Alas, we lack all poise
Our coats are never neat
And we're very proud of our fleas

So take a regular bobcat, change the color of her eyes, push her shoulders until she's standing up like a person, and click enlarge, and congratulations, you've got Feldspar.

Aside from the rather... obvious things, she looks like your everyday bobcat. Her paws are massive in comparison to her frame, making it easy for her to balance on top of snow and sand. The majority of her fur is a color that's hard to tell whether it's gray or brown, although it's a shade of grayish brown. It lightens to noticeably gray on her stomach and the sides of her legs, and the backs of her ears are completely white. The tips of her ears, however, fade to black, and there are long tufts of fur of the same color poking up. Her tail, too, only a little stubby thing, black and only just beginning to turn gray at the end before ending abruptly, chopped off a long time ago. Her torso is covered in dark gray, faded flecking, which darkens to near black chunks of flecks on the outside of her arms and legs.

Her eyes are blue-green, leaning towards green, and highly sensitive to light, underlined with a swoop of white. Their corner on the far-side of her nose has a streak of off-black, which ends and then reappears near the white on the side of her face in a barely-there zig-zag. She has the tell-tale scruff of a bobcat, half of it white, the marking starting just under her brown-spotted-pink nose and spreading out to the sides.

Feldspar is not, however, your average bob-cat. She stands on her hindlegs for one, like a man, four-foot-eight at shoulders that stick just a bit too out and to the sides, legs a bit swayed, oddly buckled as she stands digitigrade, allowing her to switch seamlessly from bipedal to quadrupedal movement. Her hands are strange - despite still looking like oversized paws, her 'fingers' are just a bit too long, too flexible, and her thumb is a real thumb, allowing her to use them as true hands.

Our days are risky
Our nights are rough
The peaceful life leaves us ill at ease
We're crude and loud in a crowd
Where you put charity on the shelf
The only one that you'll look out for is you yourself

Fleas and dirt and mess and gemstones. Gold and pelts and caves and treasure.

Feldspar lives for a life of... well, not decadence. That sort of thing is boring, and if you even suggest it be prepared for fur to fly. Her sort of life is a cave, a small tunnel that opens up to a cavern full of treasures, of shinies and pelts and things she's found - maybe they might be trash to you, but they mean they world to her. (Feldspar is surprisingly sentamental, shhh.) Of things she's carved, when she's learned to do so, made and created. Though she's filthy, covered in the dirt of her cave, hers is an artistic mind, one who sees the beauty in things that many find to be garbage, the promise of a beautiful future in such things.

She is a wanderer. An explorer, a ranger. Mountains and caves, murks and deserts. Feldspar wants to see everything, to see all there is to see. The deepest depths of the darkest caves, the highest crags of the tallest mountains. Bask in the heat of the hottest deserts, shiver in the coldest wastelands. She heard, once, 'A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.' and while she wasn't quite sure what a reader once, and the person who said it wasn't either, she had taken it to heart - a person who explored lived a thousand lives, and someone who stayed in one place lived only one. Maybe she will be killed by her roaming heart, but she would die happy, knowing she has seen as much as she could see.

Her morals, though, leave a bit to be desired.

Feldspar is a wholeass thief. She is not above stealing from someone if something they own catches her eye, though she's not brazen - she's many things, but she is no fool. It'll get made into something nice, really, so why not let her have it? And it's safer for her to have it than to have to go searching through deep, dark, damp, dangerous caves to find another... right?

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