Roderick // Loner

Roderick [Rory]
pictures; x x x x << Pics are for when he's older yups
Age: 3 moons [welp still a babeh]
Gender: tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Short Description: Compact silver ticked tabby tom with green-blue eyes.

Appearance:

Although too young to really know how he will turn out, as a kit he is quite small. Smaller then most kits at his age. He is compactly built, with short stout legs and paws a bit too big as most kit's are. His body is quite similar - robust overall though he doesn't exactly exude an air of strength.

His coat is quite thick and white based, the hairs over his back and flank tipped grey and black to shade him overall silver. Although a tabby coat he has no recognizable markings one would expect. The darkest portion of his coat runs down along his dorsal, from his brow to the tip of his tail. His paws are a bit darker then his flank, as well as his tail; a few faint tabby stripes wrap around the tip and are probably the only visible ones on his body.

His head is more rounded then angles, and their features are set close together; large round eyes, short muzzle, and a cute tan triangular nose. His whiskers are white and stick out more to the sides then curve. They are quite long and rather haphazardly stuck in his muzzle. His eyes are large and round, shaped and tilted just enough that he seems to have an almost constant startled or worried look to them. They stand out even more as the black skin that outlines them lays against mostly white fur. His ears are rather straight and tall, set at a slight outwards angle on his head. They are not excessive in size.

Personality:

He's a somewhat nervous individual. His sisters constant attention did little to ease the trait as he grew and he is often on edge - easy to startle. Along with his overactive nerves the little tom has little self-confidence. He was never good at play fighting and his sisters taunts and attempts to 'de-wuss' him only shamed him about his disability to relax. It bleed into other areas as well; he had little confidence in his body -already smaller then most- and any abilities pertaining to it.

Despite this he is very earnest. He tries to do things to the best of his ability, even if he is quaking in his paws at the same time. Of course he often finds himself lacking in every manner and isn't one to boast or show off. Quite the opposite, he speaks very little about himself in any way. He considers praise something close to unobtainable for him and gets very flustered if anything of the sort is directed to him. Most often he'll try to deflect it somehow.

He finds conflict slightly terrifying, especially the physical kind and isn't one to initiate any sort. Despite this sensitivity he is more comfortable surrounded by other cats. Somehow ending up alone is probably his worst fear, as he feels like he cannot count on himself to survive if the situation called for it.

History:

Roderick was born to a young kitty-pet she-cat. Although she was a determined mother she was quite poorly after her litter's birth. Unable to care fully for her three kits her humans took on the majority of care for their first month. As such the kits had a very close relationship with their human caregivers and, despite their large lumbering forms, were quite at ease with them. Roderick and his two sisters were quite different and the smaller tom often found himself attracted to the windows and glass doors. His mother noticed his curiosity and often spent quite a lot of time with the kit, talking about the outside world.

As much as his mother was dedicated and caring in her motherhood there was a sort of distance to her as well. Roderick was far too young to really notice, or to gleam the reason for it but he knew how happy her attention made him. He spent more time then his sisters, who were very active and mischievous, with his mother. They spent the time talking, the kit's curiosity only growing as she spoke of the world outside of the house.

At one point, just past Roderick's two month mark, she asked him if he would like to actually go outside. As his nature the young tom was nervous about the endeavor, especially since his mother was acting strangely about it. He couldn't understand the change but his curiosity won out over his nerves. He didn't want to disappoint his mother. This seemed like it was very important act.

That's when he met the big tom. She had told the young kit much about the cats that roamed the wild without humans to go back to. She hadn't exactly told him that all were big, bloodthirsty monsters that wanted to eat young kits, but the look the odd-faced cat had given him -the kit half hidden behind his mother's haunches- hadn't been the friendliest. She shooed him from her protection then, wanting to talk to the gangly tom alone. The idea of being alone terrified the silver kit but over the course of their hushed conversation he managed to make his way around the yard.

Despite being able to fulfill his curiosity the kit was happy to be called back. He was cold and he knew a meal was close at hand by the gnawing in his belly. It was that night he was told that two days later he would be leaving with the older tom. As scared as he was, having to leave everything his young self knew, his mother managed to console him.

So, two days later he left with the loner tom Torque.