Post by Silverfire on Nov 25, 2020 19:05:33 GMT -6
Mizar
Rogue
A massive jet black she cat with piercing amber eyes and abnormally long claws
Rogue
She Cat
26 moons
Appearance
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Mizar is, in a word, massive. She stands taller than pretty much every single cat you’ll meet. In fact, she’s only a bit shorter than a fox- standing at 14”.
Her shoulders are extremely broad, giving each swipe of her massive paws more power. Not like she needed more power in her swipes. Her paws are huge and hide unusually long, sharp, and hooked claws. A single swipe from the massive she cat’s paws could sent someone flying.
It’s not just her paws you need to watch out for though. Her muzzle is large, broad, and full of large, sharp fangs. Her bite force is immense, to the point where she can easily shatter the bones of most prey. Given enough time and effort, she could bite through another cat’s tail.
Despite her size, it can be hard to spot the she cat, especially at night. Her fur is as black as they come, allowing her to blend into the shadows near seamlessly. Long, thick, and glossy, her coat itself is absolutely beautiful. Chances are you won’t be able to get close enough to actually admire it though.
With a feathery tail and tufts on her paws and ears, it’s easy to mistake her for a kittypet. She certainly looks the part after all. With muscles rippling below her pelt and an almost miraculously unscarred body, the she cat could be a show cat if she were a kittypet.
If she’s following you in the dark, chances are, the last thing you’ll ever see are her piercing amber eyes. Cold and empty, the only time they really seem to happy, is when she has her claws or her teeth sunken into another cat’s flesh.
Mizar is, in a word, massive. She stands taller than pretty much every single cat you’ll meet. In fact, she’s only a bit shorter than a fox- standing at 14”.
Her shoulders are extremely broad, giving each swipe of her massive paws more power. Not like she needed more power in her swipes. Her paws are huge and hide unusually long, sharp, and hooked claws. A single swipe from the massive she cat’s paws could sent someone flying.
It’s not just her paws you need to watch out for though. Her muzzle is large, broad, and full of large, sharp fangs. Her bite force is immense, to the point where she can easily shatter the bones of most prey. Given enough time and effort, she could bite through another cat’s tail.
Despite her size, it can be hard to spot the she cat, especially at night. Her fur is as black as they come, allowing her to blend into the shadows near seamlessly. Long, thick, and glossy, her coat itself is absolutely beautiful. Chances are you won’t be able to get close enough to actually admire it though.
With a feathery tail and tufts on her paws and ears, it’s easy to mistake her for a kittypet. She certainly looks the part after all. With muscles rippling below her pelt and an almost miraculously unscarred body, the she cat could be a show cat if she were a kittypet.
If she’s following you in the dark, chances are, the last thing you’ll ever see are her piercing amber eyes. Cold and empty, the only time they really seem to happy, is when she has her claws or her teeth sunken into another cat’s flesh.
Personality
+ Strategist- Mizar is the type of cat who never even makes a paw step without her next five moves being planned out. Some say it stems from paranoia, and others say it stems from her wanting control. In reality, it’s mix of both. She knows how important it is to leave no trace behind at a murder scene, but she also knows how you can never be too sure about another cat’s motives. After all, she is a perfect example of that.
+ Observant- Mizar is always on the look out. From the second you meet her, she’s scoping the area, making a plan as to how to escape if need be and looking you over to try to find a weak spot. She can find the smallest flaw in your gait and can pinpoint it to one specific side. Squinting slightly at something? She can pick up on that. Using her dark fur to blend into the shadows, the she cat will watch you. And she’ll figure out everything she possibly can.
+ Polite- While a bit contradictory to her murderous nature, Mizar is extremely polite. She always treats other cats with respect. Of course, whether any of that politeness is real is up for debate. If you’ve earned her respect, she will be polite, no questions asked. If not? Well. If she’s extremely polite, it may be best to watch your back. After all, what easier way to get someone to drop their guard than to act like you respect them?
+ Elegant- Mizar has this elegance to her that one wouldn’t expect from a serial killer. She will act like someone who is high on the totem pole and will act like someone who has been raised as a leader. She never acts snobby, instead just pretending to be someone who is polite and kind. Every word she speaks sounds important. Her mannerisms are extremely graceful as well.
- Two-faced- For as polite and elegant as Mizar acts, she is absolutely nothing like that in reality. In fact, she’s the opposite. And yet, she can act like the kindest cat one second, and show how evil she is in the next second. A liar through and through, this she cat has absolutely no qualms doing whatever it takes to get someone under her paw. She speaks in lies more than she tells the truth.
- Sadistic- Mizar is a serial killer. It’s that simple. She enjoys watching others suffer under her claws. She gets a thrill out of seeing cats cry. The scent of blood is her favorite scent. The taste of cat blood is ambrosia to her. She can get drunk off the feeling of her claws in someone’s throat. Someone once said that the only time Mizar is happy is when she sees someone in pain. That statement is incredibly accurate.
- Silver-tongued- Mizar could convince someone that eating a rock was the best way to get to StarClan if she wanted. Gifted with outstanding charisma, the she cat is keenly aware of the way she is able to wrap cats around her paws with just words. No matter the deal, the she cat is able to always make it sound like the other cat has the better part of the bargin, even if they clearly don’t.
History
Mizar should never have turned out the way she did. Nothing about her kithood was bad. Born to two loving parents alongside two siblings, the jet black she cat was loved from the first breath she took.
Her parents were both descendants from kittypets, and while they both preferred not to fight, they weren’t timid. In fact, they were fairly brave. One of Mizar’s earliest memories is actually of her parents fending off a fox who had tried to snatch her sister. She can vividly remember them working together to pin the fox down before clawing it up and letting it run off into the forest, trailing blood the whole way. It was... odd. Something about the attack had been... thrilling. In fact, she can remember asking them why they didn’t kill and eat the fox like prey. Her parents, believing she was just a regular three moon old kit laughed. They explained to her that cats shouldn’t have to kill to win battles and that, while they couldn’t let the fox take her sister, the fox only wanted food.
It was that last statement that caused her mind to start stirring.
A moon later, the she cat started displaying... odd behaviors. She grew this fascination with catching butterflies and moths. Using her sharp claws, the she cat would hook their wings and pull them to the earth. Then, as if in a trance, she would just stare at them. Mizar was absolutely fascinated with the way the insects would frantically flap their wings in an attempt to escape. The attempt was futile, but they still did it. They were completely helpless, but they’d try to run anyways.
She’d keep them there until they eventually gave up flapping. Despite being dumb insects, they would, without fail, eventually give up and accept their death. She’d kill them after that of course, and would bring it to her parents. Her parents, while weirded out, just thought that Mizar had a fascination with bugs.
When she turned six moons, her and her siblings were brought out into the forest with their parents. Her parents had decided that it was time for all of them to learn to hunt. That question in her mind that had been lurking in the shadows since the fox attack suddenly came back.
What made prey, well, prey?
Her parents refused to answer her question, instead deciding to just teach the group how to hunt birds, mice, squirrels, and rabbits. Deciding that it wasn’t worth pursuing that question again, Mizar decided to focus on hunting. She quickly learned that, while she wasn’t the greatest hunter on earth, she had the most success at night, which lead her to spending her entire night finding food for both the family and herself.
Her family was always top priority, meaning she’d hunt for them first. But whenever she had the chance, she would catch small prey and pin them down. Just like she did with the moths and butterflies, she’d watch them struggle. However, this time, the struggle left her claws sticky with blood and she heard the shrill shrieks of pain that the prey let out. The rush of power she felt when she heard the prey scream was practically intoxicating.
Once she and her siblings had a decent grasp on how to hunt, Mizar’s parents began battle training. They were extremely hesitant at first, always glancing at Mizar worriedly. It was around this time that Mizar realized her fascination with watching creatures in pain wasn’t exactly acceptable to others, and that the more open she was about it, the closer she’d be watched.
At about eight moons old, Mizar started hiding everything. She’d no longer ask questions about things like why certain animals were classified as prey and others weren’t, and she no longer mutilated prey around her family. This pleased her parents, and she would stop getting weird looks. In fact, she quickly discovered that pretending to be someone she wasn’t was much easier than not.
If she acted like her brother, who was kind and polite, she could get her parents to teach her more moves than if she didn’t. If she could just convince her sister to trade her rabbit for Mizar’s squirrel, Mizar could get exactly what she wanted. All she had to do was learn to be convincing.
And boy did she learn how to be convincing.
By the time she was ten moons, the she cat had figured out exactly how to get cats wrapped around her paw. A flutter of eyelashes here, a head tilt there, a sad look over there... she could get cats to bend to her will. And she loved it. In fact, it started to be the only thing that made her happy. As she grew, her fascination with watching creatures try to escape her claws began to dwindle. It didn’t bring her fascination or any type of rush. It was just... there. She wanted to feel that rush again, but had no idea where to find it.
Of course, that changed when she was twelve moons old.
She had been stalking a rabbit when it happened. It was a very normal hunt, and she had planned to go back when she caught the rabbit. As she leapt at the rabbit however, a second cat did the same thing. Barely avoiding colliding with the other cat, Mizar landed on the rabbit and killed it. Turning around, she looked to see if the other cat was someone from her family.
The cat was clearly not, as they began hissing and spitting at Mizar immediately, accusing her of stealing the rabbit. Turning on the charm, Mizar tried to de-escalate the situation, only for the tom to suddenly leap at her.
Being as big as she is, it only took a few seconds for Mizar to overpower him and pin him to the ground, one paw on his neck, just like her father had taught her. Only this time, her claws were unsheathed. The tom stopped struggling almost immediately, opting instead to look up at the now emotionless looking she cat in fear.
“I-I’m sorry! It’s your rabbit!” He cried.
Something in Mizar’s mind finally clicked.
This was it! This was the rush she had been looking for! The tom’s fear scent caused her to shudder as her body suddenly felt like it had been electrified. The biggest smile she had ever had tugged at her lips as she stared down at the cat. This was the difference between prey and non prey. Prey was already expected to be weak. Cats weren’t.
Heart racing, the she cat looked the tom over. He was terrified, and had started to try to struggle. Just like everything else. But this time, she could understand the pleas. She could feel his pulse under her massive paw. She could see the terror in his eyes.
It was intoxicating.
Without any warning, the young she cat dug her claws deep into the tom’s neck. The feeling of blood gushing around her claws caused her to shudder in pleasure. The tom’s body jerked once, and then lay still. The pulse stopped. His eyes glazed over.
He was dead.
Lifting her paw up, the she cat stared at it. The way the blood matted her fur felt amazing. She knew that her family would be terrified however if they saw her, so she cleaned herself up. In doing so, she realized that cat blood had this tang to it that no prey blood had. She couldn’t sit and savor it though. She needed to go back to her family. She couldn’t let any of them know what she had done.
Life was fairly quiet for a while. Her first kill had satisfied a craving that she didn’t know she had, and with that craving satisfied, life became just a bit brighter. After all, she didn’t feel listless and bored any more. She would joke with her siblings and parents, play fight with them, and just spend time with them. It didn’t give her quite the same happy feeling she got when she had killed the tom, but it was close.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end.
She was fourteen moons when she was awoken by screams. Poking her head out of the den she and her siblings shared, Mizar was absolutely horrified to see not one, but two foxes in their little camp of sorts. Her mother was already dead on the ground, throat torn open by one of the foxes as her father tried to fight them off in vain. He wasn’t as young as he had been when he and his mate drove the fox off all those moons ago.
Mizar felt rooted to the ground. She had always had a morbid interest in dead bodies, be it of prey, insects, or cats. Her first kill proved that last one. But now that it was her mother? All she thought was rage. Turning around, Mizar unsheathed her claws and leapt.
She barreled into the fox that had the most blood around its muzzle as her siblings ran to help their father. Tears stinging her eyes, she ripped into the fox, claws tearing its flesh to ribbon as she dodged and weaved around it, somehow missing each snap of its mighty jaws. At some point, she managed to cause the fox to start to retreat, but Mizar wasn’t having it. Using the fact that she was fairly close to the size of the fox to her advantage, she leapt onto its back and caused it to collapse.
She wasted absolutely no time jumping on its back and, without saying a word, she reached down, turned her head, and bit down on its throat. Immediately she learned why her father had told her that foxes were never for eating. Its blood was absolutely foul tasting. She didn’t have much time to worry about that though. Turning, she went back to where the rest of her family was. She froze when she reached the clearing.
The other fox was gone, the combined power of three massive cats was too much for it, but her brother was severely injured and her father was dying. Running over to her father, she found him taking his final breath, eyes closed as blood seeped from his neck. On the other side of the clearing, her brother suddenly coughed up blood.
Almost instinctively, she knew that, if he was coughing up blood, he wasn’t going to make it. Her sister was crying over their father, sobs filling the air as she buried her face in his fur. Mizar didn’t know what to do. On the one paw, she didn’t want her brother to suffer what would most likely be a long, drawn out death. On the other, she couldn’t just kill him.
Looking between her parents, her sister, and her brother, she grit her teeth. She couldn’t let him suffer without at least giving him the option to pass. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t killed before.
Walking over to her brother, she was about to explain to him what she believed was going to happen when a she cat suddenly leapt out of the bushes onto her brother’s back. She had her fangs sunk into Mizar’s brother’s neck before Mizar could even blink.
Mizar’s sister had heard the commotion and had looked up, letting out a scream of horror as she saw the she cat release their brother’s neck. The she cat looked up and met Mizar’s eyes.
“Now, we’re even.”
It turned out that the she cat had been the mate of the tom she had killed, and in killing him, she had forced her to leave her kits to hunt, only for them to be taken by a badger while she was away one day. She had found Mizar’s scent on his body and had come for her.
Mizar’s sister was horrified. She couldn’t believe that this she cat was coming in and accusing her sister of murder. At least, not until she saw Mizar unsheathe her claws.
“He had his claws raised first. I acted in self defense,” Mizar had lied. The mate scoffed. She pointed out that he had no fur between his claws. His death hadn’t been the result of a fight. That was the last straw.
Mizar leapt at the she cat with a yowl, pinning her down without issue. Before anyone had time to react, she bit down and ripped the she cat’s throat out. Her sister was absolutely horrified.
She screamed at Mizar, calling her a monster before ordering her to get out. Now on a murder high, Mizar just shrugged. Leaving now meant that she could kill more without needing to be worried about her being found out. So, without so much as a goodbye, the murderous she cat left.
From that day onwards, she started stalking the forest. As she started to age, her body count reached a total of three, after an unlucky she cat crossed her path when the urge to kill had just gotten stronger. Learning from last time, Mizar took the she cat’s body away and stashed it under a strong smelling bush. She buried it under the bush and then went and rolled in a patch of mint to disguise her scent before she left.
Currently, she stalks the forest like a shadow, always watching for her potential next victim. Recently she’s decided that a clan cat may be an interesting target. After all, it’s much harder to hide someone who has an entire clan looking for them.
Her parents were both descendants from kittypets, and while they both preferred not to fight, they weren’t timid. In fact, they were fairly brave. One of Mizar’s earliest memories is actually of her parents fending off a fox who had tried to snatch her sister. She can vividly remember them working together to pin the fox down before clawing it up and letting it run off into the forest, trailing blood the whole way. It was... odd. Something about the attack had been... thrilling. In fact, she can remember asking them why they didn’t kill and eat the fox like prey. Her parents, believing she was just a regular three moon old kit laughed. They explained to her that cats shouldn’t have to kill to win battles and that, while they couldn’t let the fox take her sister, the fox only wanted food.
It was that last statement that caused her mind to start stirring.
A moon later, the she cat started displaying... odd behaviors. She grew this fascination with catching butterflies and moths. Using her sharp claws, the she cat would hook their wings and pull them to the earth. Then, as if in a trance, she would just stare at them. Mizar was absolutely fascinated with the way the insects would frantically flap their wings in an attempt to escape. The attempt was futile, but they still did it. They were completely helpless, but they’d try to run anyways.
She’d keep them there until they eventually gave up flapping. Despite being dumb insects, they would, without fail, eventually give up and accept their death. She’d kill them after that of course, and would bring it to her parents. Her parents, while weirded out, just thought that Mizar had a fascination with bugs.
When she turned six moons, her and her siblings were brought out into the forest with their parents. Her parents had decided that it was time for all of them to learn to hunt. That question in her mind that had been lurking in the shadows since the fox attack suddenly came back.
What made prey, well, prey?
Her parents refused to answer her question, instead deciding to just teach the group how to hunt birds, mice, squirrels, and rabbits. Deciding that it wasn’t worth pursuing that question again, Mizar decided to focus on hunting. She quickly learned that, while she wasn’t the greatest hunter on earth, she had the most success at night, which lead her to spending her entire night finding food for both the family and herself.
Her family was always top priority, meaning she’d hunt for them first. But whenever she had the chance, she would catch small prey and pin them down. Just like she did with the moths and butterflies, she’d watch them struggle. However, this time, the struggle left her claws sticky with blood and she heard the shrill shrieks of pain that the prey let out. The rush of power she felt when she heard the prey scream was practically intoxicating.
Once she and her siblings had a decent grasp on how to hunt, Mizar’s parents began battle training. They were extremely hesitant at first, always glancing at Mizar worriedly. It was around this time that Mizar realized her fascination with watching creatures in pain wasn’t exactly acceptable to others, and that the more open she was about it, the closer she’d be watched.
At about eight moons old, Mizar started hiding everything. She’d no longer ask questions about things like why certain animals were classified as prey and others weren’t, and she no longer mutilated prey around her family. This pleased her parents, and she would stop getting weird looks. In fact, she quickly discovered that pretending to be someone she wasn’t was much easier than not.
If she acted like her brother, who was kind and polite, she could get her parents to teach her more moves than if she didn’t. If she could just convince her sister to trade her rabbit for Mizar’s squirrel, Mizar could get exactly what she wanted. All she had to do was learn to be convincing.
And boy did she learn how to be convincing.
By the time she was ten moons, the she cat had figured out exactly how to get cats wrapped around her paw. A flutter of eyelashes here, a head tilt there, a sad look over there... she could get cats to bend to her will. And she loved it. In fact, it started to be the only thing that made her happy. As she grew, her fascination with watching creatures try to escape her claws began to dwindle. It didn’t bring her fascination or any type of rush. It was just... there. She wanted to feel that rush again, but had no idea where to find it.
Of course, that changed when she was twelve moons old.
She had been stalking a rabbit when it happened. It was a very normal hunt, and she had planned to go back when she caught the rabbit. As she leapt at the rabbit however, a second cat did the same thing. Barely avoiding colliding with the other cat, Mizar landed on the rabbit and killed it. Turning around, she looked to see if the other cat was someone from her family.
The cat was clearly not, as they began hissing and spitting at Mizar immediately, accusing her of stealing the rabbit. Turning on the charm, Mizar tried to de-escalate the situation, only for the tom to suddenly leap at her.
Being as big as she is, it only took a few seconds for Mizar to overpower him and pin him to the ground, one paw on his neck, just like her father had taught her. Only this time, her claws were unsheathed. The tom stopped struggling almost immediately, opting instead to look up at the now emotionless looking she cat in fear.
“I-I’m sorry! It’s your rabbit!” He cried.
Something in Mizar’s mind finally clicked.
This was it! This was the rush she had been looking for! The tom’s fear scent caused her to shudder as her body suddenly felt like it had been electrified. The biggest smile she had ever had tugged at her lips as she stared down at the cat. This was the difference between prey and non prey. Prey was already expected to be weak. Cats weren’t.
Heart racing, the she cat looked the tom over. He was terrified, and had started to try to struggle. Just like everything else. But this time, she could understand the pleas. She could feel his pulse under her massive paw. She could see the terror in his eyes.
It was intoxicating.
Without any warning, the young she cat dug her claws deep into the tom’s neck. The feeling of blood gushing around her claws caused her to shudder in pleasure. The tom’s body jerked once, and then lay still. The pulse stopped. His eyes glazed over.
He was dead.
Lifting her paw up, the she cat stared at it. The way the blood matted her fur felt amazing. She knew that her family would be terrified however if they saw her, so she cleaned herself up. In doing so, she realized that cat blood had this tang to it that no prey blood had. She couldn’t sit and savor it though. She needed to go back to her family. She couldn’t let any of them know what she had done.
Life was fairly quiet for a while. Her first kill had satisfied a craving that she didn’t know she had, and with that craving satisfied, life became just a bit brighter. After all, she didn’t feel listless and bored any more. She would joke with her siblings and parents, play fight with them, and just spend time with them. It didn’t give her quite the same happy feeling she got when she had killed the tom, but it was close.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end.
She was fourteen moons when she was awoken by screams. Poking her head out of the den she and her siblings shared, Mizar was absolutely horrified to see not one, but two foxes in their little camp of sorts. Her mother was already dead on the ground, throat torn open by one of the foxes as her father tried to fight them off in vain. He wasn’t as young as he had been when he and his mate drove the fox off all those moons ago.
Mizar felt rooted to the ground. She had always had a morbid interest in dead bodies, be it of prey, insects, or cats. Her first kill proved that last one. But now that it was her mother? All she thought was rage. Turning around, Mizar unsheathed her claws and leapt.
She barreled into the fox that had the most blood around its muzzle as her siblings ran to help their father. Tears stinging her eyes, she ripped into the fox, claws tearing its flesh to ribbon as she dodged and weaved around it, somehow missing each snap of its mighty jaws. At some point, she managed to cause the fox to start to retreat, but Mizar wasn’t having it. Using the fact that she was fairly close to the size of the fox to her advantage, she leapt onto its back and caused it to collapse.
She wasted absolutely no time jumping on its back and, without saying a word, she reached down, turned her head, and bit down on its throat. Immediately she learned why her father had told her that foxes were never for eating. Its blood was absolutely foul tasting. She didn’t have much time to worry about that though. Turning, she went back to where the rest of her family was. She froze when she reached the clearing.
The other fox was gone, the combined power of three massive cats was too much for it, but her brother was severely injured and her father was dying. Running over to her father, she found him taking his final breath, eyes closed as blood seeped from his neck. On the other side of the clearing, her brother suddenly coughed up blood.
Almost instinctively, she knew that, if he was coughing up blood, he wasn’t going to make it. Her sister was crying over their father, sobs filling the air as she buried her face in his fur. Mizar didn’t know what to do. On the one paw, she didn’t want her brother to suffer what would most likely be a long, drawn out death. On the other, she couldn’t just kill him.
Looking between her parents, her sister, and her brother, she grit her teeth. She couldn’t let him suffer without at least giving him the option to pass. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t killed before.
Walking over to her brother, she was about to explain to him what she believed was going to happen when a she cat suddenly leapt out of the bushes onto her brother’s back. She had her fangs sunk into Mizar’s brother’s neck before Mizar could even blink.
Mizar’s sister had heard the commotion and had looked up, letting out a scream of horror as she saw the she cat release their brother’s neck. The she cat looked up and met Mizar’s eyes.
“Now, we’re even.”
It turned out that the she cat had been the mate of the tom she had killed, and in killing him, she had forced her to leave her kits to hunt, only for them to be taken by a badger while she was away one day. She had found Mizar’s scent on his body and had come for her.
Mizar’s sister was horrified. She couldn’t believe that this she cat was coming in and accusing her sister of murder. At least, not until she saw Mizar unsheathe her claws.
“He had his claws raised first. I acted in self defense,” Mizar had lied. The mate scoffed. She pointed out that he had no fur between his claws. His death hadn’t been the result of a fight. That was the last straw.
Mizar leapt at the she cat with a yowl, pinning her down without issue. Before anyone had time to react, she bit down and ripped the she cat’s throat out. Her sister was absolutely horrified.
She screamed at Mizar, calling her a monster before ordering her to get out. Now on a murder high, Mizar just shrugged. Leaving now meant that she could kill more without needing to be worried about her being found out. So, without so much as a goodbye, the murderous she cat left.
From that day onwards, she started stalking the forest. As she started to age, her body count reached a total of three, after an unlucky she cat crossed her path when the urge to kill had just gotten stronger. Learning from last time, Mizar took the she cat’s body away and stashed it under a strong smelling bush. She buried it under the bush and then went and rolled in a patch of mint to disguise her scent before she left.
Currently, she stalks the forest like a shadow, always watching for her potential next victim. Recently she’s decided that a clan cat may be an interesting target. After all, it’s much harder to hide someone who has an entire clan looking for them.
