Probably what I posted in cat-share.
Shorthaired classic caliby with high white spotting and blue eyes, holding a cardinal feather.
How they walk, any accent, decription of build, weight class, scars and resting facial expression.
Sensitive, nostaligic, eccentric, good humoured, listener, dedicated, airy.
She finds meanings in small things, has a fascination with dangerous weather. She's used to people blowing things out of proportion and is currently learning to take things in stride and understand that sometimes things go wrong and that's okay. She likes listening to people and has a bad habit of saying something witty or funny instead of offering advice, so some people find it hard to take her seriously. For all that she's used to people arguing she flinches whenever someone raises their voice. She gets odd fixations on objects over small meanings she discovers, currently she has a thing for a feather of a bird she killed because she feels guilty, its not the first odd things she started carrying with her and it typically lasts until the object is blown away or lost. [000/200]
Kithood, teenhood, adulthood-
Everything up to Act 1
Ran away from a destructive clan that was at war, misses her brother a lot but can't stand the idea of returning, prefers beachclans peace to the thought of war.
History from moon 19 to MackerelReef's death
Everything from FlowerReef's corronation to her death
Plans for this cats furture, including
Theme-song: This Means War,
Hobbies: grooming or otherwise caring for her current trinket
Talents: Fearless of storms
Beliefs: She's heard of plant covered dead cats returning to the fight to defend their clanmates, of course this was elders stories so she's not sure how true they are.
Favourites: winter [season], fish [prey], blizzards [weather].
Other: currently can't stand the sight of dead birds