Kano's Territory [Open]
 

Kano

If you have a cat who would like share Kano's territory either as a friend or mate, let me know because I would that!

Territory
Kano's territory is a thin stretch of forest just beyond the Starcave, so he can easily venture into Twolegplace to scavenge scraps or raid the neighbouring clans territory. His home is a badgers den that has been abandoned for moons, and while he is normally a territorial cat, he often looks forward to other cats making the mistake of entering his territory so he can punish them for it. There is a shallow flowing stream behind his den which serves as his water source.

Kano's Backstory
Kano's parents were both kittypets, and when he and his littermate, Sam, were born, their life seemed like it would be pretty good. However when they were about three moons old, Sam vanished, and it was the twolegs doing. Believing his brother was killed by the twolegs, because Kano thought that Sam would fight to come back to him no matter what, Kano grew increasingly angry. He spent less and less time in the house, away from his parents. He would prowl the streets going away for days at a time. One day his parents confronted him and he attacked his father. The twolegs then tried to cage him and take him to an adoption center, but Kano scratched them up and managed to escape. He travelled far away from his family, and became a rogue, and an angry one at that, at ten moons old.

Relationships
Father: Blazing (@Megan)
Mother: -
Sibling: Sam (@Spiral Whirl)
Friends: -
Love interests: Ariella (@Suspiciousmindz), Arcticflurry (@Constellation)
Enemies: Jinx (@Suspiciousmindz), Sweet Potato (@Constellation)

Past Events
None

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Kano felt the tenseness slip away from his shoulders as he entered his sliver of territory, his own slice of heaven, he called it. Twolegplace was as uncomfortable as always, and by this point Kano wasn't even sure if he was more digusted by the kittypets or the twolegs themselves. A spring of joy entered his step as he sauntere back to his den, the bengal tom trying to ignore the painful sting of the shallow cuts on his shoulder, instead focusing on the dead crow clenched between his jaws - his trophy from an encounter with a scrawny loner in the outskirts alleys. Kano paused outside his den, and glanced around menacingly, but his gaze found no threat, and he dropped his head down to rip a bite from the scrawny bird.