Ripley was born to her mother Sigourney and father Ridley alongside her littermates Hicks, Newt, Bishop, and Xeno. She spent the first few moons of her life in bliss at an exotic breeder, playing with her siblings and listening to her mother tell them stories of the desert and mountains their grandmother had been born in. The wilderness was in their blood, it was their heritage. That stuck with her, took root in young Ripley's mind. The idea she was destined to return to a far off wild land one day left a sparkle in her eyes and lust for adventure. Life for Ripley turned into a dream when her new family came to pick her up from her mother, the couple a young up-and-coming pair of influencers from California who wanted a "cool weird pet."

She had a camera in her face from day 1 and she basked in it, gleefully playing with her new family and throwing herself into a harness to explore the backyard. And further beyond soon enough, as he paws touched ocean waves and scaled mountains alongside her owners. Any attempts from strangers to pet her were met with warning growls, however, though she swears she only ever bit humans a couple times! Just a few!

Her mother's words echoed in her mind as she padded through strands of redwoods and sequoias, through rainy, misty woodland and dry, alien, red desert. The trips were always too short, too little of a glimpse of what the world could be. She tore apart her toys in her house, sitting on her catio and staring out over the fence that surrounded her family's massive Los Angeles residence. A mansion and all its things couldn't satisfy her, her growing love from the computer didn't feel the hole in her heart, and Ripley began to feel rather listless.

She was destined for more than this small world, wasn't she?

At 28 moons, Ripley and her owners packed up and moved across the country, arriving in Florida to another mansion located in Miami. Her enclosure was so much bigger here! She could even stay outside at night, and she did so frequently, chattering endlessly to strays and urban bobcats who came into the yard. What riled her, however, was how much the latter seemed to look down on her, telling her that if she had any sense she would leave.

The lock wasn't easy to break with her teeth, so she would give some agitated reply and snarl at them to fuck off. Only when she was around 40 moons did she meet a bobcat who actually helped her, his stray cat mate in tow and as chirpy as anything. His name was Badwater and the molly's name was Jessie Jane. Standing on Badwater's back, Jessie opened the outside door to Ripley's enclosure.

She didn't give it a second thought before running out, and immediately asking the pair if she could travel with them.

 Rogue Life (40-52 Moons)

The wilderness did not accept Ripley with a warm embrace, mosquitoes, hunting, finding clean water, and building shelter all overwhelming her within the first few days. Badwater and Jessie, now empty-nesters, snapped into a parental state with the younger bobcat almost immediately, each teaching her the skills she would need to make it in the urban jungle and tangled swampland. Badwater spent each night telling stories of his life to her, Ripley's brash demeanor settling every time he fed her another piece of her culture, her heritage she'd never gotten to have until now. He helped her pick her name, her first name that defined the true start of her life.

Scenery changed over the moons and the trio made their way closer to the everglades, though Badwater always had them take the longer way around and keep to the beaches when possible. Panthers lurked in the Glades, he said, wildcats bigger than any bobcat could hope to be. While generally secretive, the mountain lions of his desert home had eaten cats before and he didn't trust the ones in the swamp to be any less deadly.

Hearing of the Clans was just happenstance, really, conversation between Badwater, Ripley, and a local bobcat named Hawthorn. She wasn't about to touch the swamp with a ten foot pole, but the beach cats? They sounded kinda neat, and Jessie and Badwater were going to settle for a good few moons before potentially moving again. Palling around with a bunch of weirdos sounded as good an idea as anything else. Plus, she could finally make a name for herself!

 Warriorhood (52 Moons-Present)

It was strange, meeting all these smaller cats in the same place. Ripley wasn't entirely sure about this whole Clan cat thing, but well...she figured she would stay while Badwater and Jessie Jane lived in the area! She can always leave, after all. But...something in her wants to stay too. Huh. Weird.