Written in the Stars

One line Description: A heavily built white and ginger she cat with amber eyes

Descriptive Appearance: Wasp is an intimidating she cat, with a heavy build and bulky muscle. Her finely featured face does bear a number of small scars from her fights on her brothers’ behalves, but she usually bears a friendly expression. Her amber eyes are porportonal to her head, but her ears are rather tall. Her whiskers are paler than her fur and shorter than average.

Her short fur is half white and half ginger, the ginger focused on the top half of her body. The lowest the ginger fur goes is about halfway down her chest, apart from a small spot among the fur of her underbelly. Her legs are long and she has larger than average paws, as if she never quite grew into them. Her tail is long and bears a white tip.

Brief Personality: Generous, hardworking, vindictive, withdrawn

Descriptive personality: Wasp is a bit of a complicated cat in a few ways. She is a generous she cat at her heart, genuinely wishing for the best for those around her. However she’s realistic enough to recognize many rogues and loners don’t share her views, and keeps them at a good distance when she can. However when a cat is in true need of aid she can’t help but act in whatever way she can, often overextending herself.

But, on the other side of things she has her rage. No misdeed against her is ever truly forgotten, and rarely is it forgiven. As with her kindness she often takes her grudges too far, holding onto them for far too long when compared to the misdeed in question. To match this she can be rather petty and revenge driven. She is wary of strangers, and has a strong dislike of large groups of strange cats.

Parents: Miette and Tomas
Siblings: Bee and Ant
Kits:  None
Descriptive History: Wasp was born to a pair of loners within the twoleg graveyard. She was born alongside two sickly brothers, outcompeting them easily. However her mother always held her oldest back, allowing the two tom kits to at least survive while their sister thrived.

When her eyes opened, Wasp began to understand what she was doing. And when she looked at her struggling brothers, she looked at them with blossoming compassion fostered by her patents.

Wasp learned of the stars from her father, and their meanings. And more importantly not to trust them. She was told the story of her father’s first love who left him to join a strange tom who claimed knowledge of the stars and long dead cats.

She was taught to fight by her mother, and how to defend her brothers. And by the time she was a year old she was left to care for them herself, her parents expecting yet another litter.

Life wasn’t easy for the trio. One of the two toms was often too sick to hunt, and occasionally both were. Wasp became a proficent hunter, sure, but their constant illness wore down on her.

Desperation, exhaustion, and perhaps spite mounted over the months, the culmination coming one dreary fall day. The graveyard was busy for once, and the weak and near death brothers lay tucked away. Wasp led a pair of twolegs to where they lay, and Bee and Ant were carried off, cursing their sister’s betrayal between labored breaths.

Mourning what she had to do to save her brothers, Wasp left the graveyard. She took shelter in the rotting husk of a boat left behind at the abandoned dock outside the city, occasionally offering shelter to lost clan cats and lost rogues and loners alike.