Otter; Not Done

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Name | Otter

Gender | she-cat

Age | 9 moons

Rank | loner

Clan | None

Beliefs| Otter is very open-minded, but currently doesn't believe in StarClan. This is mainly because she has had no contact with the clans.

Parents | Fuzza, a kittypet, is her mother. She is a Turkish Van. Foxen, a loner, is her father. He is a Maine Raccoon Cat. (Both NP)

Siblings | Drag and Bison are her brothers. Drag is Turkish Van. Bison is more Maine Coon. (Both PC)

Other Kin | N/A

Mate | N/A

Crush | N/A

Kits | N/A

Apprentice/Mentor | N/A

Appearance | Tall, chubby Otter's silky fur is a brilliant tanish color, and it seems to glow. Along her collar bone, it has a darker tint. Her long, furry tail is a dark brown. Her not-pointy-but-not-curved ears are about the same brown as her tail. Otter's longer-than-most face seems to have stripes of wood-brown color over a dull-brown color. Her legs have a lighter version of this. Otter's eyes are a gray color, and they rarely show how she feels. Her white whiskers are just a bit longer than the length of her face, and are a bit droopy.

Personality | Otter is very shy, but will speak what she thinks if she knows others will side with her. She is always doing things that most cats would label 'not normal', such as sitting in trees and scaring birds for the fun of it. Otter is overly curious, and is often is someone else's bussiness. When she has somebody else's bussiness to be in, anyways. She will talk for hours on end if she has someone to talk to, even if that's the ants crawling on the ground.

Skills | Otter has amazing jumping abilitys, this is thanks to her Maine Coon inheritance. Also, thanks to her Turkish Van origins, she can swim quite well. She also can run very fast, in short time periods. She strongly dislikes fighting, but will if her life depends on it. She not good at tracking.

History l
Planning her escape.- 4 moons
"Momma?" Otter mewled, "I wanna play in the forest!"
" Yeah, me, too!" Drag pounced up into the air, pawing a leaf that fell from a nearby tree.
Bison grunted, "I want to see dad."
"Hush, you three," Fuzza licked each kit on the head. Otter quickly swiped at the spot where she licked, but couldn't reach.
"Why can't we?" Drag mumbled, "Why're we stuck in here! Foxen gets to live in the forest!"
"Yeah!" Bison and Otter chimed in.
"Because I say so." Fuzza hissed, shushing all three kits.

But Otter had planned to leave her mom, to travel the forests in search of a home out there, like Foxen told of before he has shoo'd away by the housefolk. When her mother was let outside, she would slip out behind her and take a dash for the trees.

First Steps into the wild-6 moons

This was her chance. The door opened just a crack. Just enough for a cat to squeeze through. Without warning, Otter dashed through the opening, and headed to the trees. She could hear her mother calling to her, but soon her voice faded. Only then did Otter stop.
"Hello," she called to a bird, who's only reply was flying away.