From time to time, posted across the city, one might find a scrap of paper stuck to various noticeboards. Scrawled on the paper in a clumsy yet grammatically correct handwriting are the words "Aspiring mage seeking apprenticeship! Seek out this person!", followed by a haphazardly drawn rendition of a grinning cat. Less commonly, the less scribble-looking feline in question can be seen wandering around looking a bit lost, any suggestion of a grin gone from his face.

Standing at just over five feet in height, the sleek musculature of a cat person doesn't lend much to thought beyond how utterly average he is. He could probably stand to put on a few pounds. Covered from head to toe in short, messy yellow fur with bright yellow eyes to match, his appearance is best described as "Trying too hard to be a ray of sunshine, but falling short", whilst the creamy colouring of his underbelly breaks up the perpetual yellow of his coat. What's more, he even has a crooked heart pattern on his throat, just above the left shoulder.

While he is very clearly male, his figure leaves something to be desired in the masculine front. He's got a plump posterior, wide-set hips and  even a subtle bit of added fat to his chest, all lending to a more feminine appearance - But he's still sleek and lightly muscled. His voice is even a little on the girly side, though still masculine enough to not cause confusion.. At least when he's not screaming or making other such noises, best reserved for behind closed doors.

Standing on digigrade legs with large feline paws, his step is measured and quiet. He walks as though he were stalking prey, every footfall carefully laid out to minimize the noise he makes; A fact doubled down on when he's made to converse while walking, or do much of anything else, to reduce the risks he might stumble or fall. The quiet, stalking nature is only accentuated by the darker fur patterns on his legs, giving the appearance of socks over his paws and shins.

 Another miscoloured aspect of his fur is the messy tangle of brown fur that makes up his mane. Partially groomed and even put into some poor attempt at a ponytail, he does just enough to keep it out of his face, but not a whole lot more.

 Behind him, above the plump cheeks of his rear, his tail coils and curls through the air - Somewhat thicker and more muscular than it has any right being, with a strangely thick tip. The tail occasionally flexes out towards people, as if it has a mind of its own.. But usually, it behaves much like any other tail does.

At the end of the day, the only conclusion to be drawn about this not-as-chipper-as-he-looks feline is that he's quite cautious, and a rather slow to open up to people. He could stand to try and be more positive... And to get some better clothing. Those pants are full of holes, and the leather of his armor is scarred and torn! There's even a subtle rattling of metal on metal when he walks, which can't be right. That aside? Why the hells is someone advertising him as a wannabe mage's apprentice?





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