Timothy is the right size for a tom his age, just about fully grown. He has a sleek, lean build that is firm-muscled beneath his soft coat. He has a few scars slashed throughout his pelt from previous fights with rogues and other wild threats. His fur is short and tends to stick up in random directions quite often, due his carelessness in grooming it. His fur has a white base with random splashes of black spots. His hooked tail is jet-black, as are his pointed ears. Timothy's round eyes are an eerie, piercing blue. They seem to look right through to the back of your skull, as if there was nothing within your head that he couldn't see. There are notes of grey within the pale irises that can only be noticed upon close inspection.
Summary » A black and white short-haired tom with pale blue eyes.
Eye colour » Pale blue. Pelt colour » Black and white. Pelt markings » Marbled. Build » Small, but muscular. Scars » None. Disabilities » None.
Timothy is a very smart tom. He is a quick learner and he can easily figure his way out of situations. The reason he has survived so long alone is not due to brawn, but due to brains. He prefers to use his head rather than brute strength or speed. This extends to everything, even his method of combat or hunting. Tim adapts very quickly to change and new environments. He rarely complains about a situation and tries to see every new challenge as an opportunity. His ability to cope with change has made not having a sturdy home easy for him, because he doesn't mind staying in new places and quickly learns how things operate.
He is a bit of a manipulative cat, not because he enjoys it but because he knows that lies are necessary sometimes to help a cat survive. He will be honest unless he sees that honesty is not the best for the situation. Timothy has no issue with blackmail or bargaining, so long as it benefits him or a cat whose allegiance benefits him.
Timothy isn't really moved by the plights of other cats. He doesn't care about another soul but himself, and it is evident. He finds it very difficult to relate to or remotely understand other felines and their emotions, the only emotions that matter to him are his own. Timothy has grown into a cold, hard cat due to the harsh environment of a lone rogue life. Timothy sees the worst in everything and everyone. He believes that everyone's motives are selfish and displays of kindness or heroism are false and empty. He believes every cat is playing the part of a kind, good-hearted feline, just like he is. He finds arguments otherwise both sad and amusing.
Tim was born into a nightmare. An illegal kitten farm where cats were bred to exhaustion. Tim was adopted out at such an early age that this horror feels more like a distant nightmare, but he does vaguely remember the stench of living in his own waste with his siblings and the filthy condition of their miserable mother. Any attempt to recall the face of his mother fails, as with many kittens born in mills, he was sold out at an early age. Tim was bought by a lonely and elderly woman who didn't know or understand that kitten farms were illegal, or that she was buying a kitten from a kitten farm at all.
The elderly woman named Tim after her own son, who died at a very young age and who the plaintive little kitten reminded her of strongly. Tim was happy at first, he grew to view the elderly twoleg as his mother and found himself feeling at home in the twoleg nest where they lived. A few months later, however, Tim began to notice something strange. His twoleg was growing distracted, forgetful and increasingly distressed. Some days she even forgot to feed Tim. Some days she even shouted at him. He was deeply confused by her behaviour, and even more confused when one day she left the home and did not return. Because the woman had no family, Tim was forgotten. He was shut up inside the house with limited food and water. As he grew, his collar had grown tighter and tigher until it became nearly impossible to breathe.
A rogue cat found him, having figured out how to open one of the lower windows, the cat entered the home and found Tim. The four moon old kitten struggled to breathe through the tight collar. The rogue chewed the collar from around his neck, and that rogue took him away from the twoleg nest and became his new caretaker. They took him away from the twolegplace and began to teach him how to hunt and how to fight. And this cat became Timothy's greatest friend and only parental figure, Gracie. Gracie taught him everything he knew about the wild, and though she was harsh, she was the only family Timothy ever knew. She often preached about the evils of Upwalkers, who she blamed for Timothy's near-death experience. Eventually, when Timothy was old enough to walk, they began to travel as far away from the towns and cities as they could. Timothy and Gracie spent several moons journeying deeper into the wilderness, even further than the farms stretched. This, in turn, led them towards greater dangers. Shelter was harder to find, as the forests and moorlands were teeming with life who had already claimed large sections of land. This included rag-tag groups of rogues, who drove Timothy and Gracie out as "trespassers". Eventually, the two came to settle very near the territories of the Clans. The local cats explained that the Clans did not tolerate intruders, and that they were strange cats that had formed some strange cult that worshipped ghosts. Timothy and Gracie decided to avoid the groups, and settled far enough away from them that they wouldn't be disturbed.
Gracie fell sick a few moons later, and Timothy immediately abandoned her to her fate. It was what Gracie herself would want, and Tim knew how risky illness could be. For rogues, it was a near-death sentence. So Timothy left, and he never saw his mentor again after that.