My name is Feli (pronounced Fee-leye). Feli D. Don't ask me what the D stands for, for I myself don't know, although I have my suspicions. But I'm getting ahead of myself a little.

I have been in training since I was five. Now, at the completion of my training, I'm eighteen.

Am I a blender or a neon? Well, that's easily answered. I'm a neon. Why? To start off I have yellow-green eyes with slit pupils, like a cat's. At night if you shine a flashlight in them you'll see the light reflected right back at you like you would if you shined the light in an animal's eyes. My ears are pointed like those of a fantasy elf. In my mouth there are just a few molars in the back; my smile is full of fangs and carnassial teeth. My tonge is rough and sandpapery and scratchy and if you look close enough you can actually see the tiny barbs that make it so. On my back along my spine I have a line of soft fur that extends along my ribs in a tabby pattern. It can be a pain to shave it off. Another unnerving thing about me is that I have no fingernails or toenails. Instead I have these slits in my digits that house sharp, bone-white claws. Luckily that's the extent of my weirdness. Other than that I have unusually soft shoulder length brown hair that I cover my ears with. A smattering of freckles lays across my face. I'm about five feet eleven inches in height with a light frame. Puberty hasn't done much to change my figure besides growth height wise. Maybe it's part of my mutation. I usually were the typical resistance clothes. I stand out enough already, why should I try to do so more?

The abolishers classify me as Borderline Ambomination. They think that is they can capture me easily enough it's worth catching me but not if I'm too hard to grab. What's my ability? If you haven't been able to guess already from my physical appearance, I'll put it together for you: I'm rather cat-like. I can walk without making a sound. I can leap to heights of ten feet and jump down safely from higher. I can see in very low light and hear tiny sounds. My nose isn't that strong, but I'm fine with that. Lots of things stink, anyhow. On top of this I can talk to cats. I don't just make their sounds; I understand their language. This doesn't always mean they'll listen, but they are usually reliable. Probably the most annoying thing about my mutation is my weakness to catnip. I know it sounds silly, but when I smell or eat catnip I start acting pretty strange. It's like a drug. Not addicting or anything, but frustrating nonetheless at times.

Personality wise I'm a bit on the quieter side. I voice my opinion when asked to or when I think it counts. I've heard that I appear aloof at times. I think more than I talk and try to direct conversations away from me. I'm much more comfortable talking about other people and trying to solve their problems than my own. I'm usually calm and level-headed, but once I'm angry or sad I tend to stay that way for a while. Happiness is a wonderful thing, I like to hold on to good situations as much as possible. You can always tell when I'm happy because a loud, deep purr emanates from me. I appreciate simple gestures of kindness such as a kind word or even a smile. I am generally positive and look on the bright side of things. Sometimes people get annoyed about how I point out the little things that could go wrong that haven't. But it's the little things that matter a suprising amount.

My life hasn't been easy. My parents died when I was young. I only have a few fuzzy memories of them. I don't even know who they were and frankly I don't have the energy or time to care. I was raised by a resistance man kind enough to take me in. He had a dog until it attacked me and I killed it in self defense. I never liked the dog, or dogs in general, even before it went for my throat. I guess the feeling is mutual. I have lived with the resistance pretty much my entire life. About my last name (or rather initial) I suspect the D stands for Dae, thus making my name Felidae, the name of the cat family. Or it makes my name Felid, the scientific name for an individual cat.

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The noiseless pad of feline feet in human shape went unheard in the still hall. Feli walked bare foot through the halls, headed towards a window. She wanted to see the sun rise. Dusk and dawn were always a special time for her. They marked the in between hours that she felt so close to. Feli felt in between herself sometimes; that is, in between a human and a cat. Yes, she was more human than cat, but there was enough different about her that she felt to be floating in a lonely limbo at times.

She reached the window. She stood next to it, watching as the sun slowly, tediously climbed over the horizon line. It was as if the sun wasn't ready to face the day it made. But, as nature forced it to, the sun rose and lit up the landscape, bathing it in early morning hues of pink and pale yellow. Light flooded the near empty hallway that housed the window, causing Feli's round pupils to contract to thin slits. She breathed in the morning air and stretched, grateful for the new day.