Under the Coyote Summer's Moon

[Coyotesummer]

Character’s Name:
Coyotesummer

Gender:
She-cat

Breed of Cat:
Feral

Age:
Young Adult [15 moons]

Character Description:
A slender blue-black she-cat with deep yellow hues.

Character Personality:
Coyotesummer is by stint of her nature very protective. While she appears out-going and almost overly confident she is mostly putting up bravado. In her heart she has large doubts about herself, despite what she achieves, and feels responsible for others around her.

As she raised herself, she has a view on life that only few could get. ‘It sucks; you gotta make it on your own, and drag others up with you.’ For this reason she is extremely caring to the helpless and even more so to the young. She happily takes others under her wing, helping them to get onto their feet, in a world she sees as out to get the little guy.

At the same time as trying to look after others she has a distinct urge to run free, and be wild. Letting lose when she gets the chance she can be over exuberant, to the point of putting herself at risk, or losing control, of the situation and herself. She is both mature, and childish, taking her job as a Stealthclan warrior seriously, and her life as a party.

In a fight, although she may toy with the opponent, she hardly ever intends to kill them. This does not minimize her will to hurt them, but if she can avoid the loss of life she will. Once all is said and done, she will even offer help to the injured party.

History:
Born to a rogue female and her mate, all the young Coyotesummer could remember from back in those days was that they were always traveling, walking nonstop. Her name wasn’t Coyotesummer then, she can’t remember what it was.

But then, her parents traveled into the territory of a pack of coyotes. The canines didn’t take too well to their presence, so the alpha dog, Coal, rounded his pack to go chase off the intruders, or, if possible, kill and eat them. With his stood his mate, the alpha female named Flint, who was broken after the loss of two of her litter of three to distemper.

The pack caught the cats on the open plain. The mother she-cat, finding no scrub to hide her kit, no place for her or her mate to climb to escape the coyotes, flung her kit at Coal’s paws and fled, her mate at his side.

Coal stared down at the small bundle of fur at his paws, mewing helplessly. Small, so small, a mere mouthful of fur and meat.

But still, meat, and it had been a lean winter after all, and the spring hadn’t yet helped them put on the weight they had lost…

His mouth opened, fangs bared inches from the mewing kit’s body. But if he succeeded and the kit became his dinner, there wouldn’t be any character to RP here now would there?

No, Flint moved, a gray-brown blur, snatching the tiny kit front right under her mate’s nose.

Coal snapped his head up, looking at his mate like she had sprouted another head – the rest of his pack echoing their alpha male’s surprise.

But Flint merely cuddled the tiny kit, licking her gently.

“I want her Coal. I want to raise her.”

Looking up with yellow eyes, Flint beseeched Coal. And what was the alpha male to do but agree to it?

After all, coyotes mate for life and Flint was very dear to him. This had been their first litter together, and already two of his pups were gone.

So he agreed, and the small kit found herself raised by coyotes.

The pack followed the Lunar Goddess, howling to Her every sunset and dawn. If was Her Will that dictated that pups not be named until their steps out into the outside world, Her Will that the pack loved and protected them devotedly.

A family.

The kit grew used to the howls, even coming to take comfort in them even though she could not produce the sound. Took comfort in the scents of the pack, their constant visits to see their new feline pack mate. Took the most comfort in Flint, and her rich milk scent, and her new sibling, a young dog coyote with whom she shared Flint’s love.

And they grew.

As the sun rose and fell the kit and the coyote grew. The day they first set foot outside, the first day of summer, was the day that the pack had been waiting for.

They rejoiced.

Flint looked over her children. Her son, a gray-brown ruffian with warm brown eyes and a white diamond shard shape on his forehead.

And her daughter, a blue-black slender fela with bright yellow eyes.

As the Goddess had decreed, the alpha male chose the names.

“Have you decided?”

“I have Flint. My son, from this day forward, you will bear the name Ivoryshard. Uphold your name with the honor and dignity you were born with, as the alpha’s son, and make your back proud.”

Flint widened her eyes, giving Coal a look almost reminiscent of the one he gave her when she chose to adopt the kit. The was not coyote name, it was more like the ones the cats from the clans in the valley to the south gave their members.

But Coal only gave Flint a knowing smile, before turning to his adopted daughter.

“My daughter, although you are not born of our species, nor of this pack, you have come to learn our ways just as any coyote would. I name you Coyotesummer, and am proud to call you my daughter.”

Thus the two were named.

Moons passed. The two learned how to hunt, learn to be brave in the face of perilous odds. And they had a bond only siblings could have.

But there was a call.

A call, pulling at Coyotesummer’s heart. And much to the sadness of her parents, of the pack, she chose to leave, to find the meaning behind that call.

Even though he should have stayed. Ivoryshard chose to join her on her journey, even settling with her when she found a home in Stealthclan.

[Coyotesummer]

//Finished.