Severa
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
As a Guard, she was supposed to organize some sort of event. As a young Guard, she also needed to train. The young she-cat was seven moons, and still growing but she wasn’t going to let that stop her. The dilute torbie was determined to pull her weight around here—perhaps she still hadn’t forgiven herself for declining her Father’s invitation to travel.
But she liked the group here, the personalities—and she couldn’t leave Mama Luna. Or Velocity. Or any of them.
Severa leapt atop the couch, digging her claws into the fraying fabric about the spine of it. “HEY! Every able-bodied cat, it’s time for FIGHT CLUB!” she yowled, projecting her voice as far as she could through the Blood House. She waited a moment until some had entered the room, and went on.
“It’s been a while since we had a good fight club round here! Most of us should have healed from the dog attack by now and it’s time we got back in shape. I know we got some inexperienced folks here,” her included, if she were honest, “so we’ll have a training session for them—if you’d rather jump right into a sparing match though, let me know and I’ll pair you up with a partner!”
She jumped down from the couch ledge and curled her black tipped tail around her paws.
// Say whether you want a training session or a sparing match & what weight class you’d consider the cat to be [so Severa can pair people up of similar size]