My childhood wasn’t one you’d expect. Most catfolk don’t get to live the life in the clouds like I did. You see, my mom and dad weren’t exactly normal. Mom was a world-class con artist and dad, well dad could steal just about anything. Growing up with two of the best thieves in the Inner Sea was definitely exciting; moving from city to city, staying long enough for mom and dad to score a few jobs, and then head off before the law got wise enough to track us. I think I was born in Katapesh, but I don’t remember it at all. By the time I was old enough to walk and talk, we were in Absalom and managed to stay there for a few years, moving around in the districts which were as big as cities themselves. By the time I was twelve my folks decided they’d stolen enough to retire, and settled in Varisia after buying a parcel of land and had a mansion built. My family has a strong spirit of competition, and I learned quite a bit from my mom and pop over the years. I decided I’d follow in the family pawsteps and try for a bigger score than they ever made, something that of course made mom and dad proud to see their cub get fiery and want to upstage their reputations and accomplishments.
I’d always used to head down to this sleepy little village called Sandpoint, which isn’t too far away from the homestead, to try and hone my skills and get a feel for what it’s like to be on my own. Before long I got on the radar of the town’s Sheriff, Belor Hemlock. He caught me more times than I can remember, hauling my ass into jail for snatching a purse or skulking around after dark. At first he was hard on me, but over time I think I grew on him and he cut me some slack because I didn’t mean any harm. I liked the people in Sandpoint, and I didn’t ever keep what I stole. I didn’t need it because mom and dad were loaded. Pretty soon Belor began to seem like family, and he treated me like a nephew, one that drove him up the wall constantly for getting into trouble. After a while it got harder and harder for him to catch me, and I’d say I’m pretty good at being an amateur thief. I told the folks I’ll be setting out on my own soon and so they set me up with some starting funds, something they remind me of constantly, seeing as they started with nothing, and this is a big handicap to overcome if I want to really make a name for myself and become a greater thief than them. Yadda, yadda.. All they do is talk anymore. I think living the high life has made them lazy and prone to constant nagging and reminiscing of the ‘good old times’. “Well”, I tell them, “then you shouldn’t have retired.” Sandpoint is good for practice and all, but there’s no real danger, no thrills to be had. I want to find something with real danger, to find a big score that’ll actually test my skills with significant risk. I’m gonna prove to those old farts that their kid can one-up them in the realm of thievery, and I’ll build a mansion twice as big as theirs!!