Ty

[Silver ❤]

NAME: Ty
GENDER: Male
AGE: Two years, Six months
RESIDENCE: Wilderness

APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR: black
MARKINGS: none
PELT LENGTH: short
EYE COLOR: bright green
BUILD: muscular and lithe, with broad shoulder; pretty much a powerhouse
OTHER: scar on his right shoulder, bite marks on his tail

PERSONALITY:

Ty is a psychopath. He lost his marbles, became mentally unstable, "cuckoo", crazy, whatever you wanna call it. He's cannibalistic and finds great joy in killing other cats. Not just for food, but for recreation. He feels no remorse and is generally incapable of loving another cat.He never really cared for his mother or his sisters, and he never thinks about them not since the day he left. He also has somewhat of a photographic memory, remembering what every one of his victims looks like, before and after he killed them. He enjoys to go through them for fun, remembering his favorite meals.
The only cat he has feelings, or whatever he has, for is Falcon, which is his adopted minion son thing. Ty is possessive over Falcon, and is obsessed over everything he does. Falcon isn't allowed to leave the den without telling Ty, and if he does, Ty becomes outraged. Ty has angry outbursts and is emotionally unstable to say the least. He is a bottle of problems, and it's best not to shake him up.

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Lola - calico she-cat with green eyes; alive; wilderness; open
FATHER: Bullet - black tom with blue eyes; deceased
SIBLINGS: Aribella - black and white she-cat with blue eyes; alive; wilderness; Shadow
Abigail - calico she-cat with blue eyes; alive; wilderness; Silver
CRUSH/MATE: not going to happen lol yeah right

HISTORY:

Lola was a strong young female, a force to be reckoned with. She walked around with her head up and tail erect, using her good looks and manipulative nature to get other cats to do her bidding. And when she decided she wanted kits, she had no problems finding a tom who was willing to sire them.
Bullet was a very eligible mate, with strong, rippling muscles and dashing good looks. his blue eyes make Lola swoon and she knew he was the one. They mated first thing and bam, Lola was pregnant. But she had no interest of raising the kits with Bullet, so she cast him to the side and left without a trace. A few weeks later, she heard from another wild cat that he had been killed by a coyote, but she felt no remorse.
Lola never took care of herself during her pregnancy. She still ran and hunted and did everything she did before. The kits were born smaller than normal, but Lola produced a lot of milk and they grew fast. There were two females and a tom, the tom looking just like Bullet, one female looking like her mom while the last one was a combination of the two. After a few days, Lola was already favoring Aribella and Ty, who had opened their eyes and showed great promise to be big and strong. It was already obvious that Ty was going to have his father's strength and he was always the first to get to the milk. He was already proving to have potential to be an amazing fighter.

The little family moved often, Lola keeping a close eyes on Aribella and Ty while Abigail trailed along, struggling to keep up. Ty and Ari began to notice the segregation their mother had created between their kits, and they began to shun Abigail, making her a loner among her own family. But she still stuck close to them, finding some security and safety in her mother. Then, when the kits were six moons told, Lola sent them away. All of them, even Ty and Aribella. She said she was done raising them and she had done all she needed to do. She was ready to be free again, with no kits trailing behind her back paws. Ty and Aribella were lost, having no idea what to do without their mother. But Ty knew he didn't want to be tied down by his sister, especially worthless Abigail, so he left them. He didn't even allow Ari to come even when she begged. He ditched her, then started to build a life for himself.

He was a loud hunter though, and scared off any prey that he came within a few yards of. He was soon beginning to starve and, desperate, he found an elderly cat and asked for help. The kind tom agreed and began to show the younger cat how to hunt quieter. Ty caught on quickly, though his bulky muscles still rustled undergrowth often. He was getting so hungry, and the old tom was being wait too precise, not allowing Ty to catch anything until he had it completely right. The muscles on the other tom still rippled under his fur, despite his old age, and Ty began to salivate. This tom was old, no one would really miss him, right?
The old tom had done a good job teaching Ty, as he didn't even hear the black tom as he stalked him from behind while the older tom looked for some prey to practice with. Ty killed him swiftly, watching the life drain from the cat's green eyes. The feeling was something he had never experienced before. The fact that he had the power to take a cat's life. That, in that one moment, with his claws pressed on the other's throat, he had the power of deciding that cat's fate. Whether he lived... or died. Ty flexed his claws in front of his face and smiled. Not a kind smile, or a warm one, but an insane one. His stomach growled and he gorged himself on the other cat. He started on the shoulder, just like he did with any kind of prey. He dragging the carcass with him when he traveled, so he would have meat when he got hungry again. It got old, but he didn't care. Ty finished it until their was nothing but the skull. The liver was mush by the time he ate it and he lapped it up, savoring the sweet taste before moving on to the cold heart, He remembered how fast it had been beating before he delivered the killing blow, and he bit into it with another insane smile on his face. He didn't get a chance to eat the eyeballs, as they were plucked out by a hawk, and it flew away before he had a chance to kill it. He vowed to eat the eyeballs first next time.

He killed two others cats since then. He found a den and made a nest in a hollowed out log that was covered in fungus and mushrooms, with moss draping over the sides. There were slugs and beetles crawling all over it, but he didn't even seem to notice them. They were crushed under his paws as he walked, dragging his prey into the den to save them for when he was hungry again.

It was after his third kill that he found Falcon, unconscious with blood trickling down his face. Ty contemplated simply eating him. Afterall, he had never eaten a heart when it was still beating. But he decided against it, noticing this was a young cat who already had well defined muscles. He would make a great meal, but also a great partner. And if the partnership didn't work out, he could just eat him anymore. Ty dragged him back to his den and waited for him to awake, gorging on the carcass of his last victim while he waited.

Falcon, as the tom was called, woke up a couple days later. And luckily for Ty, he had no memory aside from his name. The perfect opportunity for Ty to mold his very own, ideal minion. And that's exactly what he did. He mentored Falcon on his lifestyle, killing the innocent and oblivious just for the fun of it, and how to target the most appetizing felines. Falcon preferred boring prey, Ty noticed, but that was okay. More for him.
Falcon's heart started to harden, which excited Ty. He began to feel a bond with the young tom, or whatever he was capable of feeling, and the thought of him leaving enraged Ty. He would never let Falcon leave, ever. Falcon was his. No one could steal him.

Ty began to grow worried as Falcon would often stare in the distance, his tail quivering as if he was about to run. Was he having memory flashbacks, or doubts, or something that was going to make him leave? No, he wasn't going anywhere. Ty always broke him out of his trances and brought him back into the den. Falcon usually had headaches after these events, and Ty soothed him, or whatever it was he did. Sometimes, Falcon would mention a dream he had about two cats, one with white fur and a black tail, and one with dark ginger tail. He always spoke fondly of them, with pissed Ty off. He began to start hunting for cats with those appearances. If they were dead, Falcon would stop dreaming about them. He killed a dark ginger she-cat with a white paws, and a white tom with a gray tail and a black ear. But Falcon continued to have the dreams, he just didn't talk about them as much, realizing how much it upset Ty. Ty was like his father now, and Ty thought of Falcon somewhat like a son. Falcon was completely dependent on Ty, since he had poor coordination and his hunting rather sucked. Falcon was wrapped all around Ty's finger, and Ty was intent on keeping him there until he died and fell off.

[Shadow]

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