Estelle, Nanny

[Estelle]

` ESTELLE !

[style=text-align:center;]”My Faith is my life.”

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NAME Estelle
AGE 1 year 1 month
GENDERFemale
RANK Nanny
PATRON GOD Milarea
SHIFT RARITY Common
SHIFT FORM Arctic fox
PICTURE(S)

Cat

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[style=text-transform:uppercase;]APPEARANCE

A small form stands silhouetted in moonlight. It is a cat. Young, not much older than a full year, it still is in a season of growth. It seems to be naturally petite and will probably not be much bigger once it has fully grown. Grace and slenderness mark the cats bearing identifying it as a she-cat. Not much muscle is present on her body, due to the fact of not having any hunting or fighting training that would require such muscle, but instead only a suave contour to her body.

In the silvery moonlight her pelt is reflected, shining in a snowy white hue along most of her body. This simple coloration is broken only on her tail, which is a light gray with darker gray tabby rings all along it, and on her head, which boasts a basic tabby M marking in a faded chocolate brown as well as several barely visible lines touching her eyes. Her paw pads, nose and all exposed skin are all a light rosy pink, with small dark gray speckles that are not easily seen, except for the one on the top right corner of her nose. The last element to complete this stunning combination is her eyes. Around her pupil a dark gray ring is visible which abruptly turns into a light sky-blue, with tiny patches of white, giving them a general look of a sunny sky with occasional clouds.

PERSONALITY

To most cats of the tribe, Estelle is considered an enigma. Few can ever understand her motives, her drive, why she acts the way she acts. And yet she is quite simple.

Faith. That is the basis for everything in her life, her actions her thoughts, her everyday routine. Ever since she was a very young kit she has had a very spiritual outlook on life. She prays to most of the gods regularly except for Astrophia and Vulcanrin, whom she both fears. She feels duty to her patron goddess and tries as hard as possible to make her proud and to show her that she was worth it.

Acceptance. Estelle knows her place, and unlike some of the other younger she-cats who are restless with their place she is content. She would never change things, would never go against the traditions that had been set down by the gods themselves. In fact she had not been pleased when many she-cats made the decisions that they did. She knows her duty, and it is not a laborious duty, instead she considers it a privilege, something to honored to have been chosen to do.

The outside. The only things that others actually see of her are her characteristics. She has always had few friends, for many reasons, but mostly because she is so quiet. She does not speak to toms or superiors unless spoken to, and shows utter respect, after all, they have been put above her by the gods as her authority and are usually quite wise. She is also a very docile she-cat. Anger? None, or if it were to ever appear it would only be if someone were to blatantly defy or blaspheme the gods, in any way, the anger would be hesitant and utterly foreign to her. And yet many of these things are shown in bad light as well. She follows blindly and quietly, never speaking up against another. Not from fear, but from a strange patience. She is wise beyond her age, at least in spiritual matters, but in other matters she is incredibly naïve.

The one thing she considers a major weakness in herself is her strange wish for love. After seeing the sadness and emptiness present in many of the relationships in the tribe, she wants, she hopes, for love. As such she prays as much to Erosate as to her own patron goddess, hoping beyond hope that maybe, just maybe, she will experience love.

HISTORY

When Offal came to the leader and asked to have kits, there was nothing out of order or even strange in that request. He was asked if he had a she-cat in mind, and he requested Venara. Venara, whose dazzling white pelt attracted every tom’s eye, had already had two litters, and all her kits had been perfectly sound and beautiful. Two moons later three healthy kits were born. Offal came and in all his pride named the two young toms, Solus and Noctus, and after looking with faint disappointment at the she-cat, left her unnamed. Later another queen gave her a name, Estelle.

The first thing that Estelle saw through the blur of her eyes when she first opened them was the shaft of moonlight that seemed to have fallen into the nursery, its silvery light falling soothingly on the ground nearby. She didn’t know what it meant then and later never could remember exactly why, but she felt a strange connection with that small shaft of light.


It wasn’t long after that her father began to visit regularly, of course it was never her he came to visit and he often ignored the curious little she-cat that was always tagging along with her brothers. Until one day he sent her away, telling her to go back to her place. In sadness she ran, accidentally stumbling out of camp. Bewildered, she wandered around, becoming lost. She remembered the stories she had heard from birth and cried out to the gods and even to her patron goddess Milarea. As it got darker she became desperate, until suddenly she was answered. Moonlight washed over her and she followed it knowing somehow that the goddess had heard. She arrived safely, just as some of the she-cats were going to send out a search party for her. From that day on she decided to devote herself to Milarea and to the other gods and to focus on them instead of the sadness of her life.


Time passed, her brothers began their training, so in a way, did Estelle. Instead of just playing around like a kit she began to take care of them and watch over them. She learned the best ways to calm them and even many stories to tell them. Stories about the gods, about the creation and about all sorts of things. She never forgot what Milarea had done for her and worshipped her fervently.


Not long ago she was made a full nanny and she knows that probably soon she will be chosen to carry kits. To her this is not a problem but she hopes that maybe she will get a request from a tom to be her mate so that maybe she can experience true love. But that, she knows, is a remote possibility.[style]


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