Twister

Twister is a long and thick-furred, long-limbed, scrawny, mottled dark gray she-cat with a white splotch on her chest, a darker ring of fur around one eye, and pale amber eyes.

History
Twister's parents were Cora, a kittypet gone feral, and Smog, a rogue that offered her protection in return for becoming his mate. The two lived in the far north, beyond the mountains, and traveled frequently. Twister was the only survivor of her litter, and six moons after her birth, her brothers Shale and Freeze were born. Freeze was addled-minded and obviously not Smog's son, so Twister gave her young brother to a young tyrant named Mercy before her father could kill him.

Smog became steadily more abusive to Cora, getting much worse after Shale froze to death, and eventually beat her to death. Twister was twelve moons when that happened, and she left home immediately. She was eventually taken captive by a wandering rogue named Flint who forcibly made her his mate. She was beaten for resisting, and so she eventually just learned to submit.

Five moons into her time with Flint, and she learned that she was expecting kits. He still beat her during her pregnancy, so it was no surprise when they were born dead. It was that day that she decided to stop being a victim. That night, she ripped out Flint's throat, walked out of the den, and never looked back.

She traveled for a long time, finally coming to Griffin Hill.

Personality
Twister has been looking after herself for her entire life, and she's developed a no-nonsense attitude because of it. She doesn't deal with trouble for anyone, and she doesn't suffer fools lightly.

Impatient and gruff at best, Twister was perfectly fine with living on her own. Only the unexpected food shortage was enough to force her into Griffin Hill, and she feels like a fish out of water around the other cats. Here she was, fighting tooth and nail for everything she's ever had, and several of these cats treat prey as if it's almost trivial. She envies the relative luxury of their lives, and a small part of her longs for what they have.

She's not much of a conversationalist, a cat of few words. Talking to others is difficult for her, and she leaves that to the more silver-tongued felines. A competent fighter, although she truly excels in hunting.

Family
Foster daughter:
 * Mackerel: