Pool Of Falling Rain

Pool Of Falling Rain "Pool" is a lithe, thick-furred sorrel-silver ticked tabby tom with yellow eyes.

## Personality

Pool is quiet — not just quiet, nearly mute. He doesn't talk unless he absolutely feels the need to, and he tends to communicate in muzzle points and tail waves and other gestures out in the open.  Down in the tunnels, he will knock small rocks off of the wall, tap against the ground, or put more effort into walking a bit louder (unless, of course, he's hunting). Many kits and young to-bes spread rumors that he was talkative as a kit, but after angering his mother, Fallow Star That Dims In Moonlight, his tongue was ripped out by her, forbidding him from ever speaking again. Every time he hears this (or other) rumor(s), he simply shakes his head and walks away. It's not true, of course, and his mother treated him just fine — he simply dislikes talking, and he doesn't see the need to partake in it unless he absolutely has to. The only reason he doesn't disprove the rumor(s) is because he thinks that it's a bit amusing, and it might just help them to learn a lesson about things that should or shouldn't be shared with cats outside of the Tribe. Besides, if they can't figure out that his tongue is intact by looking at him when he washes, then that's their own faults. The only cat he willingly speaks to is Moonteller, and even then he prefers his gesturing over using real, communicative words; and, rest assured, he dislikes having to speak at all. If he talks to a cat that isn't his Healer, then it's a sign of just how much he likes and trusts that cat in particular. Generally, Pool is a calm thinker — he analyzes more than he assumes, and he only works based off of things he already knows (such as his neighboring Tribe having an advantage fighting in enclosed spaces but not as much as a tunnel-runner would have, or something of the like). He looks at everything that's available to him before he makes any kind of decision. He cares about his Tribe more than anything else, and he's constantly volunteering for patrols in the tunnels or going out hunting or making sure that his Tribemates are well taken care of — on occasion, and if he is allowed, he will even help Moonteller in the Warren, and despite being a tunnel-runner he goes out of his way to search for herbs to bring back to his Healer. He has an ungodly amount of patience, able to deal with cats screaming in his face without saying a word and simply sits and waits for it to pass when he's encountered with kits in the middle of throwing a tantrum. He tends to think of himself as a servant to the Tribe, even though he doesn't have any authority position, making sure that he's constantly supplying prey and doing anything else that's in need of doing.  He is also deeply loyal to both his Tribe and his Healer; he has no interest in finding a mate outside the Tribe as his mother once did, and he follows Moonteller's orders unquestioningly.  When it comes to romantic endeavors, Pool is nervous beyond belief — though, he hides it well — and he finds himself slightly fidgety; especially when he's around mollies that he finds beautiful in either appearance or personality (or both — especially both). He'd only talk to said pretty mollies slightly more than he would talk to anyone else — and more willingly than he would speak with the Tribe's Healer — he would gift them meals to share and treasures that he'd find in the territory whenever he could. He doesn't really think of taking a mate often, but he does like the idea of having a molly to settle down with and maybe even having kits, someday.

## History

Pool was born as a part of one of his mother, Fallow's, many litters.  His father was a member of the Tribe of High Sun, and though he carries aspects of his appearance (he was, reportedly, also a ticked tabby, though his pelt was far darker than his own), he has never actually met him.  He was always quiet, and because of his lithe build — also a trait gained from his Tribe of High Sun father — he was declared to be a tunnel-runner once he was eight moons old.  He lived a pretty typical life in the Tribe, if more than a bit disconnected from his mother.  However, when his mother bore her litter of six kits, he was excited for it: he had little siblings! That he could help take care of and get close to! When his mother killed those little siblings, however... he was angry, to say the least, as well as grief-stricken.  Should he see his mother again, even he isn't sure how he'd react: it has been moons since the death of his half-siblings and he's had a chance to begin to recover from it, and Fallow is still his mother and the only cat who raised him, but she's also a murderer who killed her own kits, and could have just as easily killed him when he was in the kit-mothers' den.