kitty hewitt. face claim: stella maeve
shifter. exile. the bad luck charm you can't shake. kitty was never the golden child. not like her older brother. she spent most of her life in his shadow, and when she finally stepped out of it, she burned everything down behind her. it was her fault the pack was ambushed. she doesn't like to say this out loud. but everyone knows. especially sam.
she spent a lot of her time after that in feline form. it was jut easier that way. no questions, no guilt, no past. just another stray on the move. lost and alone, she longs to find a home. a truth she buries so deep. she wanders from town to town, never being able to stay in one place for too long.
very early in my life, it was too late.
species: shifter age: 28 pronouns: she/her, they/them occupation: drifter, barback, sometimes sings for cash alignment: chaotic neutral (with flickers of good) sexuality: unlabeled. falls fast and hard though. residence: none. abilties: shifting, heightened senses, fast reflexes. silence like a second skin.
notes: kitty falls in love with Bunny. for a second, she thinks maybe she could stay, but Darcy gets in her head, and Kitty does what she does best: runs. she's the type to look you straight in the eye while lying through her teeth. she's haunted by what happened to her pack, to her family. to herself. she doesn't want forgiveness. she just wants a place where she doesn't feel like a ghost anymore.
