Expectation: “You’re some kind of feline, I reckon. Not a domestic one, for sure, but you don’t really look like a big cat either so I’m going to say you must some kind of small wild feline, like a fisher cat? You are male, I assume, but don’t really care about pronouns that much. You seem... distant from reality and don’t really like the way the world currently is, a glass half empty kind of dude. Nothing is ever good enough for you, everything is all doom and gloom and I can’t say I blame you for thinking that way if you do, the world is a hellish place sometimes. Perhaps you do have a partner but I see you as a loner, one that won’t hurt others but wouldn’t help them either. Judging by the icon, you look like you have lots of spots! Maybe scars from battling other animals?”
Reality: “You are cat, obviously, but a domestic one, albeit feral and you are far from wanting to live in a long-paw’s home. Not much is said about you, but you trip over your own tail? I was not expecting such a ferocious feline to… trip over his own body part. I know you won’t like hearing that because you seem to be VERY sensitive over people telling you that. I’m not like Reece so I won’t nag you about it, but maybe be more careful. You really don’t care much about how you look. Guessing that sometimes you can judge based on appearance sometimes!”