A bit if a work in progress at the moment! (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ
General Information
Current Name: Nebula ↣ ↣ Past names: --- Nicknames: Nebs, Nebby, Lala, Age (in moons): Between 6 - 8 moons Gender: Cis Female (She/Her) Sexual Orientation: Demisexual, Heteroromantic (She will not have feelings toward a tom unless she already has a strong bond with them.) Birth Date: Undecided. Personality: You will not often meet kittypet quite like this one, as she is unique among the pampered cats. The reason for this is simple, Nebula is unhappy with her life. Very unhappy. It started when she was young, just a tiny kit in a fluffy basket with her kin. Her life was good then, her family was kind and the twolegs left her be when she was that small. It got bad when she was two moons old. The twolegs picked her from her basket with her siblings, tying ribbons around their necks and placing them on the ground as twoleg kits of all kinds prodded and grabbed them. Her parents just watched, they watched as one by one their own kits were taken away to separate dens never to see each other again. That is the exact moment Nebula remembers she started hating them. From that day on, she started hissing and scratching at her new twoleg owners. She would ruin the den and nipped at the twoleg kit's prodding paws. She hated it all, and she could explain every bit of what she cats. She would escape every time she could. Scratch through the screen on the windows. Slip between the cracked open doors. Anything. But every single time the twolegs ran out and got her again. Every. Single. Time. But she knew if only she could escape she could live a good life out in the wild with actual food and other cats. Her life was full of hatred, hatred for nothing in particular but her life itself. She knew she could make it better, she wanted to make it better. If she only had a friend, someone to speak to she would be happy but she doesn't know if she could trust any cat. But she knows she would willingly run off with any cat if they could get her away from here. She knows she can be happy, and she wants to be happy, she just needs some help. She doesn't have much of social skills, as she hasn't spoken to any cat in moons, so she will often stutter through her words when she is introduced to other cats once again. She will become very talkative, and she'll realize she really loves the company of someone else and has a knack for imagining stories of cat-like creatures. She becomes a sort of joker, always wanting others to laugh as it makes her happy to see others the same. Phobias: Likes: Dislikes: Strengths: Weaknesses: Place of Birth: Former rank(s): Beliefs: Appearance: |
" " -Quote from or regarding Nebula
Relationships
|Deceased|Inactive| |Close Kin| Father(s): --- Mother(s): --- Brother(s): --- Sister(s): --- Daughter(s): --- Son(s): --- |Kin| Cousin(s): --- Aunt(s): --- Uncle(s): --- Grandmother(s): --- Grandfather(s): --- Neice(s): --- Nefew(s): --- Grandchildren: --- |Other| Mentor(s): --- Apprentice(s): --- Best Friend(s): --- Friend(s): --- Neutral: --- Acquaintance(s): --- Enemies: --- Crush: --- Significant Other: --- |