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Never hope. Never trust. Never break.
Name: Wild
In defying me, you’ve only condemned yourself to join me. Congratulations.
Gender: Tom
Age at Death: 17 moons
Cause of Death: betrayed by his brother
Leave me alone. I like being alone. I want to be alone. What part of “leave me alone” can’t your small mind comprehend?
Clan: Dark Forest — [Ex-Rogue]
Position: just a cat residing in the Dark Forest — nothing more
Reason: crazed assassin on a killing spree
Why’re you here? Killing a cat? Oh, what a shame. Too bad I can relate.
Personality: Wild is… well, wild. He is untamable, even by those of the Dark Forest. (His name fits so perfectly, at times I have to wonder if his parents caught a glimpse of his future…) Cold, closed, and consigned, no-cat really knows what goes on in his mind most of the time. Wild doesn’t speak often, but when he does, it’s in short remarks that gets the point across with minimal words. But for the most part, he just avoids socializing altogether. Wild has a low tolerance for other cats, she-cats especially. In the world he knows, they’re only liabilities — an annoying waste of space that does nothing but nag. Of course, this isn’t completely true, but Wild is unconvinced. They’re useless to him, and even the tom cats aren’t much better.
Back in his youth, Wild was a playful little guy — always rough-housing with his sisters (and very often winning). He was no stranger to the endless games kits will play, and was an adventurous spirit; a daredevil. He was funny and outgoing, always trying to make his family laugh at his clownish antics. (And he may’ve even been the favorite kit — his charming disposition would’ve been hard to ignore.) Sadly, not much of that kit can be found in present-day Wild. He is not playful and only partly adventurous. He is not funny anymore, and hates to laugh. And charming? Well, you’ll have to decide that for yourself.
Despite where he is, Wild is no loyal servant to the Dark Forest. In fact, he detests them, along with every other cat. Occasionally he will do their bidding, but only when it serves his intentions to do so, and only then on his circumstances. But once he sets his mind to a job, nothing can stop him.
Hidden beneath the hardened mask he’s built for himself, Wild is a broken soul. The other cats would do best to avoid him. They know nothing of the emotions buried deep within. But Wild prefers to keep it that way. He cannot trust. That may be Wild’s greatest weakness. Ever since his death, the tom has found that he can’t let go of the dis- to his -trust. It doesn’t matter, anyway. If he never hopes and never trusts, he will never be broken.
But for a soul already in pieces, is that really the best path?
Rules do not bind him, and commands will not stop him. Wild is untamed; uncontrolled; uncontained. Do not oppose the wild.
My death wasn’t the end, rather a beginning to an end. And now it ends with you.
Likes: being/working alone, silence, adventuring/exploring, kits (surprisingly)
Strengths: stealth, agility, speed, sarcasm, wit
Quirks: nobody knows, but Wild is obsessed with one particular little flower… kinda embarrassing, honestly
Stay outta my way, she-cat. Leave the fighting to those who can actually fight.
Dislikes: cats, being near cats, talking to cats, taking orders, laughter
Weaknesses: freezes any time he sees death, cannot kill, not the strongest cat alive
Fears: trusting anyone
You say I’m the problem. You say I’m the criminal. You say I’m the killer. But who are you?
Appearance:
And we have a winner! You’ve just earned yourself a one-way ticket out of this world, which I’d like to personally deliver.
Mark/s: no visible marks, but Wild’s rear left leg is slightly lame — it never healed right from the fight…
Fighting Style: don’t plan, don’t think, just go for it
Type: closed
Go ahead, do your worst. I’m already dead, aren’t I?
History: Wild was never part of an official clan — he’s been a loner all his life.
Born in a litter of three to an ex-warrior and a kittypet, their life has never really been normal for obvious reasons. But, at least it started somewhat normal. Sort of. Not really. Four moons after Wild and his littermates were born, a great battle between two clans erupted. Erupted near a a forested meadow where a young family of cats was traveling. It seemed like all hell broke out to the little kits, with warriors bearing down on either side of them. Ash and Echo panicked, fearing the worst for their kits. Desperately they fought to protect them, but the clans took them as enemies, so fighting back. Crazed like the terrified parents they were, each felled many cats on either side, but it wasn’t enough. So, seeing an opening, they each picked up a kit and ran for it. Two parents, two mouths, two kits. Can you guess who was left behind? (view spoiler) Little Wild tried to run after them, but he tripped on a root and fell, rolling into a shallow ditch. He raised his head to look for his parents and yowl for rescue, but they were gone. Terrified, the kit crouched down, burying himself in the dead leaves, trembling with fear. Only after the chaos died down and the forest was shrouded in silence, did Wild move, breaking his perfect camouflage. So many times an enemy had drawn near, one almost even stepping on him, but something in Wild told him to hold still. Not to move or else. He didn’t have to guess to know. Climbing out of his ditch, Wild mewled for his family to come back and get him. But that wasn’t exactly possible. That night, Wild learned that his family had never made it to safety. Understandably, something broke in him then and there. He was so young, and yet was well acquainted with this thing called “death.”
Wild forever stayed a rogue, hating the clans for that they had done. When he was about nine moons old, Wild found an ally, not a friend, just a comrade. Felix was a wiry gray tom, about Wild’s age, from the city. Not a kittypet, rather a rogue in his own way — on the streets. Tired of city life, he had set out into the wilds for an adventure. He soon got one. Felix and Wild were closer than brothers — united by the common difference. They avoided the clans at all costs: Felix because of the stories he’d heard and Wild for the stories he’d seen. The two toms traded pasts, sharing the highs, lows, and adventures of their history. Felix learned of Wild’s past and reason for resentment for the clans, but it didn’t worry him. He thought it was nothing more than a grievance that would dissolve in time. Felix was sadly mistaken. Wild’s fury ran much deeper than the surface of what his city friend saw. As the days passed, so did his fury. Cats hunting, kits playing, clans meeting — everything was a cruel reminder of what he’d lost. Of what had been taken from him. His heart grew black, unbeknownst by his friend.
It was another battle between clans that finally broke him. At the sight of cats fighting once again, Wild lost his mind. He leapt away from a bewildered Felix and into the fray. Wild fought like a tiger, and many from both sides fell by him. So quickly, the skirmish was over. The clans’ numbers had been reduced significantly, and there stood Wild — surrounded by still cats and soaked with blood. But in an instant, he was gone, disappeared. That was when the clans reported mysterious deaths: a med with a slit throat; a warrior who never returned; an apprentice with his back broken. No one ever saw the culprit, but they had a suspect. Felix tried to track down his lost brother-in-claws, but never could pin him down. No one could ever find him — not until the gathering. With cats from every clan congregated in a single spot, it was an opportunity the crazed-Wild couldn’t pass up. Despite the impossible odds, he sprang into the meeting, taking down a deputy. At once, all the cats were on him, having prepared for this. He only managed to take down two more and wound three, before leaping onto a high rock out of the range of their claws. But at that moment, somecat sprang on him with the force of a lion. They tumbled together off the rock to the ground far below, the attacker on top. Wild had been bent at odd angles, back obviously broken, and with a cat pinning him down, claws unsheathed and biting into his neck. It was a tom. It was Felix. Fire flashed in the city tom’s eyes as he snarled at his broken friend. “Never again,” he hissed, before Wild’s world went black.
Wild has been in the Dark Forest for a long while now, aimless. He didn’t even wait a moon to exact revenge on the one he once trusted, but now the drive to kill has faded. Wild will fight, but not to the other’s death. He has ended too many lives in his days. No more. Never again.
Trust no one and your trust will never be broken.
Family:
- Ash - father - deceased
- Echo - mother - deceased
- Rain - sister - deceased
- Song - sister - deceased
Friends:
- none
Enemies:
- all
Resisting is futile. Just give it up already.
Other: Oh man, this guy is awesome…
Never again.
