Kit

Tall and muscular with a thick dark brown mane that fluffs up between her ears and flows over her face, together with her strong and fierce odd-eyed gaze, Kit stands out above the rest. She has a medium length coat of rich light chocolate with abstract stripes over her back, shoulders, and hind legs (just below the hips). Her tail is long and tufted thickly with fur matching her mane. She has two beauty spots, one easily recognizable below her left eye, the other on the right side of her upper chest. Kit’s honed claws are raven black and her tall eyes, tufted, are always listening. Her one bright blue and one yellow eye are constantly observing and catching the smallest of details.

Genuine but rash while also tending to be loud, Kit is one of those personalities you wish wasn’t also opinionated. She hates the idea of royalty and blinding following orders. She has always needed a reason to respect authority. Unsurprisingly, she’s often referred to as a rebel; always pushing boundaries and asking questions. She’s very independent but often lonely. Kit has a strong sense of right but also anger from her relationship with her father and mother. She can have a short temper but would rather laugh it off if possible. She can be soft with a select few.

Kit was born amongst her people as the future leader and recognized as a male at birth. Her father, the current king, was stern and combative but proud to have had a son. When young, Kit’s spoiled attitude made it difficult for her make and keep friends and it wasn’t until she stood up for a smaller counterpart that she realized what she had been doing wrong. Her once close relationship with her father would then turn sour when she would come out as female rather than male. Although accepted by nearly everyone else, including her mother, the emotional betrayal of her father would forever leave their relationship unfixable.

When she grew older, Kit found ever excuse possible to not remain at the heart of the territory (more or less the village that resides at the heart of the territory) and began venturing out beyond the boarders. Out there she felt free of her father’s roar of disapproval at everything she did or didn’t do. But on one such an occasion, trying to escape the cruel eyes of her father, she came upon one of her own that she had never seen before and who was clearing living outside of the Tribe. The two she-cats took up a friendship that bloomed into love. With the help of one of her friends from the territory, Kit and Lofta would run far from the forest lands and over rolling plains to a desolate and unforgiving land of sand and fire. Amongst the shifting sand dunes, Kit and Lofta would remain for years, making a living tracking down thieves for petty coin.

Both Kit and Lofta would return to the wooded land they had been born into as adults, with an unexpected addition.