Stria

Stria is a calm, caring cat, always looking out for his friends. He was raised in a quaint riverside clowder alongside his closest friend, Draft. Their youths were carefree, living in a relatively peaceful area, and no conflicts  reaching their home. That is, until Forro first struck their clowder. Being a powerless cat, Stria was separated from most of the conflict, spending most of the brief-but-bloody battle fearful for his friend's life. Thankfully, Draft escaped harm, and the two reunited in the aftermath. Fearing for the safety of the remaining members, their clowder opted to send its  powered members away, with the intention of regrouping after the threat  had passed. Draft declared he'd be leaving alltogether following that decision, and Stria couldn't watch his only real friend disappear from his life; he followed Draft out, leaving together for a new life on the road.

It was peaceful for a while, meeting interesting cats and seeing beautiful sights, just them against the world. In those soft years, Stria asked Draft to be mates; while he didn't feel love quite the same, most of the feeling was mutual, and they settled somewhere in the queerplatonic range. They'd talk about settling down somewhere nice, maybe even trying to find or form a new group, but always ended up on the road again with only each other by their sides.

Life can't always be kind, though, and the duo eventually crossed paths again with the ghost of their youth. Forro didn't recognize the cat whose family he'd slaughtered, and Stria could only watch as his partner rushed at the spidery-cat, hoping to end this and avenge his family. In the seconds it took him to shake off his shock and run in to fight with his friend, Draft was caught in webs, tangled too tightly to free himself. Forro noticed Stria coming in for the assist and blocked him off too, leaving him helpless to do anything but watch as his friend's leg was ripped clean off by those thick blue webs. Those holding him loosened as Draft was thrown aside, and Stria lunged at Forro, desperate to make Draft's injuries mean something. The dark cat was going easy, he could tell, not bothering to truly fight back against such an ordinary oppontent. Before the scuffle could escalate, Draft had forced himself back up, shielding Stria with his body.

Stria was pinned again, webs moving quicker that he could react to, and forced again to watch. Forro snaked gentle blue threads around Draft's stump, holding the wound steady. He then wrapped a tight web around Draft's throat, followed by his legs, paws, and torso. Draft's head sunk, eyes hollow. "Get a good look at him now," the cat sneered, "because you'll never see him again." They were gone in a flash of blue - that same damned shade of the webs that now hung limply across his body. 

Stria spent the next years of his life searching endlessly for his partner. He travelled far and wide, desperate for any sign of him, until he caught wind of an ice-wielding killer wrapped in blue webs. A trail of stories followed - orphans, widows, and other survivors of the trail of blood Forro used Draft to leave behind.

When he finally caught up, he was prepared. He hung in the shadows, throwing sticks and whatever else he could find to tear at the webs around his friend. It was a long battle of avoiding being caught himself while wearing his foe down, but eventaully, the threads snapped, and Draft slumped to the ground. Stria was on top of him immediately, standing arched over his partner, hissing and spitting at Forro, who promptly decided this was too much effort. It did have a heart, despite popular belief, and left both Stria and Draft alive. Stria didn't understand his reasoning in that, but didn't dare question it. He finally had his partner back.

They took things slow for a while, with Draft relearning how to function after so long being controlled. Stria was patient with him, doing his best to be sturdy for them both as they settled back into life. They stayed moving just in case Forro changed its mind. Eventually, that led them to cross paths with a feathered cat called Raptor. He was also running from something, though they didn't ask what. After hanging around the same areas for days, the three agreed to stick together and watch each others' backs. Stria was glad to have someone else around to help lighten the mood.

After they'd gotten used to their new routines as a trio and found a  nice clifftop clearing to settle into, Draft disappeared for around a  week. He gave warning, of course - no need to scare Stria like that  again - but gave no details as to where he'd be or why. Stria was  hesitant to accept this, but eventually gave in with Raptor's  reassurance. Draft returned as quickly as he could, hesitantly padding  into the clearing with a fluffy white kitten - his daughter. Don't worry  about the logistics of this we can all just pretend he mitosed or  something. Stria is a gentle father to little Summit, doing his best to help raise her into a kind, upstanding cat.

Stria has no powers, abilities, or unusual traits (excluding his fur colors).