Post by Tausune on Feb 15, 2023 17:53:14 GMT -6
Mouse
Outsider
tawny eyed brown tabby
rogue
female
14 moons
Appearance
Mouse is a cat of averages. She isn't necessarily small despite her name, having grown out of a kithood runtishness, but she isn't large either. Of middling size, neither short nor tall, she is predisposed toward leanness like most feral cats, but isn't especially lanky. Evenly proportioned, she's truthfully more underfed than she is wiry.
Her fur is just a little longer than short, and wispy at the tips. Black stripes ticked over silver-brown, she's a shade or two darker than most tabbies, but this isn't particularly remarkable on its own. Gray in some lights, brown in others, her coat uninterrupted by any white spotting or blemish, and she is as inconspicuous as she is relatively ordinary. This suits the young hunter just fine. There's hardly a feline more built for blending into the shadows that lie in the gaps between foliage, stripes breaking up her silhouette so she can creep up on unsuspecting prey.
With no overly prominent features besides the dark tear drops either side of her muzzle, Mouse's face is most easily defined by her eyes. Light tawny and still as pools of water, they're always watchful.
Her fur is just a little longer than short, and wispy at the tips. Black stripes ticked over silver-brown, she's a shade or two darker than most tabbies, but this isn't particularly remarkable on its own. Gray in some lights, brown in others, her coat uninterrupted by any white spotting or blemish, and she is as inconspicuous as she is relatively ordinary. This suits the young hunter just fine. There's hardly a feline more built for blending into the shadows that lie in the gaps between foliage, stripes breaking up her silhouette so she can creep up on unsuspecting prey.
With no overly prominent features besides the dark tear drops either side of her muzzle, Mouse's face is most easily defined by her eyes. Light tawny and still as pools of water, they're always watchful.
Personality
Despite her quiet and otherwise unassuming nature, Mouse is quick of wit and sly of tongue. Carefully spun, her soft barbs may take a moment before they sink in, and she's a cat who tends not to say exactly what she means. Though she may appear mild-mannered she isn't quiescent, and while she doesn't seek out conflict, she doesn't actively avoid it either. She may prefer to sidestep danger but eking it out on her own means taking risks, and while certainly no braggart, it can't be said she lacks in mettle. However, her confidence is built on a foundation of deeply instilled caution, and she isn't afraid to turn and run if she really has to.
Like many that grew up the outskirts of the ever warring Clans, she prizes her own ingenuity, and disdains the ways of organized cats. She's not above dishonest or crafty tactics, and will steal if she's desperate enough, falling easily into the umbrella of rogue to any who might catch her at it, though typically she keeps to herself.
Indeed, flighty, Mouse struggles to settle in one place or frame of mind. She has a middle of the food chain sort of wariness that makes her keep one ear perked at all times. Though she'll never admit it, the young molly is still cutting her teeth on the big wide world. She likes to make out that she is comfortable in her self-made, solitary life, but isn't invulnerable to curiosity when she meets others, despite an unwillingness to make too close attachments. Or rather, perhaps an uncertainty on how.
History
Born on a snowy night to a molly called Tansy, Mouse can't recall if she had any siblings or not. Her earliest memories are tumbling alone at the heels of her mother and the loose collection of rogues they followed. Whenever sent scampering back to the safety of her legs by more hostile cats, Tansy would only advise her daughter to keep her head low, a doctrine the skinny queen certainly lived by herself. As a result Mouse's sensibilities were tuned swiftly at a young age, instilling a wariness in the kit that made her feel and act, much like the creature she was named for, in the lean and hungry company her mother kept.
As the weather warmed and she grew old enough to hold reservations about Tansy's passive approach to life, she became attached to some of the more amicable felines in her band. While bandits all, these cats entertained the young molly's attempts to learn about the world, while also admittedly making sport of it. Despite close calls though, the she-cat managed to mostly hold her own, finding for a time, her own tentative place in the group. However it wasn't meant to last.
By the time Tansy had her second litter, Mouse had become distant from the queen, and the same eventually became true of her other companions. Squabbles and rising tempers within the band as the changing of the seasons once again thinned the prey they dined on made them aggressive and fractious. Eventually, she left, realizing that the friendships she'd forged weren't strong enough to outlast winter.
While in the past her group frequented the abandoned campground and the sparse woods there, Mouse has discovered herself treading the wind battered, northern cliffs, thin and hungry and on the look out for new opportunities.
As the weather warmed and she grew old enough to hold reservations about Tansy's passive approach to life, she became attached to some of the more amicable felines in her band. While bandits all, these cats entertained the young molly's attempts to learn about the world, while also admittedly making sport of it. Despite close calls though, the she-cat managed to mostly hold her own, finding for a time, her own tentative place in the group. However it wasn't meant to last.
By the time Tansy had her second litter, Mouse had become distant from the queen, and the same eventually became true of her other companions. Squabbles and rising tempers within the band as the changing of the seasons once again thinned the prey they dined on made them aggressive and fractious. Eventually, she left, realizing that the friendships she'd forged weren't strong enough to outlast winter.
While in the past her group frequented the abandoned campground and the sparse woods there, Mouse has discovered herself treading the wind battered, northern cliffs, thin and hungry and on the look out for new opportunities.