Name: Mowzer, formerly Heimdall, formerly Larry, formerly Spots, formerly Aurthur, true name unknown.
Gender: Male. Despite what some people have thought, very much Male.
Age: 12
Occupation/Position: Personal animal companion of Antoine Eadore
Background: No runt of the litter was Mowzer, no mewling kittenling struggling to suckle his mother's teat. From birth, he was Alpha, the one who held the coveted napping spot against mother's chin, the one who drank first at every meal, and suffered no trespass upon his position. Born on a farm in rural Wyoming, Mowzer and his littermates lived the vibrant, best-of-both-worlds life that belonged to the farmcat. Owning dutiful, loving humans who cared for him as a child, yet having uncounted acres of varied lands to explore at his leisure.
And explore he did, striking out on his own with barely two years under his collar. The wilds met him in their usual, unforgiving way, and Mowzer stepped up to the challenge. He hunted, he ate, he fought, he ran, he made his living for over a year, wandering wherever he fancied to go, until boredom caused him to walk over to a promising-looking family in some small town he never bothered to learn the name of.
And that was the story of the next seven years of his life. He'd live with a family for a while, then leave, wandering through the wilds until fancy caused him to adopt a new human or three. He lived with the retired and the fresh-from-college, with established families and some unkept man on the street. Each gave him a new name, each offered him food and scritched him behind the ears, and each eventually faded away as he set off once more.
Things changed once the Bad came in, though. The strange plants and animals that weren't part of the wilds Mowzer had come to know. They grew in odd ways, smelled of dangerous scents and moved like no creature -even a cat- had the right to do. He understood the danger posed by the Bad, and as it grew more and more, he retreated further and further.
Finally, however, he reached an area the Bad couldn't seem to penetrate. A giant rock within which teemed uncountable numbers of humans. They took Mowzer in, as humans always had, and he promptly made the entire inside of the rock his home. Wandering all about took up much of his now copious free time, food always seeming in abundance and scritches able to be acquired whenever he felt the desire to ask. It was a good time, much better than when he had to run from the Bad, and it was there that he found the one who named him 'Mowzer'.
Other humans called him 'An-twine', but to Mowzer he was simply his newest Human. They walked together within the giant rock, shared meals and traded rubs for scritches whenever the need arose. The human was a good human, and Mowzer decided to stay, eventually following him aboard the giant metal house with everyone else.
There were other animals there -who Mowzer promptly put in their places- but eventually his Human stepped into a strange thing and stopped moving for a long time. Humans did that, sure, but not in things like that, and Mowzer didn't know what to think of it. He yelled at his human to wake up, scratched the clear surface of the thing and generally made a racket until other humans put him in something similar. He thought of clawing at them, of tearing from their arms and bolting through the house, but in the end allowed the humans to do what they wanted.
If the thing his Human was in was the same, then perhaps it would let them be together. The thought was a good one, and so Mowzer curled up inside the thing as the lid closed, and dreamed of hunting mice and fighting foxes for what seemed like lifetimes.
