Who else to start with but the cat
Who started it all, yours truly?
Storm In the Distance, the one poet
Whose flowers of truth grow strong in
Pawprints left in my very wake?
Long ago, in the Old City,
I was but a bean named Snowstorm
Lonesome and lost in spiraling
Streets, waiting for someone to come
Find me in ever-pouring rain.
My parents never found me, nor
Did anyone else in the storm.
Cursed to be forever lost
In this storm, the thunder screaming
In my small ears, deafening me,
My little body shook in fear
With every drop and sound it brought.
As I grew, I began to find
Not-cats like me, lost in the storm
That ravaged the Old City, with
Pelts of snow and nothing salvaged
From the storm's gruesome, bloody wrath.
I told these poor lost souls that there's
Another storm in the distance,
One infinitely worse than this
First storm that took everything from
Us without even a warning.
This new storm that lurks in our clouds
Will not just destroy cities, but
Worlds near and far, starting with the
One we called our beloved home.
They believed my every word, and
So I took them under my wing.
We formed our own little village
Of nomadic null cats all in
A close family of our own.
I gave them and myself new names
As we fled from the cruel storm.
And now with them by my side, I,
Storm in the Distance, will now and
Forever take the reins of time
And use them to guide us to our
New home that Nestor blessed us
With, and guide us to our shelter
From the storm that seeks destruction.
With their everlasting, pure trust
In my heart and in my poems,
I will lead them
to
safe
ha-
ven.
Storm in the Distance is certainly an... Interesting not-cat, there's no dancing around that. They're very intelligent, especially socially, and know exactly what to say to get what they want from anyone. They're also known to be incredibly talented with leadership, along with being a talented scribe and poet. However, these talents are overshadowed by their near lack of empathy and selfishness. They very clearly have a god complex, and seems to lack the ability to care for most, as long as they get what they want. They're cold to strangers, and only seem to really be warm to the cats in their group, the Reins of Time. This group believes that there is a storm coming to destroy all the worlds that are known, with their texts being Storm's poetry- and even thought nobody has any proof that this belief that Storm drills into them is true, Storm has managed to make them believe it undoubtedly.
Not much is known about Storm's past beyond what is told in Storm's poetry. Born into a city in the Old Earth as Snowstorm, they accidentally got separated from their parents one night when a severe thunderstorm hit and caused severe damage to the city. As Storm grew up and the city was never repaired, they discovered other Null not-cats who had remained after the disaster. Storm grouped them together and, using their poetry and skills in manipulation, managed to convince the not-cats that they were still in danger- and that there was another storm coming, one that could destroy worlds. This group formed a nomadic "village" of sorts, calling it the Reins of Time after a metaphor in one of Storm's poems, and moved from place to place for a while to avoid the storm. When Nestor came back to bring the not-cats to Not-Earth, Storm convinced the Reins of Time that the reason why Nestor was bringing them back now was because the storm was about to destroy the Old Earth, and they needed to leave. Now. As such, the group went through the portal, and continued to be the nomadic and paranoid group they always were, now in a new, strange world. Storm still has their paws tangled up in the story of the storm that they created, and they don't plan on untangling it... Not now, not ever. Why would they when they had everything right here, when they had this group that would follow them to the end of Not-Earth and back?
Who started it all, yours truly?
Storm In the Distance, the one poet
Whose flowers of truth grow strong in
Pawprints left in my very wake?
Long ago, in the Old City,
I was but a bean named Snowstorm
Lonesome and lost in spiraling
Streets, waiting for someone to come
Find me in ever-pouring rain.
My parents never found me, nor
Did anyone else in the storm.
Cursed to be forever lost
In this storm, the thunder screaming
In my small ears, deafening me,
My little body shook in fear
With every drop and sound it brought.
As I grew, I began to find
Not-cats like me, lost in the storm
That ravaged the Old City, with
Pelts of snow and nothing salvaged
From the storm's gruesome, bloody wrath.
I told these poor lost souls that there's
Another storm in the distance,
One infinitely worse than this
First storm that took everything from
Us without even a warning.
This new storm that lurks in our clouds
Will not just destroy cities, but
Worlds near and far, starting with the
One we called our beloved home.
They believed my every word, and
So I took them under my wing.
We formed our own little village
Of nomadic null cats all in
A close family of our own.
I gave them and myself new names
As we fled from the cruel storm.
And now with them by my side, I,
Storm in the Distance, will now and
Forever take the reins of time
And use them to guide us to our
New home that Nestor blessed us
With, and guide us to our shelter
From the storm that seeks destruction.
With their everlasting, pure trust
In my heart and in my poems,
I will lead them
to
safe
ha-
ven.
Storm in the Distance is certainly an... Interesting not-cat, there's no dancing around that. They're very intelligent, especially socially, and know exactly what to say to get what they want from anyone. They're also known to be incredibly talented with leadership, along with being a talented scribe and poet. However, these talents are overshadowed by their near lack of empathy and selfishness. They very clearly have a god complex, and seems to lack the ability to care for most, as long as they get what they want. They're cold to strangers, and only seem to really be warm to the cats in their group, the Reins of Time. This group believes that there is a storm coming to destroy all the worlds that are known, with their texts being Storm's poetry- and even thought nobody has any proof that this belief that Storm drills into them is true, Storm has managed to make them believe it undoubtedly.
Not much is known about Storm's past beyond what is told in Storm's poetry. Born into a city in the Old Earth as Snowstorm, they accidentally got separated from their parents one night when a severe thunderstorm hit and caused severe damage to the city. As Storm grew up and the city was never repaired, they discovered other Null not-cats who had remained after the disaster. Storm grouped them together and, using their poetry and skills in manipulation, managed to convince the not-cats that they were still in danger- and that there was another storm coming, one that could destroy worlds. This group formed a nomadic "village" of sorts, calling it the Reins of Time after a metaphor in one of Storm's poems, and moved from place to place for a while to avoid the storm. When Nestor came back to bring the not-cats to Not-Earth, Storm convinced the Reins of Time that the reason why Nestor was bringing them back now was because the storm was about to destroy the Old Earth, and they needed to leave. Now. As such, the group went through the portal, and continued to be the nomadic and paranoid group they always were, now in a new, strange world. Storm still has their paws tangled up in the story of the storm that they created, and they don't plan on untangling it... Not now, not ever. Why would they when they had everything right here, when they had this group that would follow them to the end of Not-Earth and back?
