Tornfang

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GENERAL

Name: Tigger, goes by Tornfang
Gender: Tom
Age: 96 moons
Clan: Kittypet
Rank: N/A

APPEARANCE

Body Type: Large and bony
Fur: Dark ginger
Eyes: Left yellow; right milky white
Markings: Mackerel tabby; white muzzle, chest, and belly; white forepaws; white tail-tip; scar on shoulder; scar across blind side of face; broken canine tooth.
Overall: Tornfang does not have the traditional look of a kittypet. There is hardly an ounce of fat on him; he’s skin, bones, and hard, wiry muscle. As far as size, he is fairly large. He is a dark ginger tabby with some white markings. Also unusual for a kittypet, he is covered in scars. Most are hidden by his tufty fur or are subtle, such as a notched ear. Most distinct is a slash that runs down the right side of his face across his eye, leaving it blind. His other eye is golden and cold.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:

• Extroverted
• Confident
• Intelligent
• Active
• Determined

Negative Traits:

• Manipulative
• Temperamental
• Sadistic
• Ruthless
• Close-minded

Likes:

• Fighting
• Playing with food
• Territory
• Wit
• Pools of sunlight
• Catnip
• Yarn

Dislikes:

• Weakness
• Following others
• Dogs
• Cats standing on his blind side
• Stupidity
• Religious talk

Fears:

• Failing health
• Dogs
• Cold, dark spaces

Obsessions:

• Creating a following
• Sunning himself

Ideals:

• Power
• Unquestioning loyalty
• Shows of strength

Other: An evil cat, but an old kittypet.

HISTORY

Family: Red, father. Garnet, mother. Cinnamon, former mate. Brendan, son. Sarah, daughter.
History: Born a happy kitten named Tigger in a nice home. After a while, he became inquisitive and ventured outside the house, as toms do. On one of his excursions he bumped into an older cat named Clawfur. Clawfur taught him to be a great fighter, aggressive, the bane of other kittypets.

Tigger terrorized other house cats until he met Cinnamon, an aptly named tabby. She was gorgeous and young, half his thirty moons, but he took her as a mate. He grew gentle and caring and protected her and their kits fiercely.

However, Clawfur—in trouble with rival gangs and needed someone on his side. He sought Tigger out again and threatened his family if he didn’t join him. Tigger fought, but Clawfur broke one of his fangs and dealt the wound that cost him an eye. Tigger was lured back into the bloody world that went on beyond the fences and renamed himself Tornfang.

At one point, he came across his mate with their half-grown kits. While he didn’t hurt them, he did drive them off his territory, disowning them. Cinnamon was shocked at this abandonment and holed up inside her house, hateful but lost. Brendan and Sarah either were adopted or became loners; his son followed in his violent footsteps but hated his father above all things, while his daughter tried to convince her brother to put it behind them.

Over the years, Tornfang grew old. He was one of the fiercest cats in Twolegplace, killing even his former mentor, but eventually his age failed him. He was taken in by an animal shelter off the streets and then given to a kind woman. Tornfang still wants to fight, but he does most of his work using younger cats as his apprentices. He secretly enjoys the laidback life and is often seen sitting on a windowsill, purring. If anyone brings that up, however, he’ll claw their ears.