Tarot the Loner

Cat Name: Tarot

Gender: Tomcat

Age: 51 Moons

Appearance: Tarot is a smokey Turkish angora cat, swirling mixes of greys, creams and brown coil down his medium-long, lightly matted coat. His posture is often regal, violet eyes clear and reflecting the world around him as he observes the scenes of his life. His hooked claws rarely come out of his paws, kept sharp and ready for his next meals. His two large, narrow ears sit atop his head, almost making him look like the depictions of Anubis in Egyptian history. One of his ears is shredded, accentuating the scars scrawled on his face and the long, gnarled scar slithering up his right flank.

When sitting his feathery tail always remains around his paws, so if his claws do ever come out, it will be unexpected. His fangs are slightly yellowed, but blinding white ones would be too obvious in the glint of moonlight during night anyways. His gently sloped nose is mottled with browns and greys, not remaining one solid colour.

His expression is either impassive or genty curled up with a smile. If ever it shifts to annoyance or anger, whatever invoked such a reaction should be ready to be attacked in the near future.

Personality: Tarot is an odd cat, with an odd personality born from an odd past. He is perfectly civil to those who have not wronged him in one minor way or another. Even if one has wronged him, his words are spoken with eloquence, the only betrayal that he is irritated being the smug, and venomous undertone in his voice.

Tarot despises rude cats, enough to lash out at them, be it with words or cruel claws. Those felled by his unquenchable loathing are often gazed upon with sadistic amusement as they fade below his paws.

Tarot as an unnerving view about the world. He sees cats as no different than foxes or rabbits. If asked why he could think about his fellow felines in such a way, he'd likely respond like this; "We understand each other, can communicate with each other, so, therefore, we confirm our own sentience. But for animals such as foxes and rabbits, we cannot confirm such a thing, for their language is different from our own. So we treat them as something below us, lacking intelligence.

I find such a thing foolish, and I am not a foolish cat. So, if you all lower the other beasts of this world to such a level, so will I do unto you. You, and rabbits, are both prey in my eyes."

This perspective makes him a very dangerous, unsympathetic feline, only aiding his depravity. Those who lack any sort of sympathy, lack the restraints most felines have with morals.

The only thing that restrains him is how other cats act towards him. Along with that, if he makes deals with cats, he almost always upholds his end of the deal.

The intelligent tom, all in all, is a dangerous foe, but a potent ally. If you treat him well, he will treat you well, that is the basic code that he lives by.

Clan: Clanless/Loner

Origins: Tarot came from the city, or 'twolegplace' as clan cats know it as. His origins are rooted in a rather sad situation, a hoarding situation, to be exact. In a way, he was a kittypet, but he was hardly domestic, just like the other hundred+ cats that 'lived' alongside him. A house filled with the worst conditions a cat could ask for, mountains of twoleg trash and knickknacks always surrounded him, and the twoleg themselves was neigh-immobile, burdened under their own weight. It was a negative position for both the twoleg and the felines they kept as some sort of addiction.

When that twoleg perished, the cats were stuck inside their nest, unable to escape. For four moons none of the other twolegs outside the nest saw anything amiss, for the one that kept them rarely went outside. The cats inside were unable to remain stable for much longer, with only each other and a depleting amount of twoleg crowfood, they turned against each other in crazed states of hunger. Most only ate other cats who fell to sickness or starvation, but some reused to wait that long, especially with the competition they had with the others.

The situation degraded, and four moons later, the twolegs outside got wind of the possible situation. In a flurry of action none of the surviving cats could really comprehend, they were all grabbed by the twolegs and stuck into confined, portable cages. Only Tarot escaped, his own cage having had a faulty latch that, with enough, ramming, snapped loose and let him escape.

He swiftly outran the twolegs.

For another moon, he learned about the outside world through experience, and slowly gained more weight as a few kind-hearted street cats taught him the ropes of survival and hunting. Tarot made a full physical recovery and gained only slightly less-than-average weight. Despite that, the mental impacts of his experience stuck with him. He saw other cats as possible food unless they proved to him otherwise. The actions he was forced to take in that cursed twoleg nest kept him hooked to his expanded tastes. Unlike those who went through the same situation, he was not conditioned to see other felines as friends and not food.

Once that moon passed, he lived independently, but after overhearing some street cats conversing about a society of cats living in the forest, he grew curious. After asking for directions he made his way to the edge of the twolegplace and stepped over its boundary into the wilderness.

He hatched up an idea after learning more about the odd clans, he heard from some rogues about how they're structured, how cats like them are exiled for breaking 'rules', some even loathed for the more universally deeds considered amoral. Tarot figured that, if there are cats with grudges, there are deals to be made so they can get back at those exiled cats without overstepping their clan's rules (technically).

So, now he roams unclaimed lands, occasionally returning to the twolegplace if he fancies it... and slowly begins to start a new chapter of his life, and perhaps even a new chapter in the life of the clans.