Death's absolutely spoiled little cat. He loves sleeping, napping, stealing Death and Grimm's food, and bothering Satan. Also reading, occasionally.
lazy
curious
clingy
playful
observant
sociable
stamina
strength
battle skill
agility
strategy
teamwork
intelligence
empathy
compassion
creativity
wisdom
charisma
scourge comes from a long line of cat shifters... well, feline ones, really, as not all of his ancestors were domestic cats. these cats were made to serve as death's companion and occasional guardian (the latter which scourge utterly fails at). these cats have historically been all female - until scourge was born, at least - and have lived until the next species in the line towards "domestic cat" was formed. they (including scourge) are infertile until they are about to die, in which they are suddenly aware that they need to breed. once they are pregnant (or in scourge's case, get someone pregnant), this urge passes and they live out the next 10 months (usually getting affairs in order) until the child is born, and they pass on.
mewwwww
my baby, my little love... he's my favorite (currently living) cat and i love him so much. he's such a little cutie. but as the days pass, sometimes i worry about the day he will come to me and tell me he is soon to die... it's heartbreaking every time.
scourge is great. we usually nap together in the afternoon. it's cute that he stayed so small - i can still do all the same stupid shit i did when he was a kitten.
he's so fucking annoying. also he loves stealing death's lap when i get up.