BELLADONA

ROGUE

TORTIE SHE-CAT WITH GREEN EYES AND LONG FUR

Genotype: XoXO BB dd aa mcmc spsp tata ww ii ll CC

Belladonna, or Bella as she prefers, sadly didn’t take after her mother when it came to size. Her height falls closer to the nine inch range. Her facial features are rounded and fluffed out, matching her more naive appearance. Long wispy fur drifts off and down her frame, softening the edges of her lean muscles. The thickest parts are her neck, paws, and tail making them larger in appearance only.

Pale gray blue dominates her pelt with patches of white and sandy brown mixed in. This combination of colors has allowed her to blend in along the shorelines of their home with surprising ease. Upon conversation, her green eyes seem distracted and vacant. A cat could easily assume her mind is lost in its own world.

Even from a distance, it might be hard to confuse her for a tom. Each movement is soft and gentle adding to her feminine aura. Surprisingly, no matter how dirty she becomes… Bella manages to clean up nicely.

+/- Curiosity/Candid

Despite Mizar's and Vixen's notorious reputation, Bella grew up in ignorance. The worst thing she ever experienced were small bouts of hunger or wounds during rough play. That is, until her seventh moon came around and her mother's took her brother and her out. Wonder filled her eyes upon seeing the world for the first time. This later would lead into a deep desire for exploration and experience of new things. It also came with the trouble associated with such wants.

When her mothers discovered her joy of exploration, they tried to prepare her. Lessons of lying were the most challenging. The slight twitch of her whiskers or sway her eyes often gave her away. It made keeping secrets even harder, especially from Vixen. She didn't help herself when she saw little point in it. What cat would hurt her family after all?

+/- Imaginative/Easily Distracted

Bella imagination is both a strength and weakness of hers. In its prime, she can creatively solve issues and some times in ways others never thought of. She enjoys the challenge and thrives in feeding her curiosity. Each sunrise cherishing a new discovery.

Unfortunately, this habit can cause her mind to wander. To those who don't know her, her eyes are glossed over in thoughts. Often they tend to be subjects not associated with the conversation. It doesn't mean she's not listening, but rather... unsatisfied with the chit-chat.

+/- Gentle/Timid

Compared to the rest of her family, Bella tends to be the opposite: quiet and gentle. She hates to see pain or suffering, even in animals. Signs of her distress can be seen in subtle trembles as she watches in horror. This has caused her mothers to teach her to run and hid rather than confront danger.

It is not to say she doesn't get upset, but it rarely lasts. In her mind, life is too short to remain angry.

Due to her timid nature, she'll often yield to her younger brother Nightshade. This has caused her to become a bit of a push over when it comes to her family. Instead of speaking about her emotions out loud, she keeps them secret for a time. When she finds an isolated place, a cat will hear her talking out loud to a stump or tree about her struggles. For some reason, airing them to her family is far harder. Either due to manipulation or guilt, she's not fully sure the reason.

Belladonna's first experience with the world was like every kit's. Born into darkness, the scent of milk with herbs, and a warm tongue to stimulate her system into action. During those early moons, the most she did was latch onto her mother's belly and suckle. Every once in awhile, her brother's needy paws found her head and pushed her off. With a small mew, she was immediately pushed back against the fur once again.

As the moons turned into sunrises, the two kits grew stronger. Bella's crawls turned into wobbly walks leaving no inch of the den unexplored. Including Aunt Vixen's herb storage. She recalled tasting a few poppy seeds only for her Aunt to feed her grass and throw it back up.

She never did that again.

During her third moon, Bella became curious about herbs. She often watched with rapture whenever Vixen mended their wounds. From cobwebs to crumbling chervil, she had a knack for remembering her passions.

Growing up in a two mothers den, Bella thought this type of family was normal. She knew nothing but safety and love until her sixth moon. That was when a new world opened up to her: the Northern Cliffs.

Of course, the first night her family didn't let her out of their sight. They knew her adventurous heart too well causing them to be cautious. She was rarely allowed to go anywhere without some sort of escort until her seventh moon. By this time, she had gotten some lay of the land and could find her way home easily.

Lately, she's found herself curious about the clan cats. Mainly what they were like and how they differed from herself. Luckily, she hadn't encountered any hostile cats, but it's only a matter of time.