A normal sixteen year old girl, dealing with her parents and how she wasn't their 'lil girl'. She never wore the prissy clothes they bought her but she would follow them on their trips. One trip would change her life. They were off to them middle east, and they were staying in a town for two weeks. She met a boy a few years older at eighteen, she was only sixteen. So she fell for him on sit, he was strong and sly and made her laugh- not to mention his eyes. So, she ended up having her first time... Of course, it was a little awkward and there was a little scratching, mostly him. But she didn't mind. She got home not too long after... but got a gift.

Not only was she carry now, to which her parents were horrified. They'd tried to raise a good catholic girl. But not only that, a few days after she found out, she changed, becoming a caracal in a painful first change. She told her parents and after everything they didn't want to listen. So she ended up running away, looking for a place with people to help her. She found an not so friendly were group and they ended up acting none-too kindly to her. They took off two of her fingers for trespassing and stealing. So now, handless, she's roamed around enough, avoiding citys that were big- which left her with little choice. So here she is, eight fingers an' all, untrusting and not too happy to be around more people that could hurt her.