Posts by THEBE

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the world was beautiful. at least, they said it was.

they said it was full of colors. full of felines and twolegs of different shapes and sizes. full of dogs and wolves and sheep and bears. full of different plants, the tiniest blades of grass and leaves, great oaks and baby evergreens.

they said it was big. full of miles and miles of woods and twolegplaces, farms and cities, clans and thunderpaths. full of rogues and loners, forest cats and city cats. full of good and bad and all the shades of gray in between the two of them.

to thebe, the world was black.

she'd been born blind, and her parents had always told her that if not for the twolegs that cared for her, she'd be dead. they said a blind girl couldn't survive in the wold, that she'd be dead in a sunrise. so she'd assumed she'd stay with her twolegs for the rest of her life, and she didn't really mind. they were kind to her, they gave her good food and a nest close to the fireplace. she never went outside, as was agreed; they never let her out, and she never wanted to go out. after all, should she get lost, she'd lose her twolegs.

but one sunrise, her twolegs had put her outside. she'd been terribly confused, and she'd tried to find her den once more, but she couldn't. the world was big and confusing, overstimulating. she couldn't tell up from down, and all the smells were too strong, overpowering her senses.

she'd stumbled for what felt like moons, and eventually picked up things. how to make sense of everything, how to tell one thing from another. she learned the basics of hunting, but struggled to do so with so many variables. but she'd learned to survive, and that was more than she'd expected away from her twolegs. more than that, she'd learned about the clans. shadowclan.

it was a dark clan, the world hidden from the sun. they'd learned to see better in the darkness, so she'd heard, and she'd learned to see despite it. to see with her hearing, her sense of smell. she'd struggled to find them, and after a time, she found a border she was sure was theirs.

she was a pretty little thing, in spite of her... disability. off-white fur covered a petite, dainty little body, two dark almond eyes watched the world with a hesitance that came from not actually watching at all. she was lovely, in the sort of way that a flower growing in the crack of the pavement was. pretty because she shouldn't last, pretty because she did last. because her petals were dirty and torn, but she still bloomed and reached for the sunlight.

thebe was just a bright flower in a dark world.

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ayyyo
anyone want plots or threads with thebe?

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thread with thebe?
i could see thebe being like super chill with it, since she doesn't even know what a regular face looks like lmao

"so... why is your name twoface?"
"i literally have two faces."
"oh. bonus face. cool."

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Frostsoul~ wrote:

Some things that will transfer include: every single thread and post, bookmarks (however these will not transfer immediately and will need to be transferred after everybody is back on the site but it WILL be automatically transferred), and links. Basically the bulk of the site will transfer without a hitch! Even if something doesn’t transfer immediately, NO data is being deleted or lost. We will still have it to manually transfer it over. So no worries there!

i thought we're good for threads and stuff?

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i can make!!
i'll pm it to you uno momento

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shadowclan, she decided, was a pretty alright place. the cats seemed nice enough, there was food and shelter, and plenty of friends to be made. but she knew there were ways she'd never belong.

she couldn't wake up as easily as the others. her body rose when it was no longer tired, not because of the sun - she couldn't see it. she could tell if it was night or day. she couldn't tell an apprentice from an elder, particularly when she didn't know them. she knew she'd never be able to have an apprentice, she was lucky she'd even been granted a nest in the warriors den. she feared she'd be moved elsewhere sooner or later, though, and the thought terrified her.

so when snores became a chorus in the den, rousing the petite feline, she stood and took her leave, slipping out of the den and, after bumping into a few walls, the camp. she was still unfamiliar with the territory, but the feline was desperate to try to teach herself, to remain a warrior.

when she didn't catch the scent of any prey, likely not due to a lack but due to the overpowering scent of the everygreens and the many felines who had walked through the forest over the hundreds of moons past, a frustrated moan escaped her lips. she could count the number of cats who'd walked on this very spot before her, she could tell exactly when the last did, but she couldn't pick out a damn mouse - she felt useless.

"come on thebe, stop being so damn useless." she cursed herself, voice a whisper laced with anger and frustration. "you can do it. be the blind warrior. come on."

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voice startled her, despite his loud approach. frankly, his approach startled her, every loud step sounding more like the impending pawsteps of her murderer. she'd had fear instilled into her at a young age, taught to her as a survival tactic. if she feared the unknown, she couldn't let it close enough to hurt her.

her fur stood on end, eyes shifting into saucers as she tried to pick his scent out, to process it, to recognize him. twoface, the deputy. upon registering his name, she felt at ease, if only slightly. he was a deputy, and deputies were supposed to be the good guys. next in line for leader. she told herself to trust him, to calm down, and after a moment, her fur relented, but her heart still beat like a hummingbirds wings.

"i'm capable of less than any other warrior. i can't hunt, i can't fight - i can smell and hear, and that's it." the usually optimistic feline said, a sigh escaping her lips and she sat down, defeated. "the only useful warrior duty i can perform is, like, guarding the camp. and that's not even a real warrior duty."

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a frustrated sigh escaped her lips. it wasn't intended, and certainly not to be so loud, but it came nonetheless and she didn't regret it.

"every duty is necessary, but repetition is exhausting. twoface, i don't know you well - or at all, really - but i do know that you can see. i've collected that you can hear, and you can speak just fine. i hear your paws, and i know there's four of them moving. it makes you fully functioning, normal. unless you've got some sort of hidden disfigurement, i'm sure you're perfectly handsome. i mean this with the utmost respect, but you, my friend, have got it easy."

and that was another downside to such a blindness. thebe couldn't see ugly things, to the feline, ugly simply meant poor manners. because there was no way to see to judge, and it was all really based off of what a feline acted and smelt like, and the tom smelt perfectly fine, and acted perfectly fine, so she fancied that must translate to a fine visage.

she was new. she hadn't heard the stories, hadn't paid much mind to the whispers, or much of anything said about the tom. a combination of not being awake with her peers and never really being around them prevented her from knowing the extent of the truth of his name.

[*dun dun*]

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one heartbeat.

no, two.

testosterone.

pawsteps, close and far, others probably lurking in the woods.

the feline took a wary inventory of the setting, of the felines surrounding her. she turned her gaze, rather light in itself but dark in contrast to the fur surrounding it, to the location of the closest mass of heartbeats and hormones, doing her best to guess where the eyes might have been, which landed her eyes a good two inches from his right ear.

"ah - yes, good. i was worried i got lost, i was told it was a primarily pine forest, but this certainly isn't the only place with pines, and it's such a strong smell that it could overpower oaks easily, and i'd hate to end up at the wrong clan, that'd be just a dis-" she recognized that she was off topic, she got off topic far too often. "sorry, i'm rambling. i've been trying to work on that.

"my name is thebe, and this is where i was hoping to end up. i'm looking to join? i'm, uh, i'm blind but i'm not entirely useless. i know how to hunt, though maybe not very well. and i can smell and hear things twice as well as other cats, i could tell you how many cats crossed this very spot today, and how recently this tree was marked, and that there's a tom watching, in the tree's behind you. i'm good with kits too, they tend to find playing with my lack of eyesight fun." rambling again. she shut her mouth then, ears pricked in hopes that he would reply promptly.

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he said he wasn't angry, but she could smell it sizzling off of him like bacon in a frying pan, the scent drifting passed her with the wind. he was angry, she concluded, but didn't blame her. his explanation brought logic for anger, some degree of frustration or perhaps humiliation; he'd spend his life being shamed for something that seemed obvious to so many, that explaining it must have been painful.

"well," she began, carefully choosing her words as she considered the matter. "...then we ought to be very good friends. because to me, you have no disfigurement. a good personality goes a long way for a girl who's blind as a bat. everyone else, you can have two faces with - but to me, you've just got a nice voice and a nice personality. no disfigurements, no being different. i can be the freak here." she offered with a smile, partially in an attempt to cheer him up, and partially to show him she meant it. he sounded no different than any other cat, and provided he didn't act it, he was no different.

she opened her mouth once more, but remained silent, deciding that he might take offense to her asking to touch his face. es. it was the only possible way for her to grasp a concept of his words, but she fancied that, even if he was plain looking, he might be uncomfortable with a total stranger rubbing her paws over his face.

[lmao, thebe just wants friends]

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thrill filled the felines chest at the tom's words, and she couldn't hold back the rather loud sigh of relief that escaped her lips. easy duties, she fancied, she wouldn't find terribly easy; but the feline was given a chance and she'd do her best with it.

at the next tom's warning, thebe found herself hesitating. not at the prospect of joining a clan, but at the thought of fighting. how could she fight if she couldn't bloody see? she didn't say this though, to afraid of being removed immediately after being accepted. instead, she smiled at the tom.

"well, i suppose there's always something to learn. i'll just have to work hard on picking out scents - if i can figure out where the enemy is, i don't see why i couldn't at the very least defend myself from an attacker, if not take the offensive." she suggested, shrugging her shoulders and praying one of the two agreed on the fact and didn't think about the difficulty of learning as much.

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she could smell the whole damn clan.

thebe sat just outside of the entrance to camp, facing the forest, eyes wide albeit unseeing and ears perked. she was listening for anything out of the norm, any threat, ready to give a warning in the event that some unforseen danger fell upon her radar. but, she was finding it difficult to smell for new.

the ivory feline could smell generations of paws that had trod upon the earth, the young and the elderly, the new and the old. she could smell the kits bumbling in the nursery, the warriors who had left for patrols and who were returning. she was blind, granted, but the past fifteen moons of her life had trained her to use her other senses to see. to smell and hear what was around her and make a mental picture, to some degree or another.

the feline sat, on her guard post, and waited for... well, anything.

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thebe could maybe be like a cousin to the salt? she's a kittypet, but her mom could have been captured by twolegs and logically stayed with her child, thinking she couldn't survive in the wild blind

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"literally everyone has a purpose around here." thebe mused to herself as she approached, a bad poke at her blindness, and her rather dull duties. it was an attempt to lighten the situation, but it had failed before the words were halfway out of her mouth and she sort of knew it.

taking a seat, she tried to direct her gaze towards the scent of the salty tears and cast the feline a smile. not sympathetic, she knew first hand how little sympathy helped, but kind. "if you ever want to talk, i'm here - i know we don't know each other well and all. or, when they're born, if you need someone to watch them while you take a walk - well, maybe not watch, but i can round them up. kits tend to find my lack of sight... intriguing." she offered with a shrug of her shoulders, as if to say it'll be alright.

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could thebe like rant her ear off? she's a happy feline, but she has a lot of pent up frustration about her blindness.

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friends with thebe?
she'd spend like 90% of her time trying to cheer her up with self deprecating blind jokes

"hey, softy"
"yeah?"
"i bet they'll look just like you."
"maybe."
"and they won't not look like me! buh dum tiss!"
*crickets*

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"we live, we die. that's the way it goes, hun." thebe said, voice soft but serious as the blind feline shuffled into the clan, a mouse in her jaws. she was always careful in the nursery, not wanting to step on any kits, terrified of not seeing them. so she shuffled rather than walking.

she dropped the mouse in front of the mass that smelled like the queen, pressing it forward. being blind, though, she didn't realize that she was pressing it into the wrong side of the nest and it was hardly a few inches from her rear end.

"sometimes, we die a little faster, a little sooner. but the importance is that, when they lived, they had a mother who loved them. in the end, all we can do is love those around us until the very end. love your friends, your enemies, and perfect strangers, and you'll be loved in return.

"in the end, love is all we've got." she explained, tone wistful as she sat back. "i may not know you, but i volunteer to love you. now eat the mouse."

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bebe? rexha
sebe?
thiss?

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don't ask who badger- is. don't ask thebe. don't do it.

"do you, uh, mind me asking who badger-... -something is?" she inquired as she trotted closer, blind gaze searching to process who was near as she tasted the air.

you do it. great. now she'll hate you for probably bringing up bad memories - nobody names kits after the living.

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so thebe is a kittypet-turned-shadowclanner who has been blind since birth. she's fifteen or so months old and resides in shadowclan as a warrior. at the moment, she's paranoid about being demoted to apprentice or turned into an elder, or being kicked out, so she tries to train every free moment.

thebe has enhanced hearing and sense of smell, which makes it incredibly hard to sneak up on her. however, she's easily frightened by strangers, as she's unable to tell friend from foe. however, once she figures out that you're not going to kill her, thebe it a total sweetheart with a tendency to tell self deprecating jokes to make those around her feel better.

thebe is open to:
- friends
- interactions
- human au's [high muse for these]
- romance [must be developed, of course]
- best friends
- adoptive family
- being trained / unofficially mentored
- most other things

thebe is, however, closed to:
- enemies
- injury
- capture
- litters