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Name: Rascal
Gender: Male
Age: 6 and a half moons
Rank Wanted: Newly accepted apprentice (eventually), but currently a loner.
Rank Received: Loner
AppearanceDescription: Rascal is a brownish grey and black tabby with a wide face and blue eyes. His paws are a light shade of brown, and his tail has black rings and ends on a blackened tip.
Pelt Colour: Brownish grey with black stripes
Body Type: older kitten, wide paws, compact, but with room to build muscle.
Eye Colour: yellowish green
PersonalityDescription: Ever since he was left behind by his owners, Rascal has always felt the need to prove himself as more than just a worthless kit. He's willing to try and do anything to prove that he's the greatest, even if he can't quite do everything he says. It doesn't matter much, though. Some cats will believe him if he tells them something, right?
Nobody needs to know if he can't do something, right? A few lies never hurt anyone...
Right?
Likes: Being the best at everything, acting like those strange forest cats, and eating kittypet bones (or so he'd want you to think).
Dislikes: He hates the usual cat things: dogs, foxes, badgers, and that one Siamese cat in twolegplace that calls him a liar. Also fish. They creep him out. Who ever heard of an animal that spent all of their time underwater? Fish are weird.
Wants: To be a Forest cat who hunted for their food and fought badgers! (He's even willing to eat a bone!)
Fears: Being worthless and unwanted
Strengths: Driven spirit, determined to succeed. Stubborn, in the sense that he's never willing to give up
Weaknesses: Naive and quick to anger. Also a liar.
HistoryDescription: Rascal doesn't remember if he ever had a mother, or much of what happened when he was born. He remembers a hard silvery place with hard floors that were cold and strange boxes with bars that hurt his mouth when he tried to chew on them. That place was where he met the twoleg kit. He remembers going home with him and playing with him all time. It was fun being fed, and he even enjoyed being pet sometimes.
Then one day, they left the twoleg den. He thought they would be back. They always come back. He didn't know why they were putting everything in boxes, or that their new house didn't allow pets. The older twolegs never told him that they thought he could survive on his own. He just knows that they never came back, no matter how loud he meowed for food.
These days, he doesn't meow for food, he finds it in those shiny metal cans behind twoleg dens. He doesn't need a house either, he sleep in the open, like those forest cats he keeps hearing about. He's strong, fearless, and can take care of himself, just like a forest cat. In fact, he might go an join them, just to prove that he can!
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: unknown mother
Other: Twoleg owners (moved to new home)
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