Tinsel - Azrael's Angel

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NAME! Tinsel
AGE! 32 moons (but he never remembers)
RANK! Azrael's second-in-command
GENDER! tom
CLAN! Azrael's Angel
SHORT DESC.! Very small tom with tan fur and wide, green eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

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A purebred Singapura, he is one of the smallest full-grown cats you will meet. To Clan cats, it might appear that he is ready for his apprentice ceremony. Round, kitten-sized eyes don't help the age issue. They are olive green, rimmed with yellow, and they look with wonder at the world before them. His paws are small, with black fur between the toes. His underbelly is nearly white, and his back is a scratchy brown/grey. The two colors meet in between as a creamy color, that reminds him of milky coffee. His nose is pink and soft, like a young cat's. A sweet smile is ever-present on his face.

PERSONALITY!

Tinsel is always bubbly and seems ridiculously immature for his age, and such is his true nature. However, he knows how to use this to his advantage, luring in unsuspecting cats with a smile only to use them or destroy them later, all the while keeping that smile on his face. To him, killing is just a part of life and well, life should be fun.

Tinsel became Azrael's second-in-command for his persuasive skills that come along with an innocent appearance and his battle ability. Both the slyness and enthusiasm in his personality transfer well in a fight and he knows how to work his small size. He may appear as clumsy as a beginner apprentice at times, but he knows exactly when to get serious.

Even still, his seriousness is only him knowing how to work a situation to his advantage. His kitten-like personality will not change even in the darkest of times. At heart, he is a kit, and he can not be expected to display more adult or mature emotions. He may be a killer, but he does it as if he's proudly showing off to his parents how he caught prey for the first time. All dark emotions come childishly and thus lessen their effect, unless you already know Tinsel's true nature.

HISTORY!

Tinsel did not stay long enough in his house to adopt the soft way of house cats, and ended up stranded on the streets hardly after he was weaned off milk. Being so young, he doesn't entirely remember how this happened, but it came from some sort of terrible mishap on a trip back from the vet's.

He roamed around, mainly hiding and eating in trash bins, before ending up with a group of rogue cats whose harsh alpha female had a bit of a soft spot for kittens and so adopted the little tom. In this way, Tinsel was exposed to living in desperation killing for scraps of food; harassing anyone or thing for entertainment; and roughing up your own teammates for messing up their jobs.

Tinsel had to fight for everything he had, but in another way, he was spoiled by the she-cat leader. She held Tinsel dearly in her group and so he immediately ascended in rank above the others in this ragged bunch. This combination of spoiling and a killer lifestyle, coupled in an ever small and adorable cat, gave him his unique personality. Tinsel is always bubbly and seems ridiculously immature for his age, and such is his true nature. However, he knows how to use this to his advantage, luring in unsuspecting cats with a smile only to use them or destroy them later, all the while keeping that smile on his face. To him, killing is just a part of life and well, life should be fun.

After his she-cat mentor died, the group disbanded, and Tinsel, quite frankly, got bored. That is, until he ran into Azrael. For reasons unbeknownst to Tinsel, Azrael was the only other rogue to show any sort of welcoming sign to the cream -colored tom. Unlike his cruel reputation, Tinsel did not ever want to start killing at first contact. Killing lead to a dead cat, and dead cats were no fun. And so, with a welcoming grin from the black cat, Tinsel started sticking with him. The other tom had a temper to be sure, but Tinsel, being rarely affected by angry emotions or feelings of insult, accepted it easily. Besides, it's hard to get mad at a wide-eyed, grinning kitten.

RP EXAMPLE!

A small, kitten rump wriggled through a tight thicket of brambles. With a great heave, the creamy kitten rolled head over heels out of the tangle and towards the Thunderpath. This scar in the land was nearly a beacon in this wild jungle of crazy cats. Another cat followed him, skinny but clearly in his prime, and hissed angrily at the little tom.

Tinsel pouted, and wanted to whine, "What's a little prey?" But he's done that before, and he really didn't want to listen to that whole lecture about a competitive life in their little, shiny jungle again. Small claws gripped the gravel as Tinsel thought about teaching the cat a little something. But ah, it just wasn't worth it. He knew somewhere in those leaves were many others, and Tinsel wasn't about to start a fight with a forest full of dumb animals. He complained inwardly again, But it's so much prettier here...

As for the warrior, Tinsel merely stuck his tongue out and yowled, "Learn to share!" and off he sped, carefully making sure he stayed on the very edge of the road. He grinned a cute, toothy grin on his way home. That little adventure was certainly a fun break from the concrete scene he was used to. Tinsel purred and licked his maw. He even got a bite of some pretty forest food, too! Which, for the record, tastes much better than the scruffy, skeletal prey that's always found around his area.

He breathed in deeply, hoping to catch a breath of the fresh air of the forest, only to find the stink of the sewer he had just passed by. He mrrowed his displeasure in the way a kit would yelp when a littermate takes his spot in line for milk. But Tinsel was used to the scent. As disgusting as it smelled, it was safe. The only cats who bothered to harass him were young upstarts that hadn't yet learned of that "violent rat in the shape of a kitten." But really, he was usually only violent because they were, and just who was responsible for that? Not Tinsel, that's for sure, and he nodded his reassurance for himself. Although, he couldn't deny that it was a little fun. Oooh, how nice did prey sound when it was caught, bird or cat or dog. Do the forest cats make the same noise, I wonder?

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