Sheer

**Sheer** is a black and white cat with amber eyes.

**Sheer** was born as an outsider to Cavernfall and Mushu alongside his sibling Cliff.

## Appearance

Sheer is a stout, muscular cat who despite being on the side of shorter stature, is extremely sturdy. He has a short-furred black pelt which carries the strong fragrance of dried wildflowers, followed by an underlying tinge of sweet decay. The only breaks in his otherwise dark coat are the white markings on his body, including his muzzle. Sheer’s paw-tips as well as the length of his tail are a gradual ombré of white-to-black, lending an unusual ghost-like quality to his appearance. His eyes are an eerie green color, usually narrowed as if deep in thought. In his mane and tail fur, he wears various things nature had lent him: butterfly wings, various feathers, withered black roses, and the bones of small animals being most common. All of these were carefully preserved by himself out of respect to the deceased flora and fauna he gained them from.

## Personality

Everything in nature is balanced on a scale in Sheer’s mind. Pragmatism and sentimentality, confidence and humility, cunning and honor. Even life and death are merely two sides of the same spectrum; equal in importance when it comes to making a feline whole. To reject one aspect and embrace another completely can sew seeds leading to great internal turmoil—which precisely is why Sheer seeks to strike a perfect balance in order to better the lives of those around him. He is quiet in his selflessness, preferring to keep a vigilant watch over the night while those who he holds dear rest without worry. The tom never seeks to purposely gain spotlight, speaking little as he can never properly convey through words which he can instead display through decisive action. As long as he can save a cat the trouble and assist someone in need, seeing their expressions light up in relief or joy is all the repayment he desires.

Walking from shadow to shadow between the looming structures of the Grover Twolegplace, Sheer cloaks himself in subterfuge as he patrols narrow streets and open fields alike. A good vantage point is invaluable to him—completely unafraid of perilous heights, he scales the narrowest of ledges in strong leaps and bounds as if entrusting his pawsteps entirely to fate. Danger means little to the tom, as death can claim a life at any time and there is no more worthwhile way to spend his breathing moments appreciating all which surrounds him. Both the sky and earth are full of potential—from the smallest sparrow flitting to the clouds to an aging doe taking her final breaths in the tall grass. Sheer refuses to limit himself by abiding to strict conventions, instead entrusting that when his time comes it will have been for a reason and not a moment before. No matter how long or short his journey, he can smile gently to himself knowing that he spent it with those he loves while in the pursuit of something meaningful truly beautiful.

Ever since he was young, Sheer has been fascinated with nature; how quickly life was birthed from it, and then swiftly returned to the embrace of its earthen grasp. Everything has purpose to him, and all life intrinsically has value simply through its will to exist. Sheer wouldn’t go so far as to crush an ant that happened upon his path. He would go as far as to spend hours wandering, studying both living and decaying things without a hint of revulsion.

Many a time he was told his outlook is on the macabre side. Though he wouldn’t say it aloud, Sheer always had disagreed with this assessment. He felt a profound respect for the now subdued patch of sunflowers, they who once stood proud in full bloom now wilted quietly in defeat. For the fledgling who fell out of the nest and never returned to it. For the butterfly’s wing which gleamed so brilliantly despite no longer fluttering. Sheer seeks to honor their memory, collecting the vessels of the deceased he sets about preserving them in some way. Through long bouts of trial and error he cleans each bone, dries each flower, lays herbs delicately between each space. Holding onto the skeletons, shells, and floral boughs for varying amounts of time, before eventually returning them to their resting places. A few with particularly strong sentimental value he feels honored to wear for a period however, as if allowing them to experience life for the last time through him.

Whether it be something noble such as defending a weak cat from harm, or simply gifting a flower to a someone who has had a terrible day, Sheer is vigilant in his desire to help others. He has no need for recognition however, in fact preferring to keep away from attention being focused on himself. Running errands, helping with chores, fetching an item some cat requires—all are tasks he fulfills with determination. This doesn’t just extend to family either, but any cat who has need for it. Thus, he also takes his training seriously. Spending time training to keep his skills in both combat and discipline sharp, Sheer has flourished under the mentorship of his father Cavernfall and close role model Fallowdust.

Family is something Sheer takes quite seriously, and despite his lack of words, he would go great lengths to show his genuine appreciation for any of them. His loyalty is steadfast and unswerving even through the most vicious of storms, determined to remain by their side no matter how hard things get. During times of peace, he enjoys patrolling with Cavernfall, hunting with Mushu, and exploring various hidden areas with Cliff. Being especially close with his littermate, Sheer allows her to do the speaking for him. It even goes as far as him loving to listen to her talk, finding her knowledge of twoleg devices intriguing and applying it readily to his own adventures. He always seems to have new a strange rock or glimmering quartz for their collection which he is always pleased to bestow upon her. Despite how altruistic Sheer is, he struggles to make close friends outside of his family circle. The cat doesn’t speak much, only speaking in a soft and barely audible rasp. With an incredibly low social battery, they prefer to spectate the conversations of rather than add their own input.

## Family

**Parents:**
Cavernfall (living, confirmed)
Mushu (living, confirmed)

**Sibling:**
Cliff (living, confirmed)

**Grandparent:**
Burrwalker (living, confirmed)

**Half-Aunt/Uncle:**
Honeydew (living, confirmed)

**First Cousins Once Removed:**
Eggfrost (living, confirmed)
Elmstrider (living, confirmed)