Post by Glyph on Oct 20, 2020 23:33:05 GMT
Name: Rat
Desired Name: If you can convince him: Ratbite, maybe
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: Loner
Age: 23 Moons
Birth Moon: River Moon 2019
Sex: Molly (He/Him)
Appearance: A visual.
Rat is mostly a brown tabby cat, with middling-to-short fur. His front toes are white and so are his back feet, coming up to about the heel. He has white fur in his belly and throat. He doesn't stand out much, though he's perhaps a little better looking than a cat going by "Rat" might be expected to be. He keeps himself fairly neat and clean, for a cat out in the woods.
Rat's eyes are a gold-green depending on the light. He has a pink nose (with dark edges). One of his ears is a little torn at the tip. Rat is of medium size and, being a lone cat hunting for himself, on the thin side. Just in terms of his frame, though, he's trim but pretty sturdy and hard to shove around.
Rat's right ear is the only noticeable battle scarring he's picked up so far. This is unusual for cats from the place where he grew up, and marks a careful cat who doesn't take too many stupid risks or give too much to pride.
Personality:
Rat is skeptical. He doesn't believe in StarClan, and thinks stories about the forest clans are old superstition. Entertaining superstition, sure, but that stuff wasn't real. If those cats were ever out there in the first place, they were a bunch of fools clawing each others' ears for the sake of empty tales. He knows what is real: hunger, cold, and the fear of not knowing what your life will be like next moon, much less next year.
But... well. Rat is still out in those territories looking for something anyway. He wasn't happy as a kittypet, he wasn't happy as a city stray, and he's not happy making a life for himself wandering alone out here. As bitter and cynical as Rat is about the idea of Warrior clans (ridiculous), he's even more bitter about the gnawing desire for purpose that leaves him restless and frustrated no matter where he settles.
He's not particularly aggressive or friendly, that's how you get your nose bitten, but Rat does take an interest in cats poking around places he hasn't seen them before and will talk to strangers. Trust comes very, very slowly from Rat because he's used to strays back in the Place of Tall Nests (the city), who weren't very friendly or reliable neighbors. Still, he's not usually going to perpetrate a backstab like that unless he has a lot to gain or particularly doesn't like someone. Rat's more alert for betrayal and harm than he is for opportunities to do it himself.
History:
Rat was adopted away from his birth home and had an owner, but by the time he was a year old he had slipped his collar and stopped going back. The area he grew up in was more urban and heavily populated than here. He (like the other cats that lived there) knew it as the Place of Tall Nests.
Rat isn't the name the people gave him, but it's one he earned on the streets among strays: "Rat" is not a glorious or proud name, but a rat is tough and stubborn and worth a grudging, scrappy kind of respect. Other cats called him that, and he kept it.
When Rat was 15 moons old he grew sick of the alley cat politics of the other strays, the abundance of dogs, and the random senseless chaos of living in a place shaped by the unfathomable whims of the twolegs. He started walking, and eventually found his way here.
The locals are like, way superstitious about some cats that apparently lived in the woods and fought each other, and maybe there's cat ghosts??? It's weird. For now, he's living in the forest and not really keeping to any particular place.
Rat will scoff about what the other cats say, but something about it kept him from moving on.
Family: Mother was a kittypet, Rat had two siblings he was adopted away from while young. Status of all unknown, open to someone doing something with them if they want.
Desired Name: If you can convince him: Ratbite, maybe
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: Loner
Age: 23 Moons
Birth Moon: River Moon 2019
Sex: Molly (He/Him)
Appearance: A visual.
Rat is mostly a brown tabby cat, with middling-to-short fur. His front toes are white and so are his back feet, coming up to about the heel. He has white fur in his belly and throat. He doesn't stand out much, though he's perhaps a little better looking than a cat going by "Rat" might be expected to be. He keeps himself fairly neat and clean, for a cat out in the woods.
Rat's eyes are a gold-green depending on the light. He has a pink nose (with dark edges). One of his ears is a little torn at the tip. Rat is of medium size and, being a lone cat hunting for himself, on the thin side. Just in terms of his frame, though, he's trim but pretty sturdy and hard to shove around.
Rat's right ear is the only noticeable battle scarring he's picked up so far. This is unusual for cats from the place where he grew up, and marks a careful cat who doesn't take too many stupid risks or give too much to pride.
Personality:
Rat is skeptical. He doesn't believe in StarClan, and thinks stories about the forest clans are old superstition. Entertaining superstition, sure, but that stuff wasn't real. If those cats were ever out there in the first place, they were a bunch of fools clawing each others' ears for the sake of empty tales. He knows what is real: hunger, cold, and the fear of not knowing what your life will be like next moon, much less next year.
But... well. Rat is still out in those territories looking for something anyway. He wasn't happy as a kittypet, he wasn't happy as a city stray, and he's not happy making a life for himself wandering alone out here. As bitter and cynical as Rat is about the idea of Warrior clans (ridiculous), he's even more bitter about the gnawing desire for purpose that leaves him restless and frustrated no matter where he settles.
He's not particularly aggressive or friendly, that's how you get your nose bitten, but Rat does take an interest in cats poking around places he hasn't seen them before and will talk to strangers. Trust comes very, very slowly from Rat because he's used to strays back in the Place of Tall Nests (the city), who weren't very friendly or reliable neighbors. Still, he's not usually going to perpetrate a backstab like that unless he has a lot to gain or particularly doesn't like someone. Rat's more alert for betrayal and harm than he is for opportunities to do it himself.
History:
Rat was adopted away from his birth home and had an owner, but by the time he was a year old he had slipped his collar and stopped going back. The area he grew up in was more urban and heavily populated than here. He (like the other cats that lived there) knew it as the Place of Tall Nests.
Rat isn't the name the people gave him, but it's one he earned on the streets among strays: "Rat" is not a glorious or proud name, but a rat is tough and stubborn and worth a grudging, scrappy kind of respect. Other cats called him that, and he kept it.
When Rat was 15 moons old he grew sick of the alley cat politics of the other strays, the abundance of dogs, and the random senseless chaos of living in a place shaped by the unfathomable whims of the twolegs. He started walking, and eventually found his way here.
The locals are like, way superstitious about some cats that apparently lived in the woods and fought each other, and maybe there's cat ghosts??? It's weird. For now, he's living in the forest and not really keeping to any particular place.
Rat will scoff about what the other cats say, but something about it kept him from moving on.
Family: Mother was a kittypet, Rat had two siblings he was adopted away from while young. Status of all unknown, open to someone doing something with them if they want.