Braster Cath

Type: Mountain Kat

Gender: Male

Base Colour: Pink

Age: 190 (Level 8)

Length: 16'

Height: 17'

Automatic Abilties: Inner Fire, Feet of the Gecko

Special Abilities: High Leap, Turn on a Dime, Ice Sheen, Blend, Thunder Tail, Super Strength, Death Grip, Rock Blade, Hide Tracks, Rock Dragon, Healing Touch, Tekniblur, Shield, Ensnare, Silent Step, Reflex, Shape Change, Invisibility, Mimic, Illusion, Attention Slip, Hyper Sense, Slumber, Track

Appearance: Braster Cath - though he's almost always referred to as just "Cath" - has pale pink fur with a single electric blue stripe running down his spine straight to his tailtip of the same color. Only once does the stripe branch out - around his stomach in a perfect band. His glare stripes are the same blue, protecting his green eyes.

Cath is grossly overweight and very topheavy. His legs still look fairly thin, and he spends most of his time lying down to avoid the pain of standing.

History: Cath was always a bit overweight, teased by his peers in his tiny, secluded village in the Highrock mountains. Because of this seclusion, the villagers developed their own accent - mumbling, heavy, and hard to understand. Even now, Cath needs a translator for anyone to understand him.

He left the mountains in his third level and set out for Alcaine. After he settled there, he developed a small gang of con artists and regular thieves. From there, his gang grew, becoming almost a kat version of the mafia. This group now deals with a variety of jobs, anything from big-time robberies to stealing purses.

Cath did not survive the test of time nearly as well as his organization, though. At the top, he found himself with very little active work to do, and gained more weight. Worse, the new generation of thieves - mostly Valley kats - didn't respect him at all. He found himself shoved over while he was standing and needing aid to get back up... thankfully, that's the worst it has gotten.

Contrary to popular belief, Cath is not stupid. Mumbling and obese he may be, but he still holds a certain amount of authority over the decisions of the group - he IS the oldest and the founder. He's grown very good at playing his part of the senile imbecile, and has found ways to use it to his advantage. After all, since the others like to keep him thinking that he's the boss, he's totally pampered. Who wouldn't want that?

At least he isn't stealing purses anymore!

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