AND YOUR APPEARANCE?

You were stopped at the edge of Lake Clearwater, stopping from your travels momentarily for a drink. That's when you saw her. Orange and black splotches dotting across a petite, but lithe, white body, back legs slightly taller than the front-- the stereotypical build of a Japanese Bobtail. The molly even had the docked tail, the appendage being nothing more than a tuft of multi-colored fur on her rear end. The different colors on her body weren't soft splotches like most cats would've had-- no, most of them were a bit spikier in appearance, tendrils of color reaching out to encroach on the white.

She was clean looking. No scars were on her body. And her fur was shiny and soft-looking; sign of a well-kept pelt. You noticed, when she turned her head away from the lake, that her right ear had a grey stripe in a near-perfect circle. It was probably the most unusual part of her coat pattern. Her paw-steps were quick and light as she turned to walk away, finished from her break and ready to move onto wherever she was needed next. As this mysterious molly moved, you finally caught a glimpse of her face, and was met with bright, copper colored eyes. Ones that held a purpose behind them; whoever this was, this was a strong girl, and not a very social one at that.

She carried herself confidently, to an extent. Not tall, and strong, as a normal, cocky cat would. This molly obviously kept to herself, not holding herself taller than her tall body already made her out to be. She didn't want to be in the spotlight. Her default expression wasn't quite a resting bitch face, but it had obviously been hardened by some sort of pain. You were left to wonder momentarily about what could have happened to her.

But in the blink of an eye, the bobtail was out of there as quickly as she appeared, silently slipping out of view to continue her journey to wherever.