{ Seer } o f :: Unsung Light ::

[Pharaoh]

(( SEER OF UNSUNG LIGHT ))

(( Introductions ))

``NAME ::
seer of unsung light
``ALIAS ::
seer
``AGE ::
twenty-one moons
``CLAN ::
tribe of whispering stones
``GENDER ::
female
``RANK ::
stone teller
``STAR GIFT ::
confidence

(( Visual Aid ))

``COAT ::
calico tabby, more closely resembling regular short-haired tabby with patches and streaks of red-orange.
``EYES ::
dark and void of color, a rare but naturally occurring genetic mutation that causes a cat to have extremely dark eye pigment and very largely dilated pupils.
``BUILD ::
extremely small and very fragile, described as being like a delicate leaf blowing in an autumn breeze.
``SUMMARY ::
naturally, seer is a very small cat. she was most likely prematurely born, as she never grew larger than a new apprentice. she has a very thin, slender frame that is always somewhat shaky, and is prone to greater fits when she is worried or deep in thought. aside from this, her most noticeable feature is her very dark and what most consider highly frightening eyes. they are actually just a shade of dark brown that are so very dark, they reflect no color upon inspection. her pupils also dilate naturally much wider than normal, such as when a cat is in stalking mode. because of this, seer prefers being out in the darker hours of the night or during stormy weather, and during greenleaf she is often found in a little cave-den in deep prayers and ponderings. her fur is tabby calico brown, meaning that it is a shade of brown and cream in a basic tabby pattern, with hints of red-orange streaked throughout. the most recognized of these patches is the spot on her forehead just between and below the line of her ears, and the color is somewhat bordered by darker brown stripes, making it stand out.
``UNIQUE FEATURES ::
eyes, small size, shakiness, red-orange patch on forehead.

(( First Impressions ))

``LIKES ::
• darkness
• solitude
• quiet
``DISLIKES ::
• bright sunlight
• over-stimulation
• impatient or intolerant cats
``FEARS ::
• looking into and dwelling within the past
• the pain and suffering of other cats
``SKILLS ::
• wise and intelligent leader
• works as well under pressure as not
``OVERALL ::
seer is not a cat to be taken lightly. she was chosen specifically for her position at birth, and with great reason. she has never lived a day in her life that has given any cat reason to doubt her leadership abilities. though young, she is extremely clever and very talented when under pressure or placed in stressful, serious situations. she is patient, loyal, and looks out for the sakes of others well above herself. one could not describe her as kind, but neither could she be called cruel. she simply is, and there would be no other way to think of it. she has a mature, aged grace that is unrivaled in any, and though her personality seems shallow and monotonous to any who meet her, she is a cat who cares and feels like any other.

(( In the Past ))

``PARENTS ::
unknown
``SIBLINGS ::
unknown
``BIRTH CLAN ::
unknown
``HISTORY ::
seer appeared just outside the den of the omen teller on a night that was deemed a dark message from starclan. instantly, the omen teller identified that it was a sign from the warrior ancestors that this young kit was destined for greatness. taking her in, the old omen teller gave her a prophetic name whispered on a breeze, calling her seer of unsung light. when the kit opened her eyes two weeks later, they were an unusually dark shade of blue. all kittens, of course, have blue eyes that develop into color over time as their coats develop their range of color, too, but seer's were an intense navy color. when seer was one moon old, her eyes had darkened so that they were almost black as night. they never showed signs of pigment after, and remained unusually sensitive as well as large and terrifying.

after seer's eyes had shown such a dark color, the omen teller could only connect them back to the night of her appearance in the tribe. that very night, the stone teller himself had somehow been knocked off a rock and nearly killed. all the other tellers deduced, by the guiding of the omen teller, that it was a very clear sign. when the current stone teller died, seer was meant to take over. all the omens that had been given surrounding her pointed to a great future, and a marvelous life of prosperity, and leading the clans to better days. when seer was twelve moons old, the stone teller himself died in the same manner he had almost lost his life four seasons earlier. though she was too young to handle the position, seer was given the name after the omen teller fought for seer's own right to the high title. the other tellers came to agree that when seer reached twenty-one moons of age, she would be allowed full responsibility, but until then, they each would act as a counsel to run the tribe.

seer spent the eight moons between her twelfth and twentieth learning and absorbing knowledge at a very quick rate. she continued in the pursuit of her promised title and position. now that seer has almost reached her twenty-first moon, she is very eager to take her place as the rightful tribe leader and stone teller. as a high teller, she knows the path will be difficult, and especially rough for her considering the circumstances which led to her being where she is at today, but seer fears nothing of the sort. she knows that this is her destiny, and is willing to face any trial thrown in front of her. with a confident stride she will take the head of the forest and be a proud, regal, loyal leader who knows not the meaning of fear or hate. her footsteps, they say, can only bring peace to the land.

(( Back to Reality ))

``NOTES ::
Hope you don't mind a different form. I like to spruce things up from time to time. ^~^
``RULE CHECK ::
Seven Tellers in times of war and peace.
``OWN UP ::

[/i]squelsh and cloush noises as if it were some helpless fish pulled right out of a lake and dropped on the muddy shore. taking a few quicker steps toward a brown heap in the middle of a great mud puddle, the omen teller was stunned by what she found. a young kit, helplessly alone, silently thrashing about in search of freedom. picking up the delicate thing, she dragged it into her den and began furiously to clean off the mud, spitting out mouthfuls of it as she went. when finished, the omen teller found a little she-kit, only a sun-cycle old at most, who was continuously remaining silent even though the young kit did live. lucky, was all that the teller could think. who would leave a helpless kit in the camp? who could ever abandon such a precious thing? as the omen teller curled up next to the tabby kit, another snap of thunder sang through the skies, and the rain itself stopped just as quickly as it had started.
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[Phantom Shadow]

Wow. Incredibly detailed bio. Despite the lack of capitalization (which I take to be a style thing), I don't think I found one mistake. Bravisimo! Accepted!