Name: Nettlebee

Sex: She-cat

Gender: Demigirl(She/They)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Basic Appearance: Ticked tabby. Surprisingly pudgy for a Clan cat.

Photo:

Age: 27 moons.

Rank: Warrior

Positive traits: Fiercely independent, gets work done quickly, and filled to the brim with satire and sarcasm. Very charismatic, a bit weird as well, making them popular in social circles.

Neutral traits: Down to earth

Negative traits: But my oh my is this cat stubborn, often continuing a fight or holding a grudge even after the dispute had been resolved. Materialistic, mainly because their future is extremely important to them. At times Nettlebee is very lazy, without proper motivation they won't move a muscle. A bit spiteful.

Mate: None

Crush: None

Kits: None

Theme songs: Body~ Mother Mother

Other: Insecure about her weight

Scenarios:
/Same Clan\
Nettlebee had recently been chastised by Thornheart, the deputy of ShadowClan, for snapping at a few RiverClan cats, which nearly brewed a nasty border fight. You remember how she had been yelled at a few times over the past few moons for a few different transgressions. Usually after being told off she held a nervous, apphrensive disposition. Their fire usually flickers out right after it begins. This time, however, she seemed vexed and bitter. Her eyes lock into yours and you..

/Different Clan\
Nettlebee, along with a few other of her Clanmates, skittered, shaken with fear into (your Clan). Heavily scarred with a long gash seared into her shoulder, she began to plea for help. Her words had begun to become incoherently, turning into gibberish as she went on. Chest heaving, eyes half-lidded she tried to get the rest of her story out. Only a moment away from collapsing you..

/Rogues/Loners/Kittypets\
Make one up!