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Name: Rasputin
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Size Reference
Description:
Rasputin is a gargantuan tom, compared to clan cats, due to his breed and the fact that the breeders responsible for his birth were aiming to produce the largest maine coons possible. Weighing at around 20 pounds, this cat is made of both soft fluff and dense muscle - and he is exactly the kind of cat you wouldn’t want to attack without a second thought. His legs aren’t particularly long but they are certainly stocky and big-boned, accompanied by powerful shoulders and a feather-plume of a tail. His head and muzzle are broad and large, adorned with an incredibly thick mane of fur. The mix of these attributes give him an almost regal appearance, but his personality is far more humble than snob.
Rasputin’s fur is a mix of brown, tawny, tan, black and white - all mixed together in a tabby-like pattern.His thick fur gives an almost mottled impression to the pattern, making him blend easily into woodland scenery. Along his face, the ebony stripes are intricate and beautiful, encircling his paler muzzle, dark pink nose and light green eyes. However, the stripes along his side thicken and narrow at random; almost like a shadowy reflection of the riverbed has been splashed across his pelt.
In short, Rasputin is certainly the kind of tom you’d look at twice.
Description Summary:
A gigantic brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.
Personality:
Rasputin is no where near as fearsome or as power-dominant as his appearance suggests; this particular tom is very down to earth and prefers affection and kindness to greed and violence. He believes that the most powerful healing factor within a cat’s reach is love and is determined to spread as much of it as he can - by being a huge flirt. Toms, she-cats, unknown - he will flirt with every and each feline he comes across in order to make them feel loved and welcomed, which usually leads to all kinds of troubles.
Rasputin is wiser than he seems and loves to contemplate things that he considers bigger than himself; What are stars and dreams made of? What is birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers? Are foxes and badgers capable of the same love we are? His favourite hobby is to make predictions about how things will turn out, even if he won’t live long enough to see if he was right. Upon finding the clans, Rasputin becomes very interested in the belief of Starclan and will attempt to seek out each clan’s leader and medicine cat, to ask them on their views of the subject. It’s unclear why Rasputin is so interested and he’ll usually laugh off the question, claiming his curiosity is his strongest flaw. However, perhaps he thinks, maybe this starclan will be able to show him how to find the love he once lose.
Although not loyal, Rasputin completely respects a cat’s boundaries and a clan’s territory. However, boundaries mean different things to Rasputin. He will continue to flirt with a cat, even if they make it very clear they have a mate, but there will be no meaning behind his silver words - only friendly affection. As for a clan’s borders, he will cross them without worry but he point-blank refuses to hunt on their lands, seeing it as a blasphemous betrayal of trust. One of his most annoying habits is glossing over a cat’s words whenever he is challenged about these behaviours, always trying to trail his conversations back to flirtatious remarks or deep thinking.
Thankfully, Rasputin hates using his size as a fight advantage. This tom is incredibly laid-back and prefers the belief “love conquers all”. In fact, the thought of violence and blood makes the tom nauseous and, although he’d be competent in a fight, he’ll mop and whine about the battle for ages afterwards.
History:
Rasputin's parents never shared love, which probably started him on his strong want for it. They were bred together by the will of their twolegs, resulting in the birth of Rasputin and four siblings. They never met their father and, of course, their mother didn't have any stories about him. She was called Elisabeth, named as a kit by her twolegs. Elisabeth didn't name her kits, since she believed it was tradition for the twolegs to do so. In a way, this formed a boundary between herself and her offspring - she wasn't a bad mother, she just distanced herself from them to avoid heartbreak when they were taken away by other twolegs.
Along with Rasputin, there were Rosalie, Rodger, Rascal and Stalin. These names had no meaning to the kits but they were fun to say and were the only names they knew each other by. Like all kits, they played and bothered one another relentlessly - Elisabeth watching on from a table or couch. Rasputin believed that he was destined to stay with his mother and siblings and was very heartbroken when they were separated when their mother's milk ran dry. Rasputin was taken away first by a blonde-furred female twoleg. As she picked him up, he wailed for his siblings and mother. His siblings wailed back, attempting to chase the twoleg as she made to leave the nest they had grew up in. Rascal, even tried to bite the twoleg's ankles, but the four were shoved back by Elisabeth - who watched her son leave in silence, a smothered sadness echoing in her gaze.
Rasputin was very unsure of his new home in the beginning; staying crouched in a corner for a few days and trembling whenever his new twoleg approached or touched him. However, as the days went on, he became more comfortable in his environment although his loneliness didn’t change and he missed his siblings every single day.
The tom grew quickly, surpassing even his father’s size, but he still ached inside his chest for affection and love - his twoleg loved him, yes, but it wasn’t the same as another cat to talk to. It didn’t help that he was kept inside, although he made a few acquaintances by catching the attention of outdoor kittypets and talking to them through the glass. A rare few would stop and chat but they’d leave after a short while, being too busy to stick around for long.
His sister Rosalie had been blessed enough with twolegs that let her outside and she stopped by often, leaving Rasputin wanting her back each time she had to leave. The two complimented each other brilliantly. Rasputin’s laid-back nature fitting in with Rosalie’s light-hearted jokes. He often expressed his desire to be outside as well and Rosalie always joked that he should squeeze his fat butt through a keyhole.
One fateful day, Rasputin spotted that his twoleg had left open a window in their bedroom after leaving for work. Somehow, he managed to squeeze his large frame through the gap but he slipped and landed heavily on his side. After wheezing for a few moments, the tom managed to stand back up again, his leg aching badly from the fall.
Rasputin didn’t let his injury falter him and he ran down the street, ignoring the few startled cries from the twolegs that were still about. Nobody tried to grab him, assuming he was just another cat going about his business. Rasputin finally slowed to a halt under some bushes in a nearby park. His leg ached like mad and he had already become aware of his hunger. Maybe this was a mistake… but it was too late to turn back now, as a quick glance around informed Rasputin that he was incredibly lost.
He fell asleep below that bush and awoke to a grey, wet morning. He had seen rain before but he had never felt it. Each drop made him jump but his thick pelt protected him from the drizzle and he soon became used to the random taps he felt. As he wandered the alleyways, he saw a few rats every now and then and attempted to catch them; each time turning up empty handed. He ate what scraps he found in the bins but it wasn’t enough to provide for a cat of his breed and he soon began to drop weight rapidly.
Crawling under a few pallets in a junkyard, Rasputin became aware of just how alone he was now. At least in the house, his twoleg kept him company and the occasional kittypet spoke to him. Out here, the twolegs hissed and kicked at him and each kittypet that saw him abruptly fled the other direction. He sniffed deeply, planning to sleep, when a strong scent wafted into his nose - accompanied by an angry growl.
“HEY! Get out of my spot!” Looking up, Rasputin’s jaw dropped as he saw the most beautiful, angry she-cat he had ever seen. Her fur was a pale cream with dark orange stripes around her face, legs and tail - the blue of her eyes was so deep he felt like he was drowning. He quickl shut his jaw out of fear of looking rude and due to the fact that she had just lightly smacked him in the mouth.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ve nowhere else to go.” He explained, shuffling his paws.
“Neither do I, buster, now scram.” She rolled her eyes, casting a frown over Rasputin’s ragged sides; his thick pelt doing little to hide his scrawniness. “What’s the matter with you? Never learned how to hunt?” She scoffed.
“...No.” Rasputin murmured, looking downcast towards the ground.
“What?! You’re a cat! All cats should know how to hunt!” The cream she-cat stared at Rasputin like he had grown a second head and she forcefully wedged herself under the pallet as well; her sweet scent coating Rasputin’s nose like a perfume. “Damn stray, look, I’ll teach you tomorrow how to hunt but then you get lost, got it?”
“Yes, thank you! My name’s Rasputin.” He purred loudly, looking at her expectantly for a name back.
“...Katherine. Now go to sleep.”
“Katherine, of course, only the most beautiful name would suit such a beautiful ca-” Before he could finish his attempt at flirting, Rasputin was silenced by a firm tail slapping across his muzzle.
“No no, none of that. Now shut up.” Katherine said, wrapping her paws over her ears to indicate she was done talking.
“Yes ma’am…”
With Rasputin’s undeniable charm and Katherine’s pity for the skeletal creature that had hunched under her pallet, the tom ended up staying for more than one day - Katherine demanding he stayed until she taught him proper techniques, complaining that his hunting put all cats to shame and it was a miracle he had survived this long.
Over two years, the two became close and Rasputin’s weight was back up to what it used to be; eating freshkill alongside dumpster scraps that he and Katherine dug out together, although he always gave the best bits of the meat to her. She used to turn her nose up at eating twoleg scraps, her mother and father having been wild cats, used to eating fresh prey. However, during the winter months, Katherine was forced to admit that it was easier to eat scraps as well as precious prey they caught - though she threatened to claw Rasputin’s ears off if he ever mentioned she was wrong.
Katherine’s thorny exterior relaxed when the two were alone, she and Rasputin having conversations that would go on for hours until both were too exhausted to talk anymore. Rasputin remained the love-loving rascal he was and Katherine still hated being flirted with, although she’d just tap him on the nose in an irritated way.
One day, the two were skirting the edge of a road when Rasputin spotted something very strange. He had seen roadkill before, including the odd cat that made his heart wrench, but there was something very familiar about this pelt. Katherine had been a few fox-lengths ahead and she neared the body first but instead of leaving it be, she paused and stared at the mass of fur - yowling to Rasputin. “She’s still alive!”
Frozen in place for a few seconds, Rasputin broke out of his daze and rushed over, staring at the tabby she-cat. He stared for a few more seconds before a choked sob echoed in his throat. It was his sister Rosalie. Calling her name desperately, Rasputin circled around her until they were nose to nose. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused but when Rasputin stopped in front of her, a weak purr rolled off her tongue. Rosalie tried to speak but the words came out as gargles, the impact having damaged her internally. Rasputin curled around his sister’s form and purred into her ear, holding back grief-filled sobs until Rosalie wouldn’t hear them. After a few seconds of silence, Katherine curled around the other side of Rosalie, whispering calm words into Rasputin’s ears as she licked his forehead.
They stayed there for several hours, until the last breath and warmth left Rosalie’s body; her soft purr paused in her throat. Rasputin refused to move away from his sister but Katherine kept nudging him quietly until the tom staggered to his feet and moved away, mewling a forlorn goodbye under his breath.
Rasputin and Katherine sought shelter in a hollowed tree log that night; Katherine curling up against Rasputin’s, still whispering words of comfort in the tom’s ears. Finally, she said a few words that seemed to break the tom’s stillness.
“You know, you can name one of our kits’ after her.”
Rasputin stared at Katherine as she kept grooming him, the words ticking away in the back of his head until they finally clicked into meaning.
“WHAT?!”
Two months had passed and Rasputin, although still sad over his sister’s passing, had overcome most of his grief; Katherine’s pregnancy a welcome distraction. She still insisted on leading the way wherever they went, her kit-heavy belly painfully obvious in each step. One day, she flopped down under a tree in a park - too exhausted to walk any further.
“Ugh, I hate being fat!”
“You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.”
“Same difference!
“Not rea-” A grouchy growl from his mate put a halt to Rasputin’s words and he purred, rubbing his cheek against hers. “I’ll scout ahead, you take it easy.”
The last thing he heard as he walked away was an annoyed retort muttered under her breath and a quiet sigh of relief. He kept wandering, finally finding a little enclave near a pond that they could rest. Proud of his find, he began to trot back to Katherine when he heard a god awful screech, excited baying and a twoleg yowling. Fear gripped his heart with icy talons and he sprinted towards the noise, shocked at what he saw.
Two dog had grabbed Katherine, shaking her harshly as the twoleg tried to drag the two away from the cat without succession. A pure frothy rage he had never felt before slammed a red haze over his eyes and he lunged forward, raking sharp claws across one of the dog’s eyes. It let go with a yowl of pain, blinded by blood, and its friend took a lunge at Rasputin - who jumped backwards and sliced again, this time across its nose. Angry beyond belief, Rasputin drew himself up to his full height and let out a ear-bleeding screech - the twoleg managing to drag away the two injured, bewildered dogs before further harm was committed.
Unfortunately, it was too late. As Rasputin spun around to check on Katherine, it was clear by her dull eyes that there was no point. The tom wanted to scream and yowl, he wanted to find the dogs and rip their throats out - the first violent thoughts he had ever had, but what was the point? Heart and head heavy, Rasputin sunk down onto the ground beside Katherine and rested his head on her belly, feeling the last few movements from their precious kits within.
“I love you.” He said, sobs choking his words as he let himself break down - burying his muzzle into her cream-coloured fur.
Rasputin couldn’t stay in that town anymore, he had to leave. He didn’t know why but he knew that every precious memory he had with Katherine would soon turn sick and bitter by the looming fact of her death. He couldn’t do that, not to her.
Thinking about where to head, his thoughts turned to the river that fed into the town’s lake. With no better option, he decided to follow its trail; the bubbling stream making his thoughts numb with sound. He hunted when appropriate and rested when his paws were raw but otherwise he kept going, half-heartedly flirting with a few passersby he saw but never halting on his journey.
His journey to the clan lands took several long moons, almost a year in total, and his paws were rubbed raw and sore - bleeding from the strain of his journey and heavy heart.
Currently, Rasputin will reach Starclan’s claws - at which point the scent of all the clans will distract him from travelling, unless a warrior finds him first. He won;t be able to travel any further for a time, for his paws will have been damaged badly, one of which will likely become infected without treatment.
RP Example: nope
Other:
-rasputin’s a bi boi (to be purchased)
-he flirt coz he hurtin inside ;-;
Were You Referred? nay
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Size Reference
Description:
Rasputin is a gargantuan tom, compared to clan cats, due to his breed and the fact that the breeders responsible for his birth were aiming to produce the largest maine coons possible. Weighing at around 20 pounds, this cat is made of both soft fluff and dense muscle - and he is exactly the kind of cat you wouldn’t want to attack without a second thought. His legs aren’t particularly long but they are certainly stocky and big-boned, accompanied by powerful shoulders and a feather-plume of a tail. His head and muzzle are broad and large, adorned with an incredibly thick mane of fur. The mix of these attributes give him an almost regal appearance, but his personality is far more humble than snob.
Rasputin’s fur is a mix of brown, tawny, tan, black and white - all mixed together in a tabby-like pattern.His thick fur gives an almost mottled impression to the pattern, making him blend easily into woodland scenery. Along his face, the ebony stripes are intricate and beautiful, encircling his paler muzzle, dark pink nose and light green eyes. However, the stripes along his side thicken and narrow at random; almost like a shadowy reflection of the riverbed has been splashed across his pelt.
In short, Rasputin is certainly the kind of tom you’d look at twice.
Description Summary:
A gigantic brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.
Personality:
Rasputin is no where near as fearsome or as power-dominant as his appearance suggests; this particular tom is very down to earth and prefers affection and kindness to greed and violence. He believes that the most powerful healing factor within a cat’s reach is love and is determined to spread as much of it as he can - by being a huge flirt. Toms, she-cats, unknown - he will flirt with every and each feline he comes across in order to make them feel loved and welcomed, which usually leads to all kinds of troubles.
Rasputin is wiser than he seems and loves to contemplate things that he considers bigger than himself; What are stars and dreams made of? What is birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers? Are foxes and badgers capable of the same love we are? His favourite hobby is to make predictions about how things will turn out, even if he won’t live long enough to see if he was right. Upon finding the clans, Rasputin becomes very interested in the belief of Starclan and will attempt to seek out each clan’s leader and medicine cat, to ask them on their views of the subject. It’s unclear why Rasputin is so interested and he’ll usually laugh off the question, claiming his curiosity is his strongest flaw. However, perhaps he thinks, maybe this starclan will be able to show him how to find the love he once lose.
Although not loyal, Rasputin completely respects a cat’s boundaries and a clan’s territory. However, boundaries mean different things to Rasputin. He will continue to flirt with a cat, even if they make it very clear they have a mate, but there will be no meaning behind his silver words - only friendly affection. As for a clan’s borders, he will cross them without worry but he point-blank refuses to hunt on their lands, seeing it as a blasphemous betrayal of trust. One of his most annoying habits is glossing over a cat’s words whenever he is challenged about these behaviours, always trying to trail his conversations back to flirtatious remarks or deep thinking.
Thankfully, Rasputin hates using his size as a fight advantage. This tom is incredibly laid-back and prefers the belief “love conquers all”. In fact, the thought of violence and blood makes the tom nauseous and, although he’d be competent in a fight, he’ll mop and whine about the battle for ages afterwards.
History:
Rasputin's parents never shared love, which probably started him on his strong want for it. They were bred together by the will of their twolegs, resulting in the birth of Rasputin and four siblings. They never met their father and, of course, their mother didn't have any stories about him. She was called Elisabeth, named as a kit by her twolegs. Elisabeth didn't name her kits, since she believed it was tradition for the twolegs to do so. In a way, this formed a boundary between herself and her offspring - she wasn't a bad mother, she just distanced herself from them to avoid heartbreak when they were taken away by other twolegs.
Along with Rasputin, there were Rosalie, Rodger, Rascal and Stalin. These names had no meaning to the kits but they were fun to say and were the only names they knew each other by. Like all kits, they played and bothered one another relentlessly - Elisabeth watching on from a table or couch. Rasputin believed that he was destined to stay with his mother and siblings and was very heartbroken when they were separated when their mother's milk ran dry. Rasputin was taken away first by a blonde-furred female twoleg. As she picked him up, he wailed for his siblings and mother. His siblings wailed back, attempting to chase the twoleg as she made to leave the nest they had grew up in. Rascal, even tried to bite the twoleg's ankles, but the four were shoved back by Elisabeth - who watched her son leave in silence, a smothered sadness echoing in her gaze.
Rasputin was very unsure of his new home in the beginning; staying crouched in a corner for a few days and trembling whenever his new twoleg approached or touched him. However, as the days went on, he became more comfortable in his environment although his loneliness didn’t change and he missed his siblings every single day.
The tom grew quickly, surpassing even his father’s size, but he still ached inside his chest for affection and love - his twoleg loved him, yes, but it wasn’t the same as another cat to talk to. It didn’t help that he was kept inside, although he made a few acquaintances by catching the attention of outdoor kittypets and talking to them through the glass. A rare few would stop and chat but they’d leave after a short while, being too busy to stick around for long.
His sister Rosalie had been blessed enough with twolegs that let her outside and she stopped by often, leaving Rasputin wanting her back each time she had to leave. The two complimented each other brilliantly. Rasputin’s laid-back nature fitting in with Rosalie’s light-hearted jokes. He often expressed his desire to be outside as well and Rosalie always joked that he should squeeze his fat butt through a keyhole.
One fateful day, Rasputin spotted that his twoleg had left open a window in their bedroom after leaving for work. Somehow, he managed to squeeze his large frame through the gap but he slipped and landed heavily on his side. After wheezing for a few moments, the tom managed to stand back up again, his leg aching badly from the fall.
Rasputin didn’t let his injury falter him and he ran down the street, ignoring the few startled cries from the twolegs that were still about. Nobody tried to grab him, assuming he was just another cat going about his business. Rasputin finally slowed to a halt under some bushes in a nearby park. His leg ached like mad and he had already become aware of his hunger. Maybe this was a mistake… but it was too late to turn back now, as a quick glance around informed Rasputin that he was incredibly lost.
He fell asleep below that bush and awoke to a grey, wet morning. He had seen rain before but he had never felt it. Each drop made him jump but his thick pelt protected him from the drizzle and he soon became used to the random taps he felt. As he wandered the alleyways, he saw a few rats every now and then and attempted to catch them; each time turning up empty handed. He ate what scraps he found in the bins but it wasn’t enough to provide for a cat of his breed and he soon began to drop weight rapidly.
Crawling under a few pallets in a junkyard, Rasputin became aware of just how alone he was now. At least in the house, his twoleg kept him company and the occasional kittypet spoke to him. Out here, the twolegs hissed and kicked at him and each kittypet that saw him abruptly fled the other direction. He sniffed deeply, planning to sleep, when a strong scent wafted into his nose - accompanied by an angry growl.
“HEY! Get out of my spot!” Looking up, Rasputin’s jaw dropped as he saw the most beautiful, angry she-cat he had ever seen. Her fur was a pale cream with dark orange stripes around her face, legs and tail - the blue of her eyes was so deep he felt like he was drowning. He quickl shut his jaw out of fear of looking rude and due to the fact that she had just lightly smacked him in the mouth.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ve nowhere else to go.” He explained, shuffling his paws.
“Neither do I, buster, now scram.” She rolled her eyes, casting a frown over Rasputin’s ragged sides; his thick pelt doing little to hide his scrawniness. “What’s the matter with you? Never learned how to hunt?” She scoffed.
“...No.” Rasputin murmured, looking downcast towards the ground.
“What?! You’re a cat! All cats should know how to hunt!” The cream she-cat stared at Rasputin like he had grown a second head and she forcefully wedged herself under the pallet as well; her sweet scent coating Rasputin’s nose like a perfume. “Damn stray, look, I’ll teach you tomorrow how to hunt but then you get lost, got it?”
“Yes, thank you! My name’s Rasputin.” He purred loudly, looking at her expectantly for a name back.
“...Katherine. Now go to sleep.”
“Katherine, of course, only the most beautiful name would suit such a beautiful ca-” Before he could finish his attempt at flirting, Rasputin was silenced by a firm tail slapping across his muzzle.
“No no, none of that. Now shut up.” Katherine said, wrapping her paws over her ears to indicate she was done talking.
“Yes ma’am…”
With Rasputin’s undeniable charm and Katherine’s pity for the skeletal creature that had hunched under her pallet, the tom ended up staying for more than one day - Katherine demanding he stayed until she taught him proper techniques, complaining that his hunting put all cats to shame and it was a miracle he had survived this long.
Over two years, the two became close and Rasputin’s weight was back up to what it used to be; eating freshkill alongside dumpster scraps that he and Katherine dug out together, although he always gave the best bits of the meat to her. She used to turn her nose up at eating twoleg scraps, her mother and father having been wild cats, used to eating fresh prey. However, during the winter months, Katherine was forced to admit that it was easier to eat scraps as well as precious prey they caught - though she threatened to claw Rasputin’s ears off if he ever mentioned she was wrong.
Katherine’s thorny exterior relaxed when the two were alone, she and Rasputin having conversations that would go on for hours until both were too exhausted to talk anymore. Rasputin remained the love-loving rascal he was and Katherine still hated being flirted with, although she’d just tap him on the nose in an irritated way.
One day, the two were skirting the edge of a road when Rasputin spotted something very strange. He had seen roadkill before, including the odd cat that made his heart wrench, but there was something very familiar about this pelt. Katherine had been a few fox-lengths ahead and she neared the body first but instead of leaving it be, she paused and stared at the mass of fur - yowling to Rasputin. “She’s still alive!”
Frozen in place for a few seconds, Rasputin broke out of his daze and rushed over, staring at the tabby she-cat. He stared for a few more seconds before a choked sob echoed in his throat. It was his sister Rosalie. Calling her name desperately, Rasputin circled around her until they were nose to nose. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused but when Rasputin stopped in front of her, a weak purr rolled off her tongue. Rosalie tried to speak but the words came out as gargles, the impact having damaged her internally. Rasputin curled around his sister’s form and purred into her ear, holding back grief-filled sobs until Rosalie wouldn’t hear them. After a few seconds of silence, Katherine curled around the other side of Rosalie, whispering calm words into Rasputin’s ears as she licked his forehead.
They stayed there for several hours, until the last breath and warmth left Rosalie’s body; her soft purr paused in her throat. Rasputin refused to move away from his sister but Katherine kept nudging him quietly until the tom staggered to his feet and moved away, mewling a forlorn goodbye under his breath.
Rasputin and Katherine sought shelter in a hollowed tree log that night; Katherine curling up against Rasputin’s, still whispering words of comfort in the tom’s ears. Finally, she said a few words that seemed to break the tom’s stillness.
“You know, you can name one of our kits’ after her.”
Rasputin stared at Katherine as she kept grooming him, the words ticking away in the back of his head until they finally clicked into meaning.
“WHAT?!”
Two months had passed and Rasputin, although still sad over his sister’s passing, had overcome most of his grief; Katherine’s pregnancy a welcome distraction. She still insisted on leading the way wherever they went, her kit-heavy belly painfully obvious in each step. One day, she flopped down under a tree in a park - too exhausted to walk any further.
“Ugh, I hate being fat!”
“You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.”
“Same difference!
“Not rea-” A grouchy growl from his mate put a halt to Rasputin’s words and he purred, rubbing his cheek against hers. “I’ll scout ahead, you take it easy.”
The last thing he heard as he walked away was an annoyed retort muttered under her breath and a quiet sigh of relief. He kept wandering, finally finding a little enclave near a pond that they could rest. Proud of his find, he began to trot back to Katherine when he heard a god awful screech, excited baying and a twoleg yowling. Fear gripped his heart with icy talons and he sprinted towards the noise, shocked at what he saw.
Two dog had grabbed Katherine, shaking her harshly as the twoleg tried to drag the two away from the cat without succession. A pure frothy rage he had never felt before slammed a red haze over his eyes and he lunged forward, raking sharp claws across one of the dog’s eyes. It let go with a yowl of pain, blinded by blood, and its friend took a lunge at Rasputin - who jumped backwards and sliced again, this time across its nose. Angry beyond belief, Rasputin drew himself up to his full height and let out a ear-bleeding screech - the twoleg managing to drag away the two injured, bewildered dogs before further harm was committed.
Unfortunately, it was too late. As Rasputin spun around to check on Katherine, it was clear by her dull eyes that there was no point. The tom wanted to scream and yowl, he wanted to find the dogs and rip their throats out - the first violent thoughts he had ever had, but what was the point? Heart and head heavy, Rasputin sunk down onto the ground beside Katherine and rested his head on her belly, feeling the last few movements from their precious kits within.
“I love you.” He said, sobs choking his words as he let himself break down - burying his muzzle into her cream-coloured fur.
Rasputin couldn’t stay in that town anymore, he had to leave. He didn’t know why but he knew that every precious memory he had with Katherine would soon turn sick and bitter by the looming fact of her death. He couldn’t do that, not to her.
Thinking about where to head, his thoughts turned to the river that fed into the town’s lake. With no better option, he decided to follow its trail; the bubbling stream making his thoughts numb with sound. He hunted when appropriate and rested when his paws were raw but otherwise he kept going, half-heartedly flirting with a few passersby he saw but never halting on his journey.
His journey to the clan lands took several long moons, almost a year in total, and his paws were rubbed raw and sore - bleeding from the strain of his journey and heavy heart.
Currently, Rasputin will reach Starclan’s claws - at which point the scent of all the clans will distract him from travelling, unless a warrior finds him first. He won;t be able to travel any further for a time, for his paws will have been damaged badly, one of which will likely become infected without treatment.
RP Example: nope
Other:
-rasputin’s a bi boi (to be purchased)
-he flirt coz he hurtin inside ;-;
Were You Referred? nay