Tanya

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Name: Tanya
Gender: Female
Age: About seven years old.

Sire: Aleksei
Dam: Darya
Siblings: Fyodor, Galya, and Katya. Her sisters have territories relatively close, but her brother's pretty far away. They don't communicate, anyway.
Other: None that I can think of at the moment.

Description: Rangy and long-legged, Tanya has the look of a well-fed and prosperous hunter. Her coat is sleek and a deep blue grey, thick and dappled with black. Being a cat, naturally she moves with that boneless, deadly grace that really isn't fair to the rest of the natural world, as it tends to put most of it to shame. Her eyes are a luminescent green-gold, and tend to hold an expression of supercilious disdain for the rest of the animal kingdom. The thick fur around her face makes her look larger than she is, which she uses to her advantage.

Personality: In short, she believes that everything and everyone in the world exists to be of use to her, and if it is not, then it shouldn't exist at all. Other animals are either prey or competition; there's no room for friends, companions, or even nodding acquaintances. This makes for a lonely existence, but she honestly doesn't care. She doesn't need to have companionship; she's been surviving on her own, and doing a very good job of it too, for the majority of her life--which has been pretty long for a solitary lynx, all things considered--and besides, without the bother of companionship, she has more time to concentrate on what really matters. Her.

History: Honestly, there isn't much to tell. Nothing of the tragic pasts that you might expect, no sad story of her family being murdered by human hunters when she was only a kitten.

Actually, she had a rather nice kittenhood. She was, if not the biggest in the litter, certainly a close second, and thus, she got more milk--and later meat--than the other kittens, and thus grew larger, and thus stronger. This is why her territory is easily the largest of the three females, and why she's so well-fed and content with her lot.

Well, she was. Until those filthy wolves started showing up.

Secret Word: I <3 Rushing Spirits

((Allo, luv.))

Accepted
Teetering on the edge...
o_O Call me love again, and Ray'll be at your neck...
(I have an issue with people calling me names like love and dear)