TheKandra proudly presents:
Cato The Bold
Male
Why you want him/her: Other than being a new dreamie of mine, I don't really feel like I've connected with a Viscet like this. There's something about him that would be the perfect Viscet for me. I'd love to develop Cato's character a lot. I don't have a lot of Viscets, so I'm really excited about this guy. He seems like the perfect leader for my Viscet Pack and would be an interesting addition to my characters. Not many Viscets have red eyes...or majestic horns like that.
PLAYLIST
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Too Close to Love You- Alex Clare-
Ho Hey- The Lumineers-
On Top Of the World- Imagine Dragons-
Horn of Plenty (Hunger Games Theme)-
Gale Song- The LumineersALL THINGS PHYSICAL
-Strength- Cato is unbelievably strong, able to lift logs and boulders with just a paw. He has many scars from the territorial battles with other Alphas. He is a natural fighter and uses that to his advantage.
-Eyes- His red eyes allow him to have excellent vision and he can see at least ten times better than a human.
-Hearing- Like many of his species, Cato's long ears enhance his hearing to the point of bionic senses. He can hear a mouse from up to a quarter-mile away.
-Balance- The big brutish Alpha can balance delicately along ropes and wires like a skilled acrobat. He can also jump long distances and land quite delicately.
ALL THINGS MENTAL
Cato is a bit prone to outbursts but overall has a charismatic character. He is flirty, well-liked, and friendly with nearly everyone. Bitter enemies beware! When he makes up his mind to be rivals, however, he will stop at nothing to see his enemies defeated.
Cato, like everyone, has his own quirks and flaws. He can't stand to lose, even at board games, and will mope about afterwards. He tries to act tough, but is really a big, gentle softie on the inside. The only Viscet in his pack to have lived in the wild all his life, he understands tribal customs the best out of any of them and has a soft spot for any creature who has had to endure captivity. He is completely terrified of humans, possibly from the harrowing backstories of his friends, and cages. Although strength is typically associated with limited intelligence, Cato is a skilled strategist.
He enjoys fancy soaps, especially sweet pea scented, and he will trade large amounts of supplies to get some. Gotta make sure those paws are squeaky clean! He also enjoys watching "The Walking Dead" and "Hunger Games" on Wheatley's computer. (He finds zombie movies funny.) The thing he loves most in life is curling up with his four best friends at the end of a long day and watching a good horror flick.
His personality type is
ENTJ, or the Commander Type, and he certainly lives up to that. He is, by nature, strong-willed, confident, strategic, and inspiring. He's also stubborn, intolerant, cold, and most definitely arrogant. Cato is willing to go to war even simply for a matter of pride. He can be rather insensitive to those who he finds lazy, inefficient, or weak (typically Wheatley), but tends to hide his own emotions to establish control. He enjoys a challenge, battle of the wits, and just simply a new, exciting goal to strive to. Above all else, he respects someone with a backbone who has the confidence to stand up to him. A bit "rule-oriented", Cato is a domineering Viscet with a talent for being in authority.
Relationships with Others
-Rapunzel-
"Zella"
Rapunzel is perhaps the most important member of his pack. She is the glue that holds them all together. He views Zella as his equal, due to her sharp, rebellious personality. His admiration of her borderlines being a crush, but he tries not to show it. Rapunzel doesn't have time for relationships, since she must act as the mother to the rebellious Viscling, Max, and help control Wheatley's impulsive behavior. She respects him and cherishes their relationship as friends, but really doesn't want to ever be crushes with anyone.
-Wheatley-
Wheatley and Cato have a bit of a love-hate relationship between them. Wheatley is an impulsive ball of goofiness and cannot ever stop talking, much to the annoyance of Cato. Rapunzel tries her best to keep the two from constantly fighting, but she can only do so much. Wheatley's constant bumbling manner has nearly gotten him attacked by the Alpha, especially his interest in Rapunzel. Wheatley is too skittish to ever stand up to Cato, and when he tries, he will just start babbling nervously. As the Omega, he rarely has any say in anything and always seems to be messing things up for Cato. Deep down, his heart is in the right place and he really does look up to Cato.
-Max-
Max is the smallest member of the pack and Cato's pride and joy. He sees his own leadership skills in her and treasures the pup like his own Viscling. Gifted with the magical ability of flight, he has a bit of admiration for the beautiful, feisty girl. The darling of the squad, she might get off easy sometimes, but is nonetheless a great teammate.
-Argent-
Argent is another male with a large amount of land and a strong pack behind him. Currently, Cato and Argent are allies...but Argent has been known to encroach on others' borders. Their relationship is tense, but diplomatic. Secretly, Cato is a bit jealous of Argent's wealth and hopes a scuffle will arise in order to secure more land.
~~~A Brief History of the Incredible Life of Cato~~~
I shrugged, waving my tail at my old pack behind me. So what if they were fed up with Sombre's kid acting like the boss? I'd start my own pack, like my parents before me. No, even bigger! If only I had known how long it would be before I met Rapunzel, then, maybe I wouldn't have been so cocky. For the next couple of months, I lived meal to meal near the surrounding city. The others had always told me to beware of the city and the humans inside. I could still hear my mother's voice warning me of the dangers of the human world.
"You can't trust them, Cato. They act like you're their friend, but in the end, humans are unpredictable," she always said.
Finally, I had had enough of the hermit life and decided to take matters into my own paws. There had been rumors of feral Viscets that prowled the city, dodging the dogcatcher and living off scraps. Maybe a few of them would take me in. One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to go crawling back to my old family with my tail between my legs. Mustering my courage, I set off, keeping to alleyways.
I started to know I was going in the right direction when I noticed claw marks up and down the concrete walls of the towering skyscrapers. I dropped low on all fours, hearing the slight dragging of tails. Ready to pounce, my brows were knit together in utter concentration when a figure rounded the corner carrying a Viscling in their arms. A beautiful, short Viscet cuddled an abandoned pup in her arms.
"You're fine," she crooned. "I'll take you in."
Her fur was a dappling of gold, magenta, and black, like an abstract painting of rare beauty. She noticed me then cocked her head to the side.
"Hey, look! There's someone who can protect you from them!"
She pointed to me.
"What? You've got this mixed up, miss. Who are you talking about?" I gasped in my husky voice.
She rolled her eyes and the tip of my nose turned red. "This girl has been living on her own for years. The Seattle Conservation Center had been after her since the moment her family disappeared. "
She pointed around the corner to a truck with a cage on the back. A team with nets and leashes stood near the truck, looking around. She flicked her tail forward.
"You can let go now, Wheatley. It's getting really annoying. You're the one who's acting like a pup, not her."
A twitchy, tall, scrawny bronze Viscet clung to her tail. "Wheatley", as she had called the male, was glancing at me nervously. His eyes were darting around nervously.
Oh geez, I though.
This one's got a couple of screws loose somewhere. He let go of the tail and started to chew his claws. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"So what are your names?" I asked. "And where are you from?"
"My name's Zella," the female replied. "I'm from the forest, but I did spend some time at the pound. The pup's name is Max and she grew up on the streets. That ball of anxiety over there is Wheatley. He's the one who they're looking for."
She shook her head in the direction of the truck.
"You mean he's-?" I asked in surprise.
"Captive bred?" She answered. "Yes. The poor guy was from a petting zoo over in the Conservation Center. "
That explained a lot. I waved a paw. It was time to go. We raced down the alleyways faster than one could imagine. With our sleek bodies, we can travel faster than any human alive. Zella had to hand Max to me halfway through. For a Viscling, she sure did weigh a lot. Once we were in the clear, the four of us collapsed into the grass. Off in the distance, the lonely silhouette of Viscet Forest stood like a ghost. Zella laughed in delight as she laid down in the beautiful field.
"So, now that you're out of the city, are we just going to go our separate ways?" I asked, disappointedly.
"Not unless you want us to," grinned Zella.
I sighed in relief. A pack all of my own! I couldn't believe it! With that, we all got to our feet and started off for the safety of the woods, ready to start our new life as a pack.