Cynric

cynric, male, fur like the clouds <3

Attention could mean many things. For some of the cats on the ship they all call home, the bright colors of their fur help them stand out. Others are told they blend in well with the deck or the night or the sand of the shores they visit. Cynric has been told his fur looks a bit like clouds, with a sunset. He's checked this for himself - the mirror below deck was a nice way to take a look - and the other cats aren't wrong. Clouds, he thought at the time, are pretty cool, after all.

It hasn't gotten to his head, but it's a nice connection to something that's seen often while out at sea. When the clouds roll in and cross the sky, and the sun sinks below the horizon, he'll climb up to the crow's nest and admire the sky. It's odd, really, how such an offhanded comment could turn into something so monumental for him. He sees things in the sky that he never would have before, sketches the sunset when he's free and even learned some of the different cloud names. (There's so many of those. He has no idea how one is supposed to keep them straight.)

And, when someone makes a comment about the clouds blocking the view of the stars they navigate by at night, Cynric will laugh and apologize for getting in the way. People will glance at his fur, smile, remember.

His fur is part of him. And it's absolutely delightful.