Binx

*eeekkrrr eeekkkrrr* The moan of the rusty lamp as it swings in the breeze, attached to an aging lamp post in a long forgotten town. It's near the coast, giving each breeze a salty taste and a shiver down every spine. It just so happened that on this night, the carnival rolled into town. Setting up their big bright lights and massive red tents, the few townspeople who were left, flocked to the tent. The show was crazy, intense, and unsettling. It was on this night that four new Cloverpups sprouted among this eery town. Not all the homes on the small cliffside town were still occupied. If anyone still lived in the small house on the hill, they would have had the perfect view of the big tent and wild lights that evening. Moonlight struggled through the dust-stained glass and onto the remnants of the little boy that used to live there; a ragged stuffed cat toy with a crooked smile. From the seam of its broken stitches, a tiny green sprout burst forth into the light...

The sneakiest and spookiest of cloverpups, Binx is a little no-gooder who loves to use shadows to any advantage he can manage! He's an avid fan of giving people a good fright, which usually entails him lurking around in alleyways pretending to be cats so he can pop out and spook them! Binx is a master-manipulator, ancient as the day is long, but doesn't let his age get the best of him. If anything, it's only improved his mischievous ways! He's quite the little trickster, whose happiest memories are of plots and tricks gone right. He thrives in the dark of night and firmly believes that nothing is better than getting the jump on innocent passers-by. Binx isn't particularly cruel, not in his eyes at the very least, and believes all of his jokes and mischief to all be in good-humor!