entered for Scurvey, as you can see!! drawn with scratch, took about an hour! bio: pronouns- he/him, fae/faer okay as well species- cat lore- Scurvey was born into a simple family. They didn't have much, the cats near the shore, but they didn't need it. Scurvey was called Mouse at the time, and his siblings were called Trout and Minnow. His mother, Azure, took good care of them near the docks, where the fish were caught daily. They had enough food, and lived peacefully. Until curiosity kicked in. Mouse and Minnow ventured out onto the docks one day. Minnow slipped on the wet surface, and Mouse lunged for her, but was just too late. In shock, Mouse struggled to return home, and was left out in the open for the fishers to catch him. When you're taking fish from place to place, you're watching where you're going. You can't slip, for precious cargo will be lost if you do. Mouse was found almost immediately as the day's catch traveled onto land. In mourning, Mouse was small, and fairly underweight, even though his earlier life had been pleasant. The fisher quickly took the kitten aboard a fishing ship, where he was renamed Scurvey, for the fishers were unaware of previous names. There, Scurvey didn't just survive, but /thrived/. He loved the open ocean, to the point where it was literally faer home. There, he was untethered to his mistakes, and could forget about what wanted him onshore. Everything was well, but no story ends without a plot twist. Ours comes in the form of an oil spill. The ship, not Scurvey's, but one nearby, had hit a rock, and was leaking oil. In a frenzy, the fisher attempted to help them, yelling out instructions. But here, there's only one fisher and the occasional cat on a ship. With no one left to steer, Scurvey's fishing boat slammed the side of the oil-leaking ship. The fisher, who knew how to swim, was perfectly fine, quickly avoiding the oil. But Scurvey? Scurvey was thrown underwater, faer head unable to reach the surface. His paw smacked a piece of wood so hard it nearly shattered. The steering wheel of his ship drifted past, and Scurvey extended his forepaws to catch it, but in his panicked state, missed. It drove into his chest, knocking him further into the waves. Scurvey awoke to bright lights and cheering. His fisher was staring there, quick to welcome the cat from his sleep. He scrambled to his paws- three of them. His forepaw was gone, the one that had smacked the wood. In place was a leg he'd seen in pictures. A wooden one. Just like the heroes he dreamed of being. Scurvey returned to thrive on the ship until his late days, passing out at sea. His second home would always be there, and his eyes were forever cemented into the ebb and flow of the tides.
