OS | You run from the Unknown

The most striking thing about you are your eyes. Pale green and large, they almost seem to be in a state of perpetual surprise or worry. They suit you. Your face, long and triangular, is framed by sizeable ears. Your coat is made up of longish, silver-grey fur, striped with dark grey from your ears to your tail-tip. The grey is interrupted by a few patches of white; two broken rings around the eyes, all along your stomach, around your neck and muzzle, and on the lower half of each of your legs. Your fur is groomed just well enough to keep it from tangling. It sticks up at odd angles where you haven’t bothered to smooth it down. This is most noticeable around the neck area.
You are small for a cat your age, and of your kind. Not so small that anyone would mistake you for a kitten, but small enough for it to attract notice.
Though your fur tries to hide it, your limbs are long, and you are built for grace. Lithe and wiry, you flow instead of simply walking. This is at odds with the way you stand. Always tense and watchful, with ears alert and a slight bend to your knees so you can move at the first sign of danger.
The smell of damp earth clings to you, along with a hint of crushed pine needles and fish.