Post by airjordanz on Dec 26, 2020 3:40:50 GMT
Name: Patch
Desired Name: Blackthroat
Allegiance: Solitary / Small group
Rank: Rogue/loner
Age: 55 Moons
Birth Moon: Shadow Moon 2016
Sex: Male (Tom)
Appearance:
a thin and tall piebald tom.
Personality:
POSITIVE βΈ charismatic, confident, protective
NEGATIVE βΈ conniving, insecure, violent
Patch is a piece of work. On one paw, he is a confident and persuasive being who could con a cat out of their prey, giving nothing in return. Not to say that he doesn't care about other cats. On the contrary, he's incredibly protective of his own, yet he hardly trusts them further than he can swim.
Yes, he's a paranoid cat who conspires against those who follow him, often pitting cats against each other to ensure he stays on top. Unless he has to get involved himself, he won't. However, if it comes down to it, he isn't afraid of raking one's throat open to make a point to everyone watching. Not to mention his aggressive pushes for more territory within the Twolegplace.
History:
Patch was born a nameless kit to a nameless, insignificant litter that was made by parents he would never know. His father only brushed fur with his mother to sire kits. His mother abandoned either abandoned her litter or simply died. The little piebald kit would never know what happened, but he didn't care. He was barely weaned when he was on his own. Hungry and cold, he, too, abandoned his littermates to search for food.
On one of his first few hunts and nearly starving, the nameless kit met some thugs belonging to one of the big names of the Twolegplace. Once they weren't looking, he attempted to steal their prey. His attempt failed, of course, but the duo took pity on him. He was thin, raggedy, but brave. Besides, their leader was always looking for more paws to serve, they told him.
That was when he came into contact with Stone. A massive grey tom with rippling muscles, clearly well-fed, stared down upon him. Patch was trembling, but that trepidation would soon go away. Proving to be rather intelligent, the kit was taken under the wing of the monolithic tom. Whenever food came in, he got plenty, as did other young cats. When there was time off, he was trained to fight dirty. Most of all, he made connections.
Over time, the kit became known as Patch. As seasons passed, he grew into quite a healthy adult tom despite his pitiful beginnings. And as his physical prowess expanded, so did his horizons of opportunity. He forged alliances within the group, arranged hunts and battles for turf, and generally became Stone's right-paw cat. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.
Deliberately, he worked to undermine Stone, whom was beginning to show his age. He worked his ties stronger and arranged loyalists, spies, and moles. Leading him into a trap, Stone regrettably got out of an ambush alive, but the tom was wounded. With no herbalists among their number, he became sick and weak. Patch then challenged him in front of the whole colony, slaughtering Stone on the spot.
From then on, he was the undisputed leader of his colony. Yet other competition was beginning to roll onto the scene of the Twolegplace. Almost overnight, he was dethroned and chased out of the Twolegplace. Fleeing for his life, the scrupulous tom made his way to the forest reputed to be haunted by the souls of cats long past. No one would ever dare follow him, apart from those absolutely loyal to him.
Now he spends his days actually hunting to survive, as well as plotting his return to the lap of luxury. But other things have gotten in the way of that, like raising his daughter born during exile...
Mother: Unknown (deceased)
Father: Unknown (deceased)
Full Siblings: Unknown (possibly alive), Unknown (possibly alive)
Maternal Siblings: (See full siblings)
Paternal Siblings: Unknown
Offspring: Death (daughter, only kit)
Desired Name: Blackthroat
Allegiance: Solitary / Small group
Rank: Rogue/loner
Age: 55 Moons
Birth Moon: Shadow Moon 2016
Sex: Male (Tom)
Appearance:
a thin and tall piebald tom.
Personality:
POSITIVE βΈ charismatic, confident, protective
NEGATIVE βΈ conniving, insecure, violent
Patch is a piece of work. On one paw, he is a confident and persuasive being who could con a cat out of their prey, giving nothing in return. Not to say that he doesn't care about other cats. On the contrary, he's incredibly protective of his own, yet he hardly trusts them further than he can swim.
Yes, he's a paranoid cat who conspires against those who follow him, often pitting cats against each other to ensure he stays on top. Unless he has to get involved himself, he won't. However, if it comes down to it, he isn't afraid of raking one's throat open to make a point to everyone watching. Not to mention his aggressive pushes for more territory within the Twolegplace.
History:
Patch was born a nameless kit to a nameless, insignificant litter that was made by parents he would never know. His father only brushed fur with his mother to sire kits. His mother abandoned either abandoned her litter or simply died. The little piebald kit would never know what happened, but he didn't care. He was barely weaned when he was on his own. Hungry and cold, he, too, abandoned his littermates to search for food.
On one of his first few hunts and nearly starving, the nameless kit met some thugs belonging to one of the big names of the Twolegplace. Once they weren't looking, he attempted to steal their prey. His attempt failed, of course, but the duo took pity on him. He was thin, raggedy, but brave. Besides, their leader was always looking for more paws to serve, they told him.
That was when he came into contact with Stone. A massive grey tom with rippling muscles, clearly well-fed, stared down upon him. Patch was trembling, but that trepidation would soon go away. Proving to be rather intelligent, the kit was taken under the wing of the monolithic tom. Whenever food came in, he got plenty, as did other young cats. When there was time off, he was trained to fight dirty. Most of all, he made connections.
Over time, the kit became known as Patch. As seasons passed, he grew into quite a healthy adult tom despite his pitiful beginnings. And as his physical prowess expanded, so did his horizons of opportunity. He forged alliances within the group, arranged hunts and battles for turf, and generally became Stone's right-paw cat. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.
Deliberately, he worked to undermine Stone, whom was beginning to show his age. He worked his ties stronger and arranged loyalists, spies, and moles. Leading him into a trap, Stone regrettably got out of an ambush alive, but the tom was wounded. With no herbalists among their number, he became sick and weak. Patch then challenged him in front of the whole colony, slaughtering Stone on the spot.
From then on, he was the undisputed leader of his colony. Yet other competition was beginning to roll onto the scene of the Twolegplace. Almost overnight, he was dethroned and chased out of the Twolegplace. Fleeing for his life, the scrupulous tom made his way to the forest reputed to be haunted by the souls of cats long past. No one would ever dare follow him, apart from those absolutely loyal to him.
Now he spends his days actually hunting to survive, as well as plotting his return to the lap of luxury. But other things have gotten in the way of that, like raising his daughter born during exile...
Mother: Unknown (deceased)
Father: Unknown (deceased)
Full Siblings: Unknown (possibly alive), Unknown (possibly alive)
Maternal Siblings: (See full siblings)
Paternal Siblings: Unknown
Offspring: Death (daughter, only kit)