Another art piece by  BlueMario1016; fave the original as well, which is here:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20337462/

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This is WARCAT, the gruff-voiced freelance police officer, and town's top biker enthuasist, who patrols Wildcat City alongside the regular police officers. Here's his bio:

Species: Bengal tiger
Alternate name: Nathan James McDowell
Age immortalized: 27
Occupation: Freelance police officer
Original hometown: Wildcat City, Kansas, USA
Clothing: Black biker clothes from head to toe. He wears a bandanna on his head and sunglasses or a black mask depending on the mission, and he always wears a helmet when driving his motorcycle, which he calls “Fireball.” He sports a black utility belt as well, which carries his only weapon (apart from his detective mind, intelligence, and cunning), his Colt .45.
Bio: The town of Wildcat City, Kansas, USA was a town of many cats, but also of many dogs and humans, too. There are about 21.3 million total citizens in the big metropolitan four-state wonder. Most of them are good. When they are not, and when the police are unable to do it alone, especially at night, there is one tiger the world can turn to for help.

He was born Nathan James McDowell, son of the late Rachel McDowell (maiden name Mitchell) and the famous soldier-turned miner-turned entrepreneur Richard McDowell. Not much is known about his early life over than the fact he was born premature 15 weeks early (as was his younger brother, Tom, born three months later; Rachel eventually died from childbirth while giving birth to her only daughter, Mona; she was offered an abortion to save her life but strongly and violently refused it, a fact that has made her into a hero and role model for women who were and are considering abortion). Grandparents Gerald McDowell and the late Hillary McDowell helped raise all three kittens while Richard began his successful career as an entrepreneur, leading to his eventual inauguration as president of Wildfire Software, Inc. (where Mona would eventually become CEO). By the time Nathan had entered junior high, the proud father had earned at least $75,000 per year, which, at the time, was impressive. And I mean, really impressive.

In high school, Nathan had a GPA of 4.0 all four years and was valedictorian. He proved to be quite the athletic type, receiving scholarships for basketball, tennis, and soccer. He participated in his school’s intramural bowling league and was the state champion three years running. Yet he had no desire to compete in sports in college, as he was hoping to become a police officer. This was evident when he proved himself worthy in the sport of trap shooting, winning three regional championships and the respective national championships that followed, getting a perfect score of 100 clay pigeons out of 100 in all six championships.

After his third national championship, press reporters sent out to get the story for both the newspaper and for television interviewed him and were fascinated to discover how he planned to be a cop and yet all of his male ancestors were soldiers in one way or another. The public then began calling him “WARCAT” as a joke, but the nickname stuck. WARCAT eventually took it to heart.

In between high school and the police academy he had enrolled in, WARCAT applied for his motorcycle driver’s license.

WARCAT did not really make much use of his nickname until a tragic incident that led to him dropping out of cop school. While in cop school, he first learned of a group of lethal yet bumbling, idiotic villains who were determined to take over Wildcat City—if not the world—by means of their obsession: hypnosis. Boss Benjamin Primordius J. Alkadozer, Jr., in his constant insanity, learned of WARCAT’s reputation and decided it was time for him to destroy WARCAT and conquer the city. WARCAT prepared himself for anything that might happened to him.

One tragic night, in a side project to destroy a tiger named Gerald that turned out to be a double agent (he betrayed Alkadozer by writing a nasty article about the villain and put it in a tabloid, getting paid $10,000 for it), Alkadozer snuck into his house, not realizing he had snuck into the house of the wrong Gerald: Gerald McDowell, WARCAT’s own grandpa. Gerald was out cold snoring when it happened. Regrettably, he would never wake up again, for Alkadozer killed him in the same way Macbeth kills Duncan in the famous play by William Shakespeare: by means of a dagger. Alkadozer tried to cover up everything he could but ended up fleeing after an anxious woman who noticed unusual activity across the street (due to the flickering of the lights) dialed 911. Alkadozer got away, but the woman’s call was not deemed a fraud call, for Gerald really was dead. UPDATES: The autopsy revealed that Gerald had stopped snoring before Alkadozer struck him, and thus had died naturally, so the strike was in vain. Alkadozer had that loser's reputation, however; it was always all for nothing.

The next morning, the president of the cop school WARCAT was attending called WARCAT on the phone and informed him of his grandpa’s death. WARCAT, feeling it was his duty to go solo and feeling it was his destiny to be a great hero, made the brave decision to drop out of cop school. Donning a black mask, wearing a black bandanna, and all his clothes black from head to toe, he soon began his life as a vigilante crime fighter, making the use of the nickname “WARCAT” his official codename, using stealth, intelligence, and his Colt .45 as his only weapons. At first, Richard was very ambitious of this, but he quickly let it go for the family’s and the country’s sake.

Though not a superhero, WARCAT’s primary ability is his strength. He weightlifts to keep in shape, and he can easily bench-press 750 pounds. His strength explains why he once uprooted a whole forest’s worth of trees just to protect them from Alkadozer and the Quarrelsome Quartet’s deadliest weapon.

WARCAT is also quick on the draw, although avoiding using the gun unless it is absolutely necessary for him to do so. Usually, he has only fired his gun when a criminal has fired at him, and this has resulted in the death of villains such as Sammy “Clearance Sale” Smith (a robber who sold stolen merchandise at 50% off the actual retail price of the item; those who bought the merchandise were allowed to keep it after all the money was given back to the stores and then some), William Earnest Hansen (one of many modern Wild West-style bank robbers), and Brimo “Heavyweight” Johnson (an ex-pro wrestler who lost his sanity and swore revenge on those who booed him as he entered the ring, his last match was a championship loss to Jackal, his biggest rival and world champion for six years straight).

WARCAT’s alertness and quickness, coupled with his intelligence and his motorcycle skills (although nothing close to the Biker Mice from Mars), have won him national fame and gratitude, which, according to him, “is more than I could ever ask for in return from Americans.”

Additional information includes the fact he speaks with a bit of a gruff voice, his father was in the Navy, his brother, Tom, plays rock drums for the band The Bengal 9, and his sister, Mona, is a computer scientist by day and a professional pool player by night, having won championships in 8-ball, 9-ball, trick shots, and snooker. More recently, she has learned about the game of blackball, the game the United Kingdom simply calls 8-ball, and it bears many similarties.

WARCAT is the least frequently seen G-52, because his role as a freelance cop has led him to almost be independent of what they do as superheroes. He still qualifies as a G-52 because he's a trusted professional in his duties, and he would select the organization over the world any day. The groupthink issues were bothering him, however, which is probably one of the reasons he had to fight off the temptation to break away from the G-52s, in spite of Super C's policy that states, "Once a G-52, always a G-52." The W.C.P.D. also has honored him with his own number and badge, since he has all the qualifications of a police officer, even though he works better on his own, as well as works better when driving a motorcycle."

Superpowers: He doesn’t consider himself a superhero because he has no powers, even though he can bench-press 750, especially since another superhero, BONECRUSHER, can bench-press 50,000 with ease. Others see him as a superhero because of his devotion to his job and his relationships with Super C and the G-52s.
Arch-nemesis: whoever strikes crime on the streets. W.C. is notable for killing all three Alkadozers (Sr. Jr. III) in self-defense, as well as Sammy “Clearance Sale” Smith, William Earnest Hansen, Sr., and Brimo “Heavyweight” Johnson, all of whom were trying to kill him.
Personal quote: “Yeah, I’ll give up my gun...when you pry it from my cold, dead claws!”
"No, I never lived it down. I have never lived down the fact I killed all those criminals, even if the gunshots were deemed acceptable as self-defense and within the departmental policy. If I had fired the first shot on them without them coming back, then I'd be in prison forever because that's murder. And I say forever, because the laws in this town are as extremist as you can get. I think they also tend to have a right-wing bias. There was never any left-wingers getting involved in our politics. Conservatives love us, and liberals hate us. It's a matter of time before a civil war breaks out again."

NOTE: W.C. said this two months before the Second Civil War broke out, so as a joke, everybody's been calling him a prophet of sorts. But his so-called "prophecy" was inaccurate to a degree, for the Second Civil War was the entire country fighting back against Zachary Chandler's dictatorship. Wildcat City today welcomes Zachary with open arms.

TRIVIA: WARCAT, with his two colleagues Andrew Stennels and Nick Carlton, runs a detective group known as the Gunsquad. Although not seen in the picture, he does wear a typical police belt that contains one Colt .45, his only weapon other than his intelligence and cunning. Also, while he does own a brown bandanna (as pictured here), he usually dresses only in black.

Catchphrases: a typical tiger’s growl
“Let’s get down to business.”

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Artwork (C)  BlueMario1016
Character (C) me and me alone
Zachary Chandler (C)  Chuong