Cairo, Sequiel of the Cult

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• Name: Cairo
  
  
• Gender: Tom
  
  
• Species: Feline
  
  
• Age : 17-moons
  
  
• Closest breed: Ocicat
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available): Cairo is not the biggest cat in a bunch. Having come from the smaller end of the gene pool, he's actually a bit undersized. He has a lithe frame, both wiry and flexible. It makes up for what he lacks in size. With a light weight and small size, he is quite agile on his paws. As expected, he has to rely on things other than brawn in a battle. Despite his size, he possesses a rather long tail, providing good balance. He has a base coat of a pale, bluish white. White, but tinted a shade of blue and purple, like fog. Darker streaks wrap around his figure in the pattern of classic tabby stripes. They are a dark shade of blue-violet. Cairo's eyes, on the other hand, are a startling gray. A steely silver, they complement the paler portions of his fur quite well. The center of his eyes, near the pupil, they are the same color as the stripes which pattern him, but as it goes to the edges it fades to silver.
  
  
• Status: Healthy, though a bit undersized. A bit thinner than usual on account of the lack of prey. He deeply believes in the Moonmother and Konara's teachings.
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): Sequel? Or regular member
  
  
• Personality: Cairo will not let anything go without first putting up a good fight. Being the stubborn cat that he is, he doesn't back down, and is not easily cowed. Persevering in his actions and plans, he goes all the way to the end. Commitment is not an issue, as his determination is something to behold. Even when things seem hopeless, you can count on him to keep going forward, unrelenting. He fights with a dying will and a burning passion. Once this cat has his sights set on something, it will take a lot to make him give up. His loyalty is a reliable force, especially when it comes to friends. He keeps them close, willing to risk the world for them if he has to. Sometimes he just doesn't know when the price is too great. Even when he's not in a battle, Cairo is quite headstrong, even to the point of rebellious. He doesn't take orders very easily, despite the fact that he wouldn't mind giving them himself. As a result, you might find him to be rather argumentative. Once you get to know him, he is actually very warmhearted, and not at all a battle-obsessed tom.
  
  On the other paw, Cairo is energized and bold, unafraid to let his opinions known. Normally speaking out when he believes otherwise, he will hold his tongue if he knows it is not the time. At the same time, he possesses his own kind of charm, a certain charisma. Despite his more aggressive and go-getter personality, he is reasonable. Not only that, but he can actually be quite persuasive when he wants to be. Thing is, he has a certain vengeful streak, and does not forgive that easily. No, he would probably go plan some sort of revenge. He will strive to get even. Cairo has a more cold and calculating side to him. But, he strongly believes in the cults ways, as well as the existence of the Moonmother.
  
  
  
• History: Like many toms, Cairo had originally been born in a colony. Twilight blood flows through his veins, giving reason for his bluish-violet fur color. His mother a Prowler. But, his father had once come from the Sunset Colony, and possessed an unusual pure white pelt. Born in the middle of newleaf, his kithood was a relatively easy one compared to leafbare. Due to the solitary life of older toms, Cairo had never met his father, and had only ever heard stories of him from his mother. As expected, there were few toms in the colony, and the whole colony had helped care for him. He was the only kit of the litter, and pretty much one of the only toms. From a young age, he was already learning simpler healing techniques, along with hunting and fighting. Usually it was his mother who trained him, and she did so very seriously. He'd been told of how he would one day have to leave, lest be driven out, of the colony. How he would have to be able to fend for himself if he wanted to survive in the future. So, Cairo, too, did his best to learn everything he could from his fellow Prowlers.
  
  It was a simple life at first, where things were pretty constant. The moons flew, and before long, it was time to leave. He had been reluctant to have to his home for what he thought would be a very long time. And so, he left. For awhile, he had merely wandered from territory to territory, often losing the fight to older, larger males. He suffered several losses, until one day he discovered an area that had been abandoned. The previous cat who had claimed it had disappeared, maybe died, or perhaps captured by Twolegs. In any case, it attracted many cats to battle for it. Cairo was no exception, for he was eager to settle down and find a place to call home. Of all the males who had gathered, he had been the youngest, and also smallest. As a result, a few of the other toms momentarily staged a truce to first dry out weak ones, and get them out of the way. Unfortunately, Cairo was one of the first to go.
  
  But he was unwilling to be so easily--and unfairly--defeated. He kept fighting, perhaps a bit longer than a cat like himself would have. He'd nearly been killed in that fight when he continually refused to flee, had it not been for one event. Back then, he had heard only rumors about the cult and their "Moonmother" rubbish. Having been rather neutral toward them, when he saw the moon in the midst of the battle, he decided to give it the benefit of the doubt. He'd prayed to it for extra strength in his fight. Miraculously, his prayer was answered. Shimmering spirits had appeared by his side--or so he claimed, anyway--and helped him defeat the other toms. Upon winning the territory, the Starchildren disappeared, leaving him to wonder whether it had really happened. One day, while hunting, he'd run into the cult. Remembering how his wish had been granted, and how the Moonmother had helped him, he left his territory to join the cult. Since then he has been a strong believer of the power of these spirits, and has been with the cult.
  
  
• Relationships:
  Mother - Twilight Colony - Fate Unknown
  Father - Sunset Colony Loner - Fate Unknown
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  
• Example RP Post: The land was awash in darkness, with a thin sliver of a moon hanging suspended in the sky. It cast little light, looking like a cat had carved it into the night sky. Many would have scoffed at the prospect of it holding greater power than any living cat. That it had created them, the cats that roamed this land. In fact, most cats had deemed it blatant rubbish. True, some had converted, but not many. Silver eyes glinted as they gazed upwards, fixed upon the dim sky. Stars twinkled faintly, seeming to be a million miles away, but at the same time, so close. Always returning when the sun had set. Watching over them all. It seemed only yesterday that he, Cairo, had dismissed such beliefs as mere tales that had nothing to do with him. Even then, still an unbeliever, the Moonmother had been there to help him; he just hadn't realized it until his one prayer had been answered. Having seen Starchildren appear and fight by his side once, it was impossible to deny the truth in the cult's ways. More importantly, Konara's teachings. He didn't regret leaving his life as a loner to join them.
  
  Cairo sighed, at last tearing his attention away from the shimmering stars, and the thin crescent moon. Why doesn't any cat listen? All the colonies...they all believed the cult to be an enemy to be feared. What was it that made the peaceful cats so hated? If they would just open their minds to the possibility of the existence of the Moonmother, they would understand. Maybe even change their ways. In fact, TwilightClan especially should be able to accept such believes. They were the Prowlers, for goodness sake! Known for being nocturnal! The small tom gave himself a quick shake, pushing aside these troubling thoughts. It would do no good worrying about it so much. There were other troubles at hand other than the colonies' lack of faith: winter. For if the healer had indeed read the signs correctly, it would be awhile yet before the cold weather relinquished its icy grip on the land.
  

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