Dubhan Meadhan-Oidhche, Outsider

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Dubhan Meadhan-Oidhche

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The Basics 

Name •  Gaemhradh – Dubhan Meadhan-Oidhche

Nickname • Dubhan

Age • 43 moons

Gender • Cis Female

Sexuality • Pansexual

Rank • Outsider

The Looks

Short description • Intermediate shorthaired polydactyl solid black molly with very low white and yellowy-orange eyes.

Body type• Intermediate

Overall looks • Dubhan is a small cat. She’s skinny and wiry, with a sleek, thin coat which appears similar to a rainbow when hit by the sun. Her tail is slightly crooked from being broken as a kit, and it has a tendency to drag along the ground. Her claws are very long and as white as the moon, and her paws are large with one extra toe on each one. Her skull is a rounded diamond and her muzzle is small and neat, with a few white hairs on her chin. The bridge of her nose is long and straight, slightly peppered with a few long-healed scars, much like her forehead and the space around her eyes. Those eyes are oblong and a washed out yellow, with hints of a deeper orange around the pupil. Her ears are long and sharply tipped, and one has a massive v-shaped scar cutting in from it’s outer rim. Her whiskers are slightly curved and fan from her face like the rays of the sun.

The Personality 

Likes

-Bathing in cold rivers

-Kittens in general

-The silvery light of the moon

-Ginger cats

Dislikes

-Other cats outside of the clowder knowing of her existence

-Wolves

-Loud and abrasive cats

-Being transparent 

Strengths

-A skilled peacemaker

-Knows a lot about the caring of kits

Weaknesses

-Doesn't trust easily

-Very bad in social situations

Dreams

- To teach another young molly as she was taught

Fears

-Having a clan cat discover her murder

Overall personality • 

It is hard to get to know Dubhan. She is a very inward-centric cat, very introverted and self-contained in her thoughts, emotions and reactions. She rarely lets her emotions show through her body language, and is even less likely to speak about such things. This isn't so say she's cold, though. She is very, very kind, in an understated, soft way. As such, she is happiest when alone collecting herbs or hunting, providing for someone without having to actively communicate her affection for them.   But you must earn this kindness from her. Her years as a loner have taught her this. 

Dubhan makes it a value of hers never to judge a cat by how they look. Her time with Cailleach has taught her that this is a useless endevour. Instead, Dubhan likes to watch a newcomer from afar, perhaps leaving them gifts to see how they react so that she can get a full scope of their personality, before she decides to communicate with them. This can be very frustating to watch from an outsider's perspective, and many cats could argue that this is a paranoid, narrowing way to see the world. But to her it makes perfect sense. 

She is very dedicated to her role as a protector of kits, and is willing, if need be, to kill for a kit again. She doesn't want to do this, but if the time comes and her claws are the ones most available, she will most certainly do it. There have been times that she has... badly injured aggressive toms when she was travelling with Cailleach, and by now she has a pretty good grip on what's a fatal blow to the throat and what's just a cuff round the neck. 

Almost everything that Dubhan does is tainted by a very well-hidden tinge of melancholy. She has lost a lot of friends in her life, and she does not even know if her first litter are alive or dead out there. She is currently still mourning the loss of her silent tom, and she often feels like not even the warmth she feels from the other queens in the clowder can take away from that. There are good days when she feels the happiest she has ever been, and there is no better. But there are also bad days when she thinks of the silent tom and of Cailleach out there, the two cats she has enjoyed the presence of the most, and she thinks of the kits in her womb, a ticking time-bomb of a memory. She tends to glorify the images of these cats of her past, and any criticism of them can make her incredibly angry. This is probably why she keeps the knowledge of these cats close to her chest.

The History 

Mother • Barn cat Ciara, 98 moons when disappeared (Shortfurred solid black cat with green eyes)

Father• Unknown

Siblings • None

Other important cats •  Loner Muileag, 32 moons (Shortfurred wildcat tabby cat with green eyes) (UFA) Loner Caitcat, 32 moons (Shortfurred wildcat tabby cat with yellow eyes) (UFA) Loner Caradth, 32 moons (Shortfurred wildcat tabby cat with yellow eyes and a missing back leg) (UFA) Kit Neonach, 20 sunrises when deceased (Shortfurred wildcat tabby cat with yellow eyes) Loner Cailleach, roughly 120 moons (Longfurred grey and white solid cat with one blue eye and one cataract-covered eye) Sick unnamed tom

Overall history •

Kithood
 
Gaemhradh was born in a snowstorm, and was the only kitten that her aging mother had of that litter. Gaemhradh would also be the last kitten that her mother, Ciara, would ever have. After birthing countless young cats, her days as a mother were coming to a close. But there was one more job that she would have to do, and that job was to allow this little kitten to reach adulthood.

Ciara was used to being a mother, and thus she was a good mother to little Gaemhradh. The smell of sweet hay and larger, peaceful animals was home to her, and as she grew older, Ciara taught her to hunt the small mice that scampered about in the undergrowth. The humans of the farm were kind to her, often leaving small pieces of deer out in a little dish alongside some clean water for her and her mother. In addition, Gaemhradh had the companionship of many other young barn cats living in the area, and she’d often spend time wrestling with them in the fields. She never knew who her father was specifically – toms tended to come and go – but it never concerned her. She was happy as is.

Becoming an outsider

However, things were not to stay this idyllic. One night, a wolf, smelling the scent of the late-born lambs, came down into the farm and instead discovered many cats. Ciara awakened Gaemhradh and told her to head to the mountains in hopes of escaping the wolf, if at least for a short while. Gaemhradh asked about Ciara. Ciara did not answer. She simply pushed her daughter in the direction of the mountains on the horizon and ran the opposite way into the night.

Gaemhradh had no choice. She ran into the mountains and hid.


The First Litter 

For roughly ten moons after that incident, Gaemhradh wandered the mountains and forests alone, gradually becoming less and less acquainted with felinekind. Sometimes, she’d come across a wildcat, but would never stay long with them, finding it hard to relate to the larger cats. One of these brief meetings, out of loneliness and a sad type of love, produced Gaemhradh’s first litter of kittens. There were four of them (one stillborn) and she called them Muileag, Caradth, Neonach and Caitcat.

Gaemhradh had to move about constantly with her young kits to avoid being noticed by predators. One day, she wandered into a small patch of woodland, unaware that this patch of woodland was on the border of Pineclan. She promptly hid her young kits in a thicket and ran off into the undergrowth to hunt.

When Gaemhradh returned, the first thing she saw was the little bloodied body of Neonach. The second thing she saw was the hulking figure of a cat standing over him. And that’s when she snapped. Gaemhradh threw herself at the strange cat, ripping her claws down their exposed belly and slashing at their neck. The cat, despite their training and bulk, did not stand a chance against a wronged mother. The cat died.

And that’s when Gaemhradh decided to change her name to Dubhan, in honour of the tools which had allowed her to avenge her little Neonach.

Cailleach 

Her three remaining kits left her at around five moons, and she was alone again. Whilst travelling the mountains, Dubhan met an old cat called Cailleach. Cailleach was almost completely blind in one eye and she walked with a pronounced limp. But, most strangely, she claimed to be a 'kitten wife'. Dubhan, intrigued at the concept, decided to follow Cailleach around and help her for a while.

What Cailleach did was this:

She would go and find loner or rouge cats giving birth, and she would help them. She gave them raspberry and fenugreek, and if they were pregnant and wished to lose the kits she would give them wormwood. Sometimes, she would take orphaned kittens with her and raise them herself, with Dubhan as an apprentice of sorts. They stayed together for an entire 16 moons, taking care of young queens and kits where they could. However, at the end of this process, Cailleach turned to her and said,

"Dubhan. I have taught you everything I know. Now it is time for you to go out and do what I have done. Save the kits of this world from suffering, Dubhan. I gift unto you the name of Dubhan Meadhan-Oidhche, after your fur which shines with the strength of a deep winter's night.


And so Dubhan Meadhan-Oidhche left the side of her dear Cailleach and went off on her own.

The Second Litter

One night, whilst out in the mountains, Dubhan came across another strange cat. This one was skinny and and he smelled of disease and pain. He could not even speak properly, his body was so damaged. Taking pity on the tom, Dubhan stayed with him for six moons. In that time, she grew close to him and he to her. She hunted for him and he would lie with her at night. Despite his lack of a voice, they communicated with each other through body language, and it was clear that they shared the same amorous feelings. Dubhan fell pregnant.

However, one night, Dubhan came back to their nest and the tom was not there anymore. She looked around for him everywhere, but he was simply not there anymore. There was no scent, no struggle, nothing. It was like he'd simply disappeared off the face of the earth. Dubhan left the place she had stayed for so long, heading downwards into the town. For a while, she contemplated eating wormwood to rid herself of the kits inside of her, but never had the courage to do it.

That was until she met the Regalia Clowder.

Seeing a place where a cat with her knowledge could be valued and a safe place to raise her kits, Dubhan decided to join. She was instantly attracted to the tall, beautiful molly who headed it and whose name it bore, with her independent nature and intelligent ways. 

The Genes

(Sex-coat length-devon rex-donskoy-cornish rex-dutch rex-laperm-oregon rex-selkirk rex-wirehair-black-dilute-dilute modifier-white masking-amber-agouti-ticked-tabby-spotted-white spotting-albinism-japanese bobtail-kurilian bobtail-manx-curled ear-folded ear-brachyury-brachycephaly-polydactyly-munchkin
Basic appearance • XoXo-Ll-RERE-hrhr-RR-rdrd-lplp-RoRo-rsrs-whwh-BB-Dd-dmdm-ww-EE-aa-tata-mcMc-spsp-Ss-CC-jbjb-kurkur-mm-cucu-fdfd-Chch-BrBr-Pp-mkmk

The Roleplayer

OOC name • Moth

Experience • On and off 6 yrs

Other characters • Shellflower


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