Legends of Belariath
Kagra
Kagra was born to a Kitten father and a Vixen and it was harsh indeed. They'd had to run off together when they'd found out they both loved each other. His father had run into his mother on a mission into a town to steal some item that belong to another man. This man had hired Kagra's mother to be his healer and had tried to be a bit more than just that. Now his father wasn't a good person by any extent of the word, but he fended off the man so that his mother could leave.
Little did either of them know that he'd already taken the item and had been in the mans study already after taking it.
Kagra's mother however fell deeply for his father and they had an on and off relationship for many years, but due to vulpine aging his mother didn't care how long she had to wait for her love to come back to her everytime he went on missions.
One of the times his father had off he'd been away for so long that they had consumated their relationship by not leaving the bedroom for two days and it was during this time that Kagra was made. However then again his father wouldn't come back for months at a time and when he came back to his mother with child he flipped.
His father had grown up in one of those purebreed kitten communities where it was thought highly against the laws of his tribe to ever have a child with another outside of their race. To say the least his father didn't come back for a while.
About a year or two later Kagra's father showed back up and apoligized for everything that he'd done saying that he'd been so wrapped up in all of his missions that he hadn't been able to come untill then. His mother being the loving and trusting person that she was forgave him and they tried to live a normal life together once again.
Kagra's father would leave for a while upon missions and come back like always through their life, coming home for a bit and teaching his son the theifing trade even though he'd never make it seem like such. Stealth training, moving through crowds, and finally a little bit of dagger training.
When Kagra turned 14 he'd gotten into a little trouble as his theiving training had been noticed by a few people that under times no one would wish to really know. Getting into that crowd for a bit something happened and someone from a stronger gang in a different town took over. This new gang leader found out one way one way or another who Kagra's father was.
Kagra didn't know that it was bad that his father had ever had him in the first place. This gang member sold the information to his fathers tribe for a hefty sum which he used for a lot of dasterdly things as you can imagine.
Kagra's father came home after a mission completely angry as all hell, the tribe had given him a choice and he was going to take it. Grabbing the vixen he pulled her into the living room and would throw her to the ground calling Kagra down. They'd never seen his father in this much rage so both of them were pretty scare, with right to be.
Kagra stood in front of his mother and asked what was going on, his father backhanded him to the ground as if he was nothing. Kagra's mother tried to come to his defence trying to take her lover into her arms, but that is when his father would pull out his dagger and stab her right in the heart. Kagra was in a state of shock when he'd watch his mother fall to the ground before him.
Taking his mother in his arms just staring at her through tears still not sure what was happening right then. Kagra's father filled with rage and guilt at being the one to kill his own love would take his son by the hair and drag him out back away from the body of his lost lover. He couldn't stand to see her anymore and he knew that the look of her face was going to haunt him forever.
Getting outside he'd pull Kagra to his feet by his hair and point toward a star in the sky telling him that it was all his fault and that his mother would be right there forever watching. He'd swing that dagger again toward his family, but this time he'd hesitate. He couldn't go through with it again he knew that he was going to regret killing his one and only love for the rest of his life, but Kagra didn't hesitate and in the state of mind he was in he'd shove his own dagger into his father's neck watching him topple to the ground before he realized he'd paused.
Kagra was fifteen years old when all of this happened, he'd fall to his knees and curse the sky just screaming as loud as he could for hours on end. Finally someone heard his screaming and came to see all of this, but took it the wrong way and the town guard was called. Kagra fled for his life already having a bit of a rap sheet that would have caught up to him then.
He fled and would keep fleeing for years and years although it wasn't from any figure that was after him usually, but his own past. He'd don a disguise when he entered a town and never get close with anyone just moving through from town to town not even really searching for anything. Finally working himself to Nanthelion.