smiling. She'll come bounding in from nowhere in particular and butt her head in most any conversation, trying her best to fit in. One might suspect she's heard the stories of clumsy kittens such as herself never being asked to go Walk with any group, and she's trying to remedy that before she grows old enough. Who knows? Maybe she'll end up growing out of this stage once she gets a tad bigger. Overall, there would be several expressions that could describe her: overenthusiastic, eager-to-please, and one who sticks her tail where it doesn't belong (similar to the human expression 'sticking his or her nose where it doesn't belong. This expression is mostly used on much smaller kittens, causing Fumblepaw to resent being thought of with the phrase.)
Appearance: Contrary to her clumsiness, Fumblepaw has a rather attractive color coat for one of her young age. Luxurious and silky fur of light silver covers her body, barely visible bands of darker smoke running through it. The coat itself is a tad longer than most would expect on her tail, giving it a rather elegant and graceful look, although looks CAN be deceiving. Not much white resides anywhere on her body. The only marring bit of snow falling on her nose, as if someone had thrown a snowball into her face at some point. As to her body structure, she is quite thin but very short in Sivaoan standards. This decreases her look of elegance, but adds to her childish appearance even more than her age does.
Other: Unlike her mother's son, Windrustle to-Ennien, Fumblepaw does have the ability to sing, and quite well too. Since she was very young, she always showed an interest in using her voice, which is not altogether unpleasant. Perhaps if she's unable to Walk when she becomes of age, becoming a Bard could be a second choice for her.
Personality: While Berrybush is technically old enough to Walk, she is still young, and enjoys childhood to its fullest. She seems to have an almost uncanny ability to sniff out ripe silverberries, which gives her name more meaning than just describing her fur color. She deliberately sets up her swagger lair near the welcome-homes; she thinks they're cute, and she likes to know when new adults are Walking into camp. Generally cheerful and bubbly, she hasn't actually gotten around to finding out who she'll Walk with...
Appearance: A young Sivaoan, yet just past puberty. Short, plush silver-blue fur covers her body in a solid color coat, the thickness of her fur making her seem slightly heavyset, although she is average in body type.
Other: Berrybush's mother, Woodshadow, moved her tent to Stiff Tail's camp just recently. So, Berrybush, having not yet Walked and still being a child, came along. Used to changing camps often--even for a Sivaoan--Berrybush has not decided on a group to Walk with, yet. When the time comes, she's confident she can find at least three others who would Walk with her.
Personality: Sort of a quiet, pleasant woman. Although introverted, she is not shy, nor does she shun company by any means. She has unsatiable wanderlust, and tends to change camps often.
Appearance: A mature, adult female, of average height and body type. She is mainly brown with darker stripes, which end in swirled bulls-eye patterns on her hips. Her belly, throat, chin and the bridge of her nose are white; the top half of her face is colored, though, the tabby patterning slanting across her eyes like a mask or set of window curtains.
Other: Woodshadow to-Srallanse chose her name because of an event on her Walk. When a lone slashback threatened the group, her brown pattern lent her camoflauge enough to hide until the animal was close enough to ambush; straight down the throat past the fangs with her spear. She has had a few children, and all but the youngest one have Walked to adulthood so far. She has moved camp to Stiff Tail's camp recently, bringing her adolescent daughter, Berrybush, with her.
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