Line of Tin Cups

Yes, a very unusual name indeed! Born in a tunnel under rugged muggy thunderpaths of twoleg streets, his mother was a tribe cat that had gotten lost in the mountains, and couldn't find her way back. She said as soon as she saw him, his gray tabby fur reminded her of the battered tin cups that lined the streets, hence his name. His mother eventually found her way home, Line still clinging to life as a very scrawny and undernourished kit. But today, still slender, he is a swift and sneaky Prey Hunter in the tribe. Very loyal and true to his tribe and friends, he will do anything for them. He has no mate, and is a wonderful friend.