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Cicero was born too a proud father who cared for his mother to the degree one would care for a favored pet. The relationship doomed to fail if his mother ever got up the courage to stand up for herself. Sadly she fell sick and passed away before she could leave her mate, only Cicero, her little chickpea, there to wish her goodbye. Cicero's father didn't bat an eye, simply moved on to a new mate to have new litters. Cicero was soon also forgotten as he grew and needed less attention. This lack of supervision and lack of attention led to a slightly skewed view of the world. He spent a lot of time wandering about and meeting all sorts of cats, often ones that were only half there. As a result Cicero lacks some understanding on what's acceptable and what is not. Though he's often not bothered by such lack, not caring to learn any etiquette he's missing. The small brown tabby goes through life with a crooked smile that shows just a bit too much teeth, and mismatched eyes that don't seem to be all there. One pale blue-green, and one dull chestnut, split by the white blaze of fur on the bridge of his nose, to match his cute white toes, as he describes them. Always saying things that don't quite fit the situation and come across as morbid and outrageous, things one shouldn't speak of outloud or that just lead to wrong impression. Cicero isn't lacking in confidence of himself, even if it's confidence in that fact that he can mess up amazingly. Moods shift easily for him, though the smile is a constant of his; he's learned that smiles can be more unsettling than any scowl. When wandering where he shouldn't be he often gives the nickname his mother called him outside his fathers hearing, 'chickpea', as his given name; which has lead to some rather funny encounters later down the line.Though he does go by the nickname Chickpea with those he's close too as well, finding more comfort in the name his mother called him rather than the bold name his father declared for him. Trying to categorize this tom in simple terms is impossible, there's just to many outliers to him. He's just whatever he feels like being at any given moment. He's had numerous relationships throughout his time, leaving his lineage in unexpected places. But he has cared for very few, not tied to their futures and feeling separate from them. The true bonds he formed in the League taking up all the little space for compassion he had. Those cats he adopted into what he considered his 'family' still some of the select few he would lay his life out for. Having tried to start a new home among Earthclan he looked at those around him as one might look towards their roommates. They were under the same roof but they were still there more for security rather than companionship. When his true colors were revealed and he was banished he left with no reluctance. Moving on to start playing new games, taking with him Caspian, the brookclan apprentice he had charmed to love him. Overtime adding his three generals into the small circle of cats he could almost say he cared for. Starting his own rouge group to more easily find cats to play with and entertain him.
