Daughter of The Werecat
AGE: 15, but I’m still on the first of my nine lives.

How I Boo

I strut! Wherever I am, I own it. From the school howls to onstage, all eyes and ears are on me — and the world is my were-catwalk.

Favorite Food

Milkshakes and anchovies—separately, not mixed together.

Favorite Activity

It’s either taking a nap or waking up from a nap and immediately taking another one.

Killer Style

I purrfer fashions that accentuate my natural feline grace, while adding just enough spikiness in my accessories to say, “I don’t come when I’m called.”


Sweet Fang™ is my pet saber-tooth tiger cub. She’s much more cuddly than I am.

Pet Peeve

I don’t like being rubbed the wrong way.

Monster Quirk

Purrhaps I could be faulted for my fascination with the claw of cause and effect…or not. I suppose it all depends on whether or not you’re the monster being affected.

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