Cattail

Cattail is rough, stubborn, and street-smart. A lone survivor who prefers the wilds and ruins over military camps. She's sarcastic, quick-witted, and fiercely independent, but underneath the rough exterior is someone loyal to the few she dares trust. She's used to relying on herself first, but isn’t above teaming up temporarily—so long as nobody tries to "boss her around."

Slim and wiry, built for speed and scrapping. Her off-white fur is scarred from past fights. Wears a torn pink crop top with a smiley face X logo, a dark green skirt, military-grade boots, and a red beanie cocked to one side. A gold hoop earring dangles from her ear. Her tail is wrapped with a crude makeshift weapon: a combat knife taped securely to the tip for quick stabs and slashes.

Likes:
Urban ruins, scavenging for lost tech, warm campfires, finding rare supplies, outsmarting bullies.

Dislikes:
Authority, orders, zombies that sneak up quietly, cold rainy nights, betrayal.

No superpowers — just brutal survival instincts. Skilled in ambushes, knife-fighting, minor sabotage, and urban tracking. Extremely resourceful with scavenged gear. Agile climber and fast runner, making her a tough target to catch.

Background Information:
Cattail was never part of any official military unit. She grew up in the shattered outskirts during the early stages of the zombie war, learning to survive by tooth and claw. She learned early that trust was rare, strength was necessary, and kindness... had to be rationed carefully.

Story:
Cattail roams between fallen cities and battlefield ruins, offering her services as a tracker, thief, or guide to those desperate enough to need her. She’s crossed paths with the P.L.A.N.T.S. forces a few times—sometimes helping them, sometimes getting in their way. Rumor has it she once saved a small squad of recruits trapped behind enemy lines... then immediately charged them half their rations for the trouble.

She's not a hero, not a villain — just a survivor carving her own messy path through a ruined world.

Small but wiry, muscles lean and shaped by constant running, climbing, and fighting. Every move she makes is quick, twitchy, and alert. Scars crisscross her arms and legs, each one a story of survival.

Extra Lore Details:

She keeps a stash of scavenged goods hidden in a crumbling clocktower.

Wears the red beanie because it was a gift from her long-lost sibling.

The "woof!" shout? It's an inside joke. She once fought off a zombified dog using only a frying pan—and has never let anyone forget it.

She has an uneasy respect for Green Shadow, whom she calls "the Sneaky Ivy."