Selene ☾
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SELENE.
MOONLIT WANDERER .
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SELENE is a cat who seems to be unapproachable at first; a cold and distant aura, she sticks to herself in comparison to relying on others. She can cooperate to a degree, but she will often follow her own agenda — if it happens to contrast what the others want, that’s simply too bad.
She isn’t ignorant or impulsive, however. SELENE is able to catch onto things rather quickly and act with surprising efficiency. She will utilize details of the environment around her, improvising a plan to complete the goal as soon as possible.
She seizes the chance to strike while the iron’s hot — no matter who or what may get in her way. Once SELENE sets her sight on something, it’s hard to shake her focus off of it.
While she has her appealing traits, she isn’t the most fitting to be friends with. Very few would appreciate her blunt honesty and stubborn nature, often judging others for how they act. She finds many overreact to things that happen — why focus on being hurt when you can strive forward? SELENE is not in touch with emotions, whether her own or another’s. She may be able to socialize, but she isn’t exactly the most pleasant conversation partner, depending on the topic.
average (~9.5 in)
lean (9 lbs)
The chilly northern winds ruffling her fur, the snow underneath her feet. When she breathes, she can see her breath fog up and dissipate, a fleeting memory. She remembers being alone during this time, wandering the snowy grounds that she called home. Home was a funny word, given she knew at that time from lingering emotions that she had no home, no family by her side — only herself to watch her back.
The direct opposite of her first memory; a lingering warmth that would take root in her heart. She remembers a group of friends, bonding over shared interests, her hunting for them. She laughed and loved them dearly. So she's met with frustration when she can't remember their names, but most importantly their faces.
She didn't know what she felt was love, and she couldn't admit it before the chance was stolen from her. She only vaguely remembers a fluffy, pale coat, adoring the way the other would warm her freezing heart, melting the ice that took hold as they laid next to her. There's that aching feeling of regret and mourning that follows — but most importantly, the longing that would infect her being would hold her back, though she still keeps pressing forward.
She has to keep moving forward.
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