Tarot

Tarot stands shorter at the shoulders than most cats, with only a long tail differentiating her proportionally from the other cats of her body type. Her medium length fur that looks longest around her face, down her spine, and along her tail has a light creamy-caramel base that has dark caramel swirls through it. Her legs, belly, the under side of her tail, the right half her face, and a few other patches of fur are white. The eye on the white side of her face is blue while the eye on her tabby side is a bright copper. Her nose is a pink color where it touches the white with a spot of brown where it meets her caramel coloring.

Tarot is a very small cat who, at first, appears to have about as much strength of spirit as in body. She is shy and easily scared, though she doesn't openly share these feelings willingly, it isn't hard to see in the way she reacts to things. What is hard to see is the defiantly hard soul that hides within her tiny, shaking body. Because, while she can't help being afraid of others, it only drives her to fight back even harder, if not in open ways.

Given a bare moment to think, Tarot will always be planning something: finding some way to get through or even take advantage of a situation in order to survive. While she has a very fiery spirit, she is careful to never obviously show her dislike or defiance so as to avoid conflict. As for how she is with her friends... well she doesn't really have any as she has deep-rooted trust issues. While she doesn't believe everyone is wicked as some cynics might, she is at the same time quick to judge someone's trustworthiness by their actions, and rarely finds that anyone is actually worthy.

Tarot's earliest memory is wiping the blood of her mother from her face. She does not remember why her mother and brothers were killed, only that the one to kill them was her father and that the only reason she is alive is because he left her that way, among the bodies of her family. She knows that he must have assumed that, being so tiny, she would simply die. However, as many have since, he underestimated her will to survive.

Crawling from the carnage of her den, Tarot sought out someone, anyone to help her. Her tiny paws nearly froze as she crossed the ground that held the first frosts of winter. She was so hungry and tired. All her body wanted to do was lay down and rest, but she forced herself to keep going until she caught the scent of another queen on the air. Half-frozen, Tarot had limped into a den where another litter was curled up with their mother. The queen readily took in the tiny scrap of fur. Even though Tarot was actually nearly a whole season older than these newer kits, she wasn't much bigger and fit in fairly well.

She stayed with her adoptive family through the winter, spring and summer, mourning the loss of one of the other kittens as if it had been her own blood sister that had died of an illness. When the fall came once more though, she left on her own, terrified that if her father ever happened to find her, he would kill her adoptive family the way he had killed their own.

Since then, she has been surviving on her own as best she can. She avoids dangers whenever possible, but when faced with them, she fights with everything she has: tooth, claw, mind, and all.

Father: Storm - 4 - ? ? ?
Mother: Holly - 3 - Deceased
Brother: Ace - 0 - Deceased
Brother: Sage - 0 - Deceased

Adoptive Mother: Vanessa - 5 - Alive
Adoptive Brother: Tobias - 2- Alive
Adoptive Sister: Vivian - 0 - Deceased
Adoptive Sister: Alysa - 2 - Alive