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"Oh I just love kits! They're like little masterpieces just ready to be made..."

                 Basics
|| Name || Rot
|| Previous Name(s) || --
|| Future Name(s) || --
|| Age || 49 moons
|| Gender || Female
|| Sexuality || Biromantic, Bisexual
|| Home || Dusk Syndicate
|| Rank || Fighter

               Education
inactive // 
dead
​|| Trainer || --
|| Future Trainer || --
|| Former Trainer || open
|| Trainee || open
|| Future Trainee || open
|| Former Trainee || Nero

                                   Appearance
|| Base Coat || Brown and white

|| Markings || Black tabby, white tuxedo, white mittens and socks
|| Pelt Length || Long and soft
|| Eye Color ||  A sharp yellow
|| Build || Large but lightly muscled
|| Height || Slightly taller than average
|| Scars || None
|| Distinctive Features || None
|| Advantages || Persuasive, Cunning, Has strength with scents
​|| Disadvantages || Not particularly strong, has trouble seeing in dark places

Personality
Clumsy | Prideful | Confident | Protective | Loving
Rot's personality has always been a mystery to others, even when her parents were alive they couldn't really figure out what kind of cat she was, whether she was kind, destructive, antisocial, they couldn't get a good read on her because she was always something different. It was like she was going through mood swings at random, but in actuality, she was just trying different things, seeing how she liked to interact with others. She was fully conscious of what she was doing and how she was acting and yet to others she seemed like she was bipolar or completely bonkers. Through her life she's tried different things, she's tried being nice to others, being aggressive, being antisocial, being overly social but over the years, she's cared less and less about interacting with others. They tended not to bring any harvest to her, they were just boring and none of her other techniques got her what she wanted. That is, until she found one that she liked. Manipulating others. It was like a mixture of some of the techniques she had used earlier in her life, except this actually got her what she wanted every single time. If she wanted a cat to do something, she could manipulate them into doing it, play on their sympathy, tug at their heart strings, if she wanted another cat to become something else than what they were personality wise, she could mold them, especially kits. Oh how she loved molding kits to do her bidding. They were like pieces of clay, she could mold them into whatever she wanted them to. And if they didn't work out how she wanted them to, she could just end them, devour them and leave no trace and just simply move on to the next. Of course that would be discovered and cause her to be banished for a short time until her own son was of a certain age, allowing her to come back into the Syndicate to begin molding him as well. Making him what he is today. And even though their relationship is faltering, she will still try to mold him.


           Relationships
inactive // 
dead 
|| Love Interest(s) || {Reserved}
|| Best Friend(s) || open
|| Friends || open
|| Acquaintances || open
|| Enemies || open
|| Nemesis || open

                           Extras
|| Mental Condition || None
|| Physical Disability || None
|| Sickness || None

|| Facts ||​  ​​

|| Theme Song || "Words as Weapons"
​|| Name Origin || The way her tabby markings resemble that of rotting leaves.

                Family
inactive // 
dead
|| Mother || unknown
|| Father || unknown
|| Sisters || open
|| Brothers || open

|| Nieces || --
|| Nephews || --

|| Mate || {Reserved}
|| Sons || Nero
|| Adoptive Sons || --
​|| Daughters || --
|| Adoptive Daughters || --

-- Mother's Side --
|| Aunts || --
|| Uncles || --
|| Cousins || --
|| Grandmother || --
|| Grandfather || --

-- Father's Side --
|| Aunts || --
|| Uncles || --
|| Cousins || --
|| Grandmother || --
|| Grandfather || --

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