Twenty-Two [not done]

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TWENTY-TWO
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GENDER
Tom

AGE
29 Moons

RANK
Rogue

CLAN
None

BELIEFS
Twenty-Two believes that the soul haunts whoever took its life. They still have there personality and memories and they often share them with the cat who took their life away. In fact they can have a decent conversation with each other. And if there is more then one they can converse with each other. He believes they appear in the same form they died in, but transparent. He is also fairly sure that they do not go stray from there person. Anything else is just silly, to Twenty-Two. But he isn’t about to confront people about it. No, he would rather accept it in silence.

PARENTS
Tigger - father [dead]
Jenny - mother [dead]

SIBLINGS
Five - sister [np]

MATE
Not yet

CRUSH
Not yet

KITS
Not yet

APPEARANCE
build Twenty-Two is a small cat. Coming from a family of smaller cats, the tom tends to get lost in a mass of cats. Although, this is not a curse to him. He is long in body but his legs are short then most. His tail is long and helps his balance greatly. As for his weight, he is a skinny cat and there is not much on him but his muscles and some fat. He does seem larger then he is though, due to his pelt and the width of his shoulders compared to his body.

pelt The tom is a long haired cat. His pelt seems shaggy and dull, mainly because he only cleans it to keep the knots out. His fur does get shorter as you move up his body and around his paws but down near his tail is very long. As for the colors, the range from grays, whites and cream. His underbelly is off-white and this colors travels to his back legs, although it starts to have brown hints. His chest, chin, mouth and his nose are all white as well. As for the grey, it covers the rest with darker tabby stripes. The signature M cuts into his white nose.

face Twenty-Two’s face is rounded, but flattens out near the top. His ears are sharp and stand out from the softness of his head shape. His chin is nothing special, and his nose is seen clearly. His mouth is pulled into a small scowl most of the time. His eyes are narrow and dull green. His pupils are very small and almost unnoticeable for the most part of the day. He has long white whiskers that seem odd on him. As if they weigh down face.

PERSONALITY
minimum of five sentence description

SKILS
ambush Light on his paws, and well aware of which direction the wind is going, Twenty-Two made for the perfect ambusher. He is intelligent and his memory is fairly good, so his he knew when his target would be. Hiding spots came easy too him, it was the finishing off that had the tom a bit stumped.

speed Twenty-Two was always good at running away. It got him out of a number of situations. It also won him some games as a younger cat. His long tail helps him balance, and his light weight makes it so that he can really move it.

hunting The tom could have been a great hunter. Unfortunately, He never had the real need to learn after he joined One's band. When he can, he avoids it like the plague. Although quiet on his paws, Twenty-Two can never find the right spot to jump. Or when to just stop trying to chase squirrel up a tree.

HISTORY
Twenty-Two was born Alex and into a nice little loner family. His birth took the total number of family members to four. His mother, Jenny, had lived a life of many small adventures. Traveling where her paws took her until she crossed paths with Tigger, his father. It was instant love, or so the story was told, and the two joined together. They set off on their own adventures, practically attached at the hip, until they stumbled across the adventure of child-birth.

Jenny had been a health cat mainly all her life, but as her kits were born something went horribly wrong. Tigger had always told them it hadn’t been anyones fault. Just some freak accident after Twenty-Two was born. Actually, the way Tigger told it, it was very romantic. She had laid their, losing blood rapidly, with her kits by her side. She had looked up and into the eyes of her mate. Whispering the words I love you before closing her eyes forever.

The tom knew what happened next for certain. His father was not a dumb cat, so after burring and grieving for his mate, he rounded up his kits and found a surrogate mother. This she-cat’s name was Sophie and she cared for the two young ones as if they were her own. Twenty-two, who never really knew his really mother, felt a bond with this she-cat. And he loved her but it all shattered as soon as they were weaned. Tigger, not bearing to stay in the area where Jenny died, leaped at the opportunity to leave. Taking the little group far and wide with constant looks over his shoulder.

It was a long time before they settled down again. Throughout the moons of travel, they had stopped many times but something had set off his father each time. Sending the strong tom off in a hurry. Twenty-Two was aging now and he was beginning to notice these things but he couldn’t pinpoint a reason. It was during these moons that he grew attracted to his sister. Confessing his worries about what scared his father so, among other things. She had always reassured him but she always kept herself distant, something Twenty-Two was use to. There had been a point in time when he had wished that something was wrong, but now a days he could not remember.

When he was 15 moons, Twenty-Two’s world shattered in front of him, once again. It was then that he realized what scared his father. And how his mother really died. He had been sleeping when his family had been taken. He had woken up in a completely different place. His father’s body was sprawled to his left. The tom’s throat had dried blood on it and as he reached out towards him he was cold. The tom had fainted in shock. The next time he woke he was greeted by his sister, who was very much alive. In his joy he had sprung forward towards. Only to be thrown to the ground by two toms by her side. She had snickered to him and dismissed her bodyguards, calling by numbers.

“Morning, Twenty-two.” Was all he could remember her saying. Of course she had said other things. Explained what had happened to his father, he had refused to compromise and had tried to attack a cat named One. A claw to his throat had been his punishment. She also told him about how she had come to meet One. And the best of all, how his mother had died.

This cat named One had a group of cats, each of their names replaced with a number. These cats were hand picked by One, himself, and trained by One’s original followers. These cats were trained assassins. Leasing out there skills to troubled Clans and the like. They demanded protection, shelter, food, water, new recruits or whatever else they needed. Before Jenny had met Tigger, she had been involved with One. When she left him he flew into a fit of rage. Promising to seek revenge, on everyone she ever held dear, he kept his word. Five, Twenty-Two’s sister, was just an added bonus. She had plotted with the tom, just happy to be doing something new for a change.

Five still had emotions, and that was what kept Twenty-Two alive. She couldn’t lose both of her remain family in one day. She was all for moving on, but even crazy killers have a bond with there family. So she persuaded One to keep the poor tom. Promising him, that in time, Twenty-Two would be a valuable asset to the group. So the tom was kept and One let Five try to teach him to become an assassin.

Unfortunately for the she-cat, Twenty-Two just couldn’t bring himself to kill another cat. It was to horrifying. Time was running out for the tom, though. Even his sister was growing tired of him. She had tried everything in her power to convince him. It was around this time that Little joined the band. Little was a special tom and who ever had named him had a sick sense of humor.

Little was, in fact, a huge cat. His shoulders were broad and he was thick. He oozed confidence and demanded authority. Yet Little has his soft spots, mainly for the weird, and he spent time dedicated to the cats he took under his wing. When he joined One’s group, were he quickly made his way to the top, he adopted Twenty-Two. Five readily handed over her problem.

Twenty-Two began to trust Little. Truly trust the tom. A bond that he had not felt for a long time, not since Lily. He began to turn to Little for everything. Almost forgetting to think himself sometimes. It was around this time Little started putting thoughts into the younger toms head. Telling him it would be for the greater good of the world, if he would just get rid off a few certain cats. There were too many cats anyway! Wasn't there?

When Twenty-Two was twenty-four moons old he took another cats life. It was a low key mission, of One’s, and Little had been by his side coaching him all the way. The whole ordeal made him terrified and excited at the same time. The scariest thing of all was the next morning. He had woken up with the cat he had killed whispering in his ear. It was a good thing that the tom had wanted to die, other wise Twenty-Two would have never helped One again. But this special cat had wanted his life ended, to some extant. So although he was sad to be parted from his Clan, he could not push guilt onto Twenty-Two as some of the later ones.

This event started Twenty-Two’s career with One. Little was always close by, and the souls of the cats piled up. He kept up his killing with the thought that he was doing good ringing in his mind.

While Twenty-Two turned twenty-eight moons, he was stuffed onto a case. It took him away from the camp for a good portion of the evening. During this time, the Clan they had been terrorizing took revenge. Although brilliant fighters, One’s cats were no match for the many angry Clan cats who had caught them unaware. There was great slaughter on both sides but the Clan became the clear winner when there was only two of One’s cats left. The one who betrayed them, or Seven, and Twenty-Two.

When Twenty-Two came back to camp. The scent and the sight was horrific. And he doesn’t remember much after that. The tom fell back onto what he knew back. But he couldn’t follow through with the jobs, the ones he could get. Little’s idea didn’t seem as strong without the tom telling him it everyday. So Twenty-Two stuck to traveling and that is what he has been doing for a moon.