DETAILS
CREATED: RYESCREATES, 20/01/28
OBTAINED: RYESCREATES, 20/01/28, $1.50
AGE: 22 MOONS
GENDER: TOM
SPECIES: CAT
ATTRIBUTES: LARGE, STURDY, INCREDIBLY THICK-FURRED, MANE-LIKE NECKFUR, DOE-EYED, NARROW EARS
RANK: KITTYPET
RESIDENCE: TWOLEGPLACE
OTHER NOTES: WEARS A LEATHER BELL-COLLAR IN A VARIETY OF COLORS, MOST OFTEN AN INDIGO (#4b0082) COLLAR WITH A PINK (#ffa0fc) BELL

BIOGRAPHY
Catimor is one for the finer things in life, preferring peace and taking action to achieve it. Often this manifests in avoidance or suppression.
His relaxed attitude is aided by his frequent catmint-induced highs.
When faced with stress and difficulty he's Inclined to the route of intense optimism, though it only works for so long.
As incompatible as he felt with Clan life, and as much pain the paw he was dealt had inflicted, he doesn't regret his upbringing. What is grief if not a waste of time and spirit?
Easily influenced.
Has a tendency to zone out and lose his thoughts, even mid-conversation. Some would describe him as air-headed, others a daydreamer.
Creative, Catimor is inclined toward more unconventional methods of problem-solving.
Probably would've made a decent Medicine cat.

STORY
(stories are written from a biased perspective)
Wolfkit was kitted as RiverClan entered leafbare, alongside his littermates Honeykit & Dawnkit. "A miracle from StarClan themselves", they'd say, that they had all made it, though Wolfkit never quite understood what that meant.
Their mother Shimmermist was a nervous one, especially regarding his sister Dawnkit, who had been kitted ill. She wasn't allowed to come out and play often, it was mostly him and Honeykit, and their father Mudstream.
Leafbare not only brought harsh ice and frozen rivers, but illness. An epidemic of greencough had spread through RiverClan, to Shimmermist and her litter. After grueling nights it had passed, but not before taking Dawnkit with it.

This loss dragged down those who remained, hitting Shimmermist especially hard—after all, she was the one who took care of the kit most. Their family had coped in different ways: Wolfkit found it easiest to keep being happy, or at least acting happy, as hollow as he felt; Honeykit spent more time with him; Mudstream shared comforting words, often to seemingly comfort himself; Shimmermist spent her free time away from camp. Shimmermist's walks grew in length until eventually, she didn't return to her Clan.
RiverClan sent out a search patrol for their missing queen. Said patrol had returned not with Shimmermist, but the news that she had tried to join ThunderClan. "RiverClan no longer felt like home", she had said. Wolfkit choked down his feelings of betrayal. If that was what she wanted, surely it was better?
Before he could process what felt like his life being swept from beneath his paws once again, Wolfkit—now Wolfpaw, was enrolled in his apprenticeship, as per the Clan's rigid lifestyle.
His mentor Cherryhaze was pleasant, at least relative to the other apprentices'. Wolfpaw did his best to focus on the aspects he enjoyed rather than what he loathed, but he couldn't shake the pressure of duties and performance, day after day after day.
Remembering what his mother used to do, Wolfpaw began wandering during patrols. Though he still had to bring back fresh-kill lest he receive a scolding, he found the strolls away from Clan territory and the stress of it all to be rather peaceful.
These walks ultimately led him to Twolegplace, and one den in particular, of a sweet she-cat named Sterling. The kittypet invited him to her garden, where they sat among the intoxicating flora and just...spoke. About themselves, their lives, their thoughts and ideas and memories. Soon he had forgotten why he had arrived, where he came from, what he was meant to be doing. He was meant to be here.
The Clan had promised the life of a warrior, whatever that meant. But here, if he chose to stay, he could have a life of serenity.
So he stayed. For the first cat who he truly understood, and who understood him. He took a new name, and not long after, her as his mate.