For Hell Patrol Verse

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Climbing too high in trees, sneaking cookies before dinner, and ruining nice clothes going exploring in the small wooded area behind her house. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Her love of nature started well before her cat characteristics manifested.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

The lie that haunts her the most is a lie of omission, but a really big one. After she went missing when her mutation first manifested, she allowed her parents to believe she was dead. In the intervening years, she’s considered going home many times, but her internalized self-loathing always stopped her. Now that she’s discovered that the adamantium in her body is slowly killing her, she thinks it would be cruel to return to them only for them to lose her again.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

She gotten better about this since meeting Loki. In the past, she’s always felt like she needed to be perceived as “strong.” That didn’t mean she wouldn’t stop and ask for directions if she was lost, but if she found herself feel really out of place or thrown off balance, she might get irritable or even pick a fight rather than admit she was confused.

She’s softened a lot since then, but she’s still very selective with who she trusts. If she needs to ask a question or get clarification, she’ll talk to Loki or one of the other members of the Patrol. She trusts them not to judge her, and she trusts they’ll give her the best information.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

[Hell Patrol verse specific]

3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

Cat doesn’t have any allergies that she’s aware of. Sorry. She just doesn’t;)

6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

She has a fraught relationship with animals. They’re often confused about what sort of animal she is, and sometimes housepets react aggressively to her. She’s felt a certain kinship with mountain lions ever since Hank McCoy/Beast told her that they were the big cat her feline qualities most closely resembled. She thinks geese are jerks.

14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

She loves peanut butter in basically any context, and peanut butter and jam sandwiches in particular. She doesn’t like anything she perceives as too fancy or gourmet. She likes things that are simple and easy. Sometimes she just eats the peanut butter out of the jar.

15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

She would have a lizard, because she wanted one when she was a kid and her parents wouldn’t let her have one. Now she’s an adult and she can do whatever she wants, but she’s never felt her life was stable enough for a pet.

16. What does your OC smell like?

Unscented soap, apple-scented shampoo, sweat (probably). Before she joined the Hell Patrol and cleaned up her act, whiskey.

31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

Her most traumatic memory is the moment she realized that Victor/Sabertooth had betrayed her and sold her out to Weapon X. Three happy memories from three different times in her life: her father pushing her on a swing in her backyard. Sitting on the lawn at Xavier’s School talking to Logan. The moment Loki pulled her into a waltz after asking her to the ballet.

36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

What she wants most is to have her life matter or make a difference in some way. What she needs compulsively is a good fight, and she sometimes starts one to feed that compulsion. She’s willing to sacrifice her own life if she believes it would give her death meaning.

38. What would your character do with a million dollars?

She would donate it to a charity for mutant rights. Not just out of good nature. Because she doesn’t think she’ll be needing it.

48: What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

Cat woke, screaming. She was in a room, high tech, no windows, looked medical. She herself was on a cot of some sort with an IV dripping into her arm, and it was only then that she realized she was trying to sit up and someone was holding her down by the shoulder.

“Let me go!” she said, slashing at the arm with her other hand, watch claw marks appear, and then heal, almost instantly. It was only then that she looked up at the owner of the arm.

She recognized him, them as one of the people who had broken her and Bear out of the Weapon X facility. The one she hadn’t trusted. The one who smelled oddly like Victor Creed. There was a nurse standing well behind him.

“You’re…” she let the sentence hang. When she lay back down on the cot, he took away the hand.

“Logan,” he said, in a gruff voice. “Name’s Logan. I’m…Victor’s my half brother. That’s why you keep smellin’ ‘im. He’s nowhere near here, though, kid, I promise. An’ I don’t take after him much.”

“Logan,” she repeated. “I’m…Cat.” She looked around. Someone else had entered the room, a large, blue-furred person wearing wire-rimmed glasses. She had seen him on the rescue mission, too, but not with the glasses.

“Cat, huh? Works. This is Annie,” he gestured to the nurse behind him, who seemed to be gradually calming down. “And that’s Hank. He’s a doctor.” She nodded, but looked back at Logan. “I recognize you…you’re Wolverine.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Welcome to Xavier’s School for the Gifted. And yeah, unfortunately you and I share a past with Weapon X. That’s over now, though. You’re safe here, kid.”

The one Logan called Hank had made his way over, introduced himself as “Dr. Hank McCoy,” and starting looking over the monitors they had her hooked up to.

“So,” she asked, because there were a lot of beds in here and she was the only one in one of them. “Where’s Bear? You know, the big guy who was with me?”

No one had really been talking, but they somehow managed to get quieter.

It was Dr. McCoy, who she now recognized from the news as “Beast,” who finally spoke. “He didn’t make it, Cat. I’m very sorry,” they were all looking at her, she supposed it made, sense, but they were all looking at her, and she didn’t like it.” Dr. McCoy placed a large hand on hers.

“But, how could he not have made it? I know I was unconscious at the end, but we were like ten feet away from the plane. How could he not have made it?”

“He wasn’t…killed in combat,” continued Dr. McCoy. He was…I don’t know if you knew, but Bear was very sick, from what they had done to him. He was part of a new experiment, you understand. His body couldn’t withstand the adamantium and other chemicals they were using. We did everything we could for him, I promise.”

“But…” and all of a sudden she felt very shaky and like she didn’t, in fact, want to get out of the bed. “Bear and I were in the same experimental group. That’s how we got out together. So…am I very sick?”

“Well,” said Dr. McCoy. “Bear was further along--”

Logan reached out and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, “Hank.” And then he looked down at Cat and said. “You’re gonna be just fine, kid.” And she appreciated the gesture. But she knew exactly what it meant.

For standard!cat, I recently wrote what I think is a pretty good one here: http://felis-silvestris-sapiens.tumblr.com/post/131755829024/catcanons-catalysis#notes

But for you, one for dark!cat:

CatCanon (dark!cat): Cabin in the Woods

He made it easy, really. All she wanted was some peace, for a while, out in the woods, but he took them camping. She didn’t know; he was her nearest neighbor but more than ten miles away, and it was a while before he made a big enough mistake. Allowed one of the women to scream loud enough for her to hear.

She didn’t make it in time, but she saw him disposing of the body, saw what he had done to the woman. And when he left, she examined the cabin, found just what he did for his “hobby.” Found the other bodies. She could smell blood as well as any forensics lab.

She could have gone to the police, certainly. But would it be enough? Would they listen to her? With current public opinion on mutants, they could very well pin the crimes on her. And if they believed her, he would have a trial, and at best, go to prison. She didn’t think that prison was enough for those women.

So instead she waited until he came back to clean up. She wanted to take her time, to make him feel what all those women had felt. But her anger wouldn’t let her. Perhaps he did feel it, but…much faster. She didn’t remember that much of it, honestly. She remembered swimming in the cold water of the lake, swimming, and the water pooling red around her until finally, finally, she had washed off the blood. She moved out of her cabin in the woods. The police called it an animal attack, even after they found the bodies of the women. Karma, perhaps. She found she liked being karma.