Fablesong

A P P E A R A N C E

A small black and white cat with blue and amber heterochromia, large ears that droop slightly, and a lithe, scrawny form with unkempt fur. He has a tendency to get his fur dirty by accident, and has leaned into it by intentionally sticking flowers and leaves in it. Their fur may appear dappled due to a lack of grooming.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

One's first impression of Fablesong may be that he’s quite lazy. He tends to complain if forced to do one too many errands and may even try passing them off to some too-kind soul within eyesight. He hates to fight, couldn't be bothered to hunt anything with more energy than a toad, and even grooming his own fur is a chore that he would rather put off for as long as possible.

But not all is what it seems, of course. Despite his unassuming appearance and attitude, Fable is an exceptional fighter with quick reflexes and sharp eyes when the situation calls for it. He is plenty capable, but it's uncertain whether he hides these talents out of sheer laziness, or to continue the ruse of laziness so that he'll fade into the crowd. Either way, it has been quite a while since any cat has seen a shred of motivation from Fable.

Otherwise, he can be good company when he’s in the mood. Fable has a dry sense of humor and a love for gossip and can be bribed into doing his work with promises of stories, of which he will listen to with clear interest. Despite his facade of indifference, Fablesong feels a strong connection to the cats who he grew up with and befriended, especially those who also joined Zenithclan. He’s an iron safe when it comes to secrets, and despite all of his flawed traits, one can find a deeply loyal friend within Fablesong.

P A S T

The elders of Marrowclan would have become familiar with Fablekit from the moment he was able to toddle over to them and listen to their stories with huge eyes. Fable's father, Lightningeyes, was a stern and devoted cat with a fiery loyalty to Marrowclan, and was at a loss with how to raise his child, especially when Fablekit became the exact opposite of him. Named for his immediate love for stories, Fable was an imaginative kit who loved to sing and dance and tell nonsense stories to all who would listen - or just all in earshot. He would frequently corral the other kits in the nursery to tell their own tales in a circle which he would enthusiastically refer to as "Fable's Fable Corner", and especially took a liking to a kit his age, Athamekit. All in all he was a passionate, if not carefree sort of youngster.

Unfortunately, it was his overactive imagination that would cause a change within Fable as his apprenticeship began.

Lured into the darkness with promises of fantastical tales, the Dark Forest did not seem too terrible to Fable. Hollowsight had such a way with weaving his words, and the training wasn't so bad when Fable would remember the stories Hollowsight would always tell him after a session well done. But slowly, he grew quiet and withdrawn in the waking world, closing in on himself and losing motivation to do anything, falling into a deep depression that left him at a mental standstill. Even the harsh impatience and apprenticeship punishments from Valeriandawn did nothing to keep him from avoiding training.

Fable's lethargic state only worsened after the Battle of the Stars. While no cat can recall just where he was during the battle and which side he fought for, but in the aftermath, it was discovered that his father had been killed. Fable had loved his father dearly, and the loss hit him hard. And perhaps nobody suspected that his reaction was anything more than the grief of a child losing their only family. Perhaps nobody could detect the guilt that laced the deep sorrow he expressed.

Only Athamestone, his odd “friend” from childhood, knows exactly what happened for Fable to go through such a shift. And in turn, Fable is familiar with Athame’s own secrets. Perhaps this is why Fable chose to leave everything to follow Athame to Zenithclan despite seeming to have no interest in it, and why the strange pair seem to tolerate each other despite their contrasting personalities.

These days, Fablesong is a ghost of the cat he once was, unassuming and unwilling to stand out among the crowd. He still loves to sing, and practices on his own sometimes just to keep from getting rusty. For an audience, however, he will only allow some idle humming to be heard, but nothing more. Maybe someday … maybe someday.