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GENERAL:

☽ Andromeda | named after the greek goddess of dreams

☽ Nicknamed Andy, Meda

☽ 12 Moons | physically && mentally

☽ Heterosexual, Heteroromantic | wary of affectionate advances

☽ Libra

☽ Prefers feminine pronouns

☽ Trainee of BloodClan

☽ Pure BloodClanner

☽ Vocals of Natalie Dormer

IMPORTANT INFO:

☽ Default expression is relaxed, usually an observing look

☽ Behaves very regally

☽ Lost connection with family

☽ Loves to swim

☽ Has a light pink collar with a raven feather embedded at the center that lays against her chest

☽ Yet to be scarred

FAMILY:

☽ child of minos x rosaline x romeo | specifically romeo x rosaline product

☽ youngest sibling to hera && lester

☽ cousin to finch, cerin, florence, && adeline

☽ niece to vi, luxor

PHYSICAL:

NORWEGIAN FOREST CAT MAINE COON MIX | Health: 100%

☽ a small, supple thick-furred brown and white tabby she-cat with beautiful sage green eyes

☽ long and lithe figure | known for her long legs

☽ scented with lavender

☽ honeyed, mellow voice

PERSONALITY:

+ tactful, easygoing, slightly seductive/charming, refined, sociable

- gullible, indecisive, hates being rushed, prefers to know all the facts, potential havoc wrecker

☽ Andromeda is an approachable, charming feline unlike her BloodClan brethren. At first glance you notice her brooding silence, lounging and observing as if the world is a show for her amusement. However, this feline appreciates knowledge and displays it humbly in her graceful and sarcastic nature. She can be easy to fool, no matter how sharp her tongue is, anoften fools others by her outer appearance. Andy is the "devil in disguise", not looking to hold grudges or partake in revenge unless it has appealed to her personally. Violence is not usually her way, unless she's provoked of course, and the sarcasm she owned as child lies hidden in her somewhere. A remnant of the seductress and irresponsible males era in BloodClan, Andy feels forced to be ladylike and no0t continue her desire for pleasure as her mother had.

[All events mentioned in roleplay have actually been roleplayed before. The events of her disappearance are madeup, as that was my excuse for Andy not being role-played because of my caution with FF. Although her return is my literal return to RPing on this site xD]

She was back. Back and older.

Andromeda was the dear daughter of a threesome, once a small and childish thing with her heart on her sleeve. She'd always been observant, soft-spoken, and much older than what she was. Although, as a kitten with her excessive fluff and wobbly little legs no one was quite impacted on her behavior. But now, as though she was born from mist, the beaut had returned. Her tail was a banner at her back, head as high as though she'd been in BloodClan her whole life and hadn't just reappeared out of the blue. What was the assumtions of her absence? Had anyone even bothered to recognize she was gone? Well, nevertheless, her family was like the mist she'd could out of, non-existent somehow and gone with the breeze, and it seemed only she could take form.

One might mistake her for a kittypet, coat sleeker than ever and appearance still polished and figure plump with content. Andy had also found her collar, a pink one that accentuated her femininity to no surprise. Dark optics of forest green glowed as she took in the depilated hotel she'd developed an aching for. This was home, Andromeda couldn't deny it. Different... but home nevertheless. After so long, she'd found it. The black feather that hung from the collar, imbedded in the pink accessory with no further decoration to prove her a BloodClanner, flickered at her chest. Where was her teeth? After all these years, what progress had she done? For any curious observers, she wouldn't mind answering.

It was her approach, head high and tail swaying, a rhythm in her hips, that soon brought her upon a depressing sight. A kit, as helpless and naïve as she once was, unconscious in her path. The kitten looked almost joyous, as though whatever she was envisioning behind closed lids was a good vision... until its sweet little face contorted in terrible shock and agony. It was merely a scrappy mess of fur, an ugly canvas painted in red. Unable to stop her sympathy, Andromeda dashed to the small thing's aid. Knocked out... the blood loss... "Deary, please wake up," spoke the thick tabby, her voice far to old for her youthful age. Probably her own mother's tone, not that Andy cared much of any resemblance she held to that selfish pig.

She wasn't expecting many members to gape at her return, and frankly she didn't know why it was a repetitive thing in her mind. It was the chirping of bird song, constantly in her ears until she too, could meow the melody with annoyance and ease. But some part of her, with the unknown whereabouts of her beloved siblings on her conscience, hoped some BloodClanner would recognize her and be glad she'd come home. During her absence, her heart had ached for this stinky, ruined building. Had ached in the memory of Lester's box tower and their own little box right next to their vivacious cousins... Andromeda inhaled a breath, muscles relaxing in her elegant, very feminine frame. Her pink collar, of simple fabric, was starkly contrasted against her well-groomed tabby and white coat. Surprisingly, her collar was not studded with the familiar symbol of teeth. Instead, dangling in the center of her snowy chest, was a raven black feather embedded in the fabric.

She too eased from the darkness, as if she'd been in BloodClan all these moons, and casually strolled over to a timid looking male. Andy wasn't surprised she hadn't seen any familiar faces, save for Taboa's... How she'd once admired the leading molly as a kit, her and her mate. She might recognize me... right? But the light in those green eyes, bold and lively, didn't die in the childish excitement that blossomed within her heart. Her elegance had never faded from her, but she surely looked grown with the absence of her kit fluff and the growth of her legs. At only 10 months, Andromeda was a seductress that played the role of a dignified female.

With her approach, a sway of her tail and the usual, subtle sway of her hips, Andy threw on a mischievous grin. Fighting... it'd taken a while to master something like that. And even then, she hadn't lived up to her potential. "Greetings," the tabby dame spoke with a slight dip of her head to the strange masculine that had a faint scent of herbs amid the usual BloodClan stench. A painful memory pierced her thoughts. Her brother... Her brother was supposed to be BloodClan's healer... "My name is Andromeda. Would you care to be my sparring partner?" Her voice, gentle and airy, was oddly icy as the memory invaded her being. An unnecessary bitterness filled her bones, and bile rose in her throat as she patiently waited, thick tail wrapping around white paws.

Andromeda is proudly returning to aide BloodClan's activity! She's open to plotting as well, as I came across a thread where Sharkbite seems a bit nervous about BloodClanners so I'd assume their meeting will be interesting! If your interested in a roleplay with Andy and her general characteristics, I have a link to her Bio in the signature c:

Andromeda is back! I decided I really enjoyed playing her, and returning to FF meant I should probably revive her c:

Member

Andromeda, played by STARBABE

Female - Heterosexual - Single - Trainee

Elegant, lithe, thick-furred brown and white tabby she-cat with sage green eyes.

Andromeda approached on paws of clouds, steps silent as she neared the familiar calico mistress. Taboa, sitting luxuriously by herself, was watching the sun set as though she hadn't a care in the world. And maybe, maybe she hadn't. Still, after all these moons, Taboa remained a classy idol. She would never change in the young tabby's eyes. Admiration swelled in her chest, hope for answers of the disappearance of her kin overwhelmed those emotions. As a kit, Andy might've blinked big, owlish emeralds up towards the accented molly's face. She might've frozen in the mere attention, but with time the tabby had overcome childish responses and urges. She was young, indeed, but she felt as though acting her age would make her weak. Felt it'd make her as naïve as before, and as easy to succumb to the emotions that secretly roiled in her being.

Hopefully Taboa would remember that impressive kitten with her kin... Hopefully would remember the beauty that wafted from the kitten even with her kit fluff and tiny legs. Andromeda had certainly aged, had probably become a female version of her irresistible fathers with her mother's silver tongue, so it was rumored. Head high, posture stiff to keep from shaking with disbelief, the Norwegian Forest cat opened her maw.

"Hello Taboa. It's lovely to see you again," she spoke, unable to keep her lopsided smile from gracing her pink lips. Her ridiculous feather bounced against her chest, her collar and appearance, and probably approach, some cliché way to return to her home. But what was she to know? She was like a child of the mist at this point, not some bastard creation of a threesome.

Oh my bad! I didn't realize the immense change BloodClan has taken on! Wow.. I'd expected it all to be the same but I was obviously wrong! xD She'd be an inferior then.

at least I only mentioned the warehouse in one post, god I feel like an idiot xD

Omg Lightningpaw would definitely be the spark to Andromeda's life. Get it? Spark? Okay I'm done

Anyway! Her bio is in my signature if you wanna know a bit more about her! Spice up Andy's life for sure <3

Hello!!

I think Andromeda and Wheatpaw could get along quite... interestingly! Especially when he strikes up an inner chord and Andy gets moody xD

What do you say? c:

xD

OMG YOU PLAYED WASPPAW!!! I'm bursting with joy and soooo much happiness honestly. Well yeah! Andy grew up a bit and has returned to BloodClan. She's sorta the same? Oh I'd love to interact with Lightning even more now!! I'm so glad you remember! I remember them too!

Thanks so much! Can't wait!

what an angsty reintroduction .o.

The other insubordinate would glance sideways at the male, a tch quirking the corner of her pink lips. Pearly whites glimmered only for a moment before she mentally consoled herself. This poor kit was like a softer side of herself, searching for her mother and beaten raw. Beaten raw, and this tom had the audacity to prod at her. Something snapped inside the refined tabby, squaring her shoulders and tilting her head upward.

"Hey. Keep your paws to yourself. Can't you see she's suffered enough? What a curly tailed brute you are, no better than a pig on a farm," Andromeda would meow calmly, emerald eyes flashing with a fire of annoyance. Who did he think he was? Sure they were ruthless BloodClanners, but she'd proven her worth to the Clan by merely breathing these shallow breaths. She'd taken a beating a kit her age should've never endured, by a dog no doubt, and she was so foolish as to keep going on. Her mother? She'd never be found here. Here, mothers abandoned their children. Andy grimaced, something chilling rising from her to make her claws uncurl in the earth.

Her thick tail would brush gently over the mutilated kitten, her face remote and expressionless. The young female would then bend down, pink tongue brushing ever so lightly. The blood left a metallic tang on her taste buds, but Andy was restless and determined. It wasn't long for the beaut to stiffen once more and let the fur on her spine bristle. Their medic... where could he be? Irritation pushed her strokes to be more vigorous, and the Norwegian Forest lass would raise her head, her maw painted with blood as she looked about with slight panic.

"Stay strong kitten. Will yourself to stay alive."

Help. One thing that approached Andromeda on spindly legs all the time. The help given to her was never pure, always ended in some emotional terror. That was the old Andy, the kit who wished to travel with her sister and rule BloodClan with her medic brother. Somehow, Andromeda felt like she was dying with the kit. Fever dreams of her own took over the tabby's mind. Sage green eyes, that was naturally relaxed and observant, were now narrowed in a daze. It wasn't until the healer, on speedy paws with a snappish tone, sent the young female in a frenzy. Gingerly, she picked the kitten up by the scruff and bounded after the young tom who'd offered his assistance.

This help looked stable. This help ensured the longevity of the kitten. This help was the soft spot in the titanium armor BloodClan loved to parade around. In Andy's young age, seductresses and foolish toms dominated the ranks. Her mother had been one, and her kin too, elite seductresses. This caused the tabby to remind herself she would not be like her mother, would not use her silver tongue and would remain as a dignified young lady. Her sway of the hips, the glow in her eyes, the shape of her figure, it was all a distraction to the fiery beast beneath. It was not her. Andromeda was not comfortable at this moment in her own fur. In fact, she wished she took the place of the kitten.

The feather gleamed blacker than before, spots of the kits blood staining Andy's chest and the feather that dangled from the collar's center. She dropped the child by the tom's feet, his appearance unfamiliar to her. It was no surprise, for she'd just returned to BloodClan after long moons away, but she was thankful for his existence in this moment. For his understanding, and she backed away from him to let him do his job. Although not too far, in case she could be of assistance. Something cold crept in her heart then, facing the brutal scene met with some pinch of kindness. Like an icy parasite, crawling into the dame's mind and configuring her thoughts.

This kit had earned her keep. Andromeda would fit for her stay if anyone objected, but she would not care for the scrap. She feared she'd make a terrible companion, a terrible older figure. Just as her mother had... Already wanting to give them up before her death in the time of her birthing. Romeo had died, and Minos had made and interesting father figure but he too was young, and incredibly naïve. And so she watched, posture relaxed as she awaited to be at the unknown healer's aid. A smirk graced her facial features as he snapped at the idle tom, who looked too smug at the negative retorts to seem to take in anything else. A roll of twin emeralds before they refocused on the strange kit.

She was not of BloodClan, surely no, and neither was she a loner's child or a kittypet's. She was Clanborn, but after this trauma Andromeda doubted she'd remember a momma, much less anything else. After all this time, the regal tabby blinked multiple and realized she hadn't thanked the BloodClan healer. When her maw opened, however, her teeth clicked shut. The words were stuck in her throat for some reason, like dry fresh-kill, and she simply managed to stare on. In exchange for the words she couldn't utter, Andromeda gave a deep dip of her head in gratitude and respect for his aide.

Which makes it all the more exciting an introduction... no? cx It's alright if you're not too eager to plot with her, I understand!

Patrolling for another battered body. That's what the mid-afternoons were reserved for on Andromeda's schedule. Recently she'd brought in a stray kitten, torn up by a dog as a consequence of wandering out the safety of the four Clans' territory. BloodClan went through a phase of generations it seemed. Brutal, seductive, to secretly caring, to feminine regality, to male empowerment. BloodClan changed more than the seasons, Andromeda realized with a snicker to herself. BloodClan to her harbored fierce cats who didn't liked to be messed with, but she wanted her own life. She didn't want her paws to follow the road frequently traveled on. Her instincts said to remain ladylike and slightly charismatic, that some form of kindness would treat her in the long run.

A small portion of her time. The smallest, for she was meant to be a savior and then a ghost in mere moments. Like the kit... she would not befriend or be a model for that she-kit. No one had shown her what a true, loving adult was, what good figure one could be. She didn't trust herself, the beautiful tabby with the dark emotions and emerald eyes knew. No matter if she lived a life completely out of the ordinary... That was one thing that plagued her. Minos had offered his care, but even he wasn't truly the father she'd always wished for...

Trekking further from the hotel, Andromeda made her way to the flocking of Twoleg nests. Her tail drooped, usually high in the air, and her body was kept low as she entered kittypet territory. The black feather that hung from the center of her collar fluttered against her off-white chest, once pure white had it not been for the dirty conditions she lived in.

excuse this lame excuse for a post. I had something but I obviously lost it, probably because I have a major headache atm xD

Great! And I made Andy return after some mysterious trek as a kit. She was part of BloodClan irl had about... 3 to 4 moons old? Then FF transitioned into their newer site and I lost everyone and had little muse xD I barely brought her back into BloodClan yesterday and excused my absence that she went on some kind of trip. That's the only thing made up about her life, the rest that'll be mentioned has been roleplayed before or has always been an intention of hers.

Ah my bad! "inner chord" I refer to as... if she lets her mind dwell deep in her past she can get really strange and moody. Its not a bad past, actually, but she's incredibly "down to earth" and overthinks the littlest, most unimportant things. So yes? Annoying her sorta? cx

*facepalm* I never finished with the point! You must be so lost xD In the end, no, she would not know Sharky's past. And thank you! I love the name you chose for your kibben c:

She is actually REALLLY harmless. She doesn't intend on killing anyone or anything tbh

After so many moons of being gone from BloodClan, Andromeda was no better than a newborn in their ranks. She had no right to voice her opinion on their allies, much less their enemies, as it seemed these days her birth Clan was unpredictable. For one, they'd moved. The dame's emerald hues would narrow at the memory of the dilapidated warehouse that she'd been born in. It was much simpler than this next level hotel. Less grander, indeed. But this hotel seemed to compliment the Clan's ominous and brutal nature which Andy supposed she could live with.

Now this tom, this frightening, raggedy tom, reminded her much of the old BloodClan. A scarring, savage BloodClan and particular, interesting muscled tabby who'd once ruled it. In some sense, whoever this black-footed masculine was, his appearance comforted her as much as it set on her on edge. The reactions must come naturally, as no cat could be subtle about the terribly scarring of the other cat's mouth. The helpless, toothy grin that'd remain on his face forever. He approached the musty darkness with an air of importance that made the young tabby lash her tail once. His words were common, insults that streamed from BloodClanners' mouths like honey from a hive.

The striped vixen of grace and clouds approached, white paws stepping so lightly on the ground it was though she was tiptoeing. Her hips were set in their usual sway, the reminder of her flirtatious mother and the other females who'd been seductresses in BloodClan. Andromeda was unfortunately a reminder of that era. Females who were eager for pleasure and males who couldn't be responsible with the consequences of delivering those pleasures. The thick-furred she stiffened for a moment, noticing a hint of tabby blue fur, and the familiarity and strangeness of it somehow made it trustworthy to approach instead of being all by her lonesome. So she did, lowering her figure a bit as she slunk forward. "Hello," she murmured to the owner of the blue coat. "I am Andromeda... What's- What's he talking about?" The tabby asked, stuttering only because she felt foolish for being ignorant of her Clans ordeals.