Post by spotty on Sept 4, 2022 20:07:49 GMT -6
Socorro
Rogue
Small tortoiseshell she-cat with light green eyes
rogue
she-cat
33 moons
Appearance
Born small, Socorro stayed fairly small even into adulthood. Her small lithe body, shorter stature, and small ears make her the perfect stealth machine. Perfect for sulking around trees and through the forest, to crawling under low bushes and into deep tunnels. Her muscle lined legs are deceptively powerful, great for launching herself into the tall redwood trees and the boulders litters the island. Small paws keep her silent as death stalking her kills throughout the woods and moorlands and the stoney shores. Finally she has a shorter tail that keeps from alerting those she stalks.
Dark and mottled, Socorro has a mostly black coat sprinkled with ginger tabby patches, particularly over her chest and back. Smooth, silky and short her pelt is clean kept and beautiful to look at. She has a cute round face with shorter ears. To top off the innocent look, she has gorgeous pale green eyes. Her appearance gives off a sweet angelic nature. When it benefits her, she can certainly use her looks to her advantage... other times she can blend right into the background. However don't be fooled by the innocent look and sweet light voice because she is anything but.
Dark and mottled, Socorro has a mostly black coat sprinkled with ginger tabby patches, particularly over her chest and back. Smooth, silky and short her pelt is clean kept and beautiful to look at. She has a cute round face with shorter ears. To top off the innocent look, she has gorgeous pale green eyes. Her appearance gives off a sweet angelic nature. When it benefits her, she can certainly use her looks to her advantage... other times she can blend right into the background. However don't be fooled by the innocent look and sweet light voice because she is anything but.
Personality
-Impulsive and Emotionless | +Logical and Decisive
She approaches everything in life from a logical perspective typically finds the realm of emotions overwhelming given her irrational nature. Socorro tries really hard to think before acting. She is naturally private and reserved. Despite this, she has an unpredictable side that can surprise others. Due to this she sometimes makes impulsive decisions, especially in her youth.
-Ambitious and Obsessive | +Dedicated and Independent
Socorro values her freedom and there’s nothing she hates more than the feeling of being tied down or controlled. She likes to live life on her own terms. She is in her element when working on personal projects because this is where her skills are best suited and prefers to jump right in, figuring things out as they go along. With a thirst for knowledge, Socorro is highly intelligent and has a strong desire to learn about all kinds of topics, to the point of sheer obsession. She relies on her gut instincts and strives for self reliance.
History
Kithood: Socorro does not remember much from her kithood. She was born and betrayed. She could remember no scent for her father and her mother had left one day and never returned... or so she was told. Did she have siblings? Only the dead would know. As a kit she was found by a scraggly rogue, a ragged tabby. He managed to find queens to nurse her but never for long. And whether it was voluntary or by threat, she'd never know. He taught her hunt early, fight hard despite the wounds, blood and bruises. They never spoke much. Even his name was lost to her. Just as he had shown up, he left. At first Socorro was angry... she was young and had no one. She was no one. How could she possibly survive? But she learned...
Adolescence: As a young cat, abandoned by her father figure and mentor, Socorro roamed the lands. She came across a range of different cats between rogues, clan cats, and even cats that call themselves a tribe. Though none of the titles impressed her much. Strength impressed her. Once, when she was about eight moons old, she accidentally came across a larger, black she-cat. She had claws of steel and was cold and ruthless. Socorro had hunkered down in a nearby bush and watched quietly, fascinated as the she cat killed and hid the body of another cat. She wanted to do that! After a bit of stalking, she approached Mizar the black she cat and begun training. Though before long, she realized what kind of cat she was dealing with and decided she was better off on her own. Mizar however did not like that, and Socorro found herself on the bad side of the wrong cat. And so she spent the next few moons running and hiding. She became good at moving silently and hiding her trail. However, it was the black she cats other interests that veered her from the hunt. Finally Socorro was free to wander again.
In the meantime she had watched from afar whenever coming across another impressive cat. Which was few and far in between but well worth it. She'd spend weeks silently following them, watching with an intense fierceness. Spending the following night practicing and perfecting over sleeping. There was another time Socorro had come across an impressive fighter, a pretty little tabby she-cat. In fact she followed this particular she-cat for a while. The stranger was surrounded by other fighters but Socorro could care less about the tom. It was far more practical to learn from one more similar in build. And so she watched this Poppy.
Sometimes though, hiding was not always the option. The tortoiseshell once came across a weird tom, the first clan cat she had come across. Fogpaw. A tom not much older than she, but bigger and brutish. He had yowled and spat and called her names like 'heathen' and 'trespasser'. They had clashed and while she had learned a great deal already, this tom was a bit more advanced. But it was not the last time they would come across each other. Socorro enjoyed stalking these so called borders, taunting the tom and his weird customs. She would do so far into her adulthood.
Adulthood: Not long after, she came across a handsome tom with some powerful moves. Socorro had found herself disappointed that she had not attempted training with the slender tabby... or at the very least sparred with her. This time she'd take her chances. They came across each other in a clash of claws and a frenzy of fur. Both were impressed with each other and so Honeybun taught her some moves, passed down from the teachings of his own mother. After a few weeks, she was once again on the move, slipping away from the tom one night. She learned from the last time and she ventured far from the familiar trees, across the frozen lake water onto some smaller islands...
There she came across an older tom, whose wisdom matched his ambition. He was a ruddy odd looking tom who was quiet and spoke queerly. However Sumac taught her that with ambition comes patience. Where killing came naturally, waiting did not. But through his teachings she was able to learn some self control. They parted ways silently.
---
Upon return to her original wooded home, Socorro once again returned to her ways. She had grown and matured. She was a silent killer. She had learned her trade from the best, traveling far. Her pelt bore scars though they seemed to blend into her sweet nature. She'd come across a mangy clan cat who she took pity on and helped regain his strength. Firfoot was his name. He'd given up bits and pieces of information on these clans cats, though most had been subtle mumblings behind a guarded tongue. She'd also come across a younger she-cat... one who bore a striking resemblance to the tom who had once trained her. Sugarplum was energetic and had an eagerness to learn the trade that Socorro had yet come across so she decided to pass down some of her knowledge as well. However, it was not long before the spotted she cat deserted her. Socorro wanted nothing more than to hunt down the young cat and shred her for wasting her time, yet her flighty nature reminded Socorro of herself. It would certainly be the last time she took on a trainee.
Instead she started taking up contracts. Free lodging, free food, and all she had to do was take the life of the target? Easy. Though she enjoyed the gossip, the whispers, the secrets that came with contracts far more than anything given physically. She was a shadow, watching and listening and doing her job all while learning a completely different kind of killing. Now she comes and goes. Sought out by those who have ambitious self interests.
Adolescence: As a young cat, abandoned by her father figure and mentor, Socorro roamed the lands. She came across a range of different cats between rogues, clan cats, and even cats that call themselves a tribe. Though none of the titles impressed her much. Strength impressed her. Once, when she was about eight moons old, she accidentally came across a larger, black she-cat. She had claws of steel and was cold and ruthless. Socorro had hunkered down in a nearby bush and watched quietly, fascinated as the she cat killed and hid the body of another cat. She wanted to do that! After a bit of stalking, she approached Mizar the black she cat and begun training. Though before long, she realized what kind of cat she was dealing with and decided she was better off on her own. Mizar however did not like that, and Socorro found herself on the bad side of the wrong cat. And so she spent the next few moons running and hiding. She became good at moving silently and hiding her trail. However, it was the black she cats other interests that veered her from the hunt. Finally Socorro was free to wander again.
In the meantime she had watched from afar whenever coming across another impressive cat. Which was few and far in between but well worth it. She'd spend weeks silently following them, watching with an intense fierceness. Spending the following night practicing and perfecting over sleeping. There was another time Socorro had come across an impressive fighter, a pretty little tabby she-cat. In fact she followed this particular she-cat for a while. The stranger was surrounded by other fighters but Socorro could care less about the tom. It was far more practical to learn from one more similar in build. And so she watched this Poppy.
Sometimes though, hiding was not always the option. The tortoiseshell once came across a weird tom, the first clan cat she had come across. Fogpaw. A tom not much older than she, but bigger and brutish. He had yowled and spat and called her names like 'heathen' and 'trespasser'. They had clashed and while she had learned a great deal already, this tom was a bit more advanced. But it was not the last time they would come across each other. Socorro enjoyed stalking these so called borders, taunting the tom and his weird customs. She would do so far into her adulthood.
Adulthood: Not long after, she came across a handsome tom with some powerful moves. Socorro had found herself disappointed that she had not attempted training with the slender tabby... or at the very least sparred with her. This time she'd take her chances. They came across each other in a clash of claws and a frenzy of fur. Both were impressed with each other and so Honeybun taught her some moves, passed down from the teachings of his own mother. After a few weeks, she was once again on the move, slipping away from the tom one night. She learned from the last time and she ventured far from the familiar trees, across the frozen lake water onto some smaller islands...
There she came across an older tom, whose wisdom matched his ambition. He was a ruddy odd looking tom who was quiet and spoke queerly. However Sumac taught her that with ambition comes patience. Where killing came naturally, waiting did not. But through his teachings she was able to learn some self control. They parted ways silently.
---
Upon return to her original wooded home, Socorro once again returned to her ways. She had grown and matured. She was a silent killer. She had learned her trade from the best, traveling far. Her pelt bore scars though they seemed to blend into her sweet nature. She'd come across a mangy clan cat who she took pity on and helped regain his strength. Firfoot was his name. He'd given up bits and pieces of information on these clans cats, though most had been subtle mumblings behind a guarded tongue. She'd also come across a younger she-cat... one who bore a striking resemblance to the tom who had once trained her. Sugarplum was energetic and had an eagerness to learn the trade that Socorro had yet come across so she decided to pass down some of her knowledge as well. However, it was not long before the spotted she cat deserted her. Socorro wanted nothing more than to hunt down the young cat and shred her for wasting her time, yet her flighty nature reminded Socorro of herself. It would certainly be the last time she took on a trainee.
Instead she started taking up contracts. Free lodging, free food, and all she had to do was take the life of the target? Easy. Though she enjoyed the gossip, the whispers, the secrets that came with contracts far more than anything given physically. She was a shadow, watching and listening and doing her job all while learning a completely different kind of killing. Now she comes and goes. Sought out by those who have ambitious self interests.
