Form;

Name; Mystical
Age; 25 moons
Pronouns; She/her {female}
Personality;
Mystical is one of those cats that likes to play others. Her cunning and mysterious ways would leave you daze---whether she's talking in riddles or walking with you in circles. She's one of those cats you can't turn your back on. She's a manipulator, a liar, and she loves to confuse you. Though she would never harm anyone or kill them, she believe that torturing the mind is the most powerful weapon of all, and she use it wise to her extent. Though you would never know when she is doing this until you're far in deep of her trap. This she cat plays off as friendly and sweet to the eye, hoping to make new friends or victims whichever one she meets first. She does carry a caring and loving trait. And, surprisingly does not like to be alone. She hate the feeling of being ignored, and would do anything to get one's attention. Another thing is that this she cat has a lot of faults. She does not know how to hunt, she does not run as fast as others, nor can she actually fight. Fighting is never her thing. She is very vulnerable to the world around her, being an easy target for other predators. Mystical only needs someone steady in her life to keep her on track, to care and love on her--something as her mother used to do. Additionally, the she cat becomes shy when displaying her feelings or showing affection as she was not used to it after the death of her mother. In fact, she's scared to show affection to anyone, afraid to get too attached. A cat has to be patience with her, and slowly, but surely she would be embracing like no other, and would be a fun, gentle soul to be around.
Appearance; Mystical is a petite, lithe Lynx point Siamese. She has creamy fur, but dark Lynx markings around her paws, tail and face. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, but if looked upon deeper, you would notice the flecks of red dancing within her orbs.
Anything else worth knowing; here is her old Charrie profile which is kinda outdated. I'm still working on her new profile which will be placed into my new site. She's usually a traveler and loves to fool others until she becomes attached to them.

Mystical had found herself at many places. Here...there. No constant place to call home. And, at one point she thought she had that with Castiel. But, after the distraught thing with Talladega, and now losing Castiel? What more could the she cat bear? She hardly could remember the last good meal she ate, stalking around like a skinny kitty with no food for a month. However, her looks were constant. A pretty cat that could practically have any cat bow down to do her bidding. And, she had that at first with Castiel and Talladega, but the two toms grew on her, accepting her into their family.

If only she didn't fall in love with the sweet tom. If only she never met them in the first place. Mystical let out a sigh, and once her blue haze flickered to the sky before she continued on...where was she? She's been many places that it never occurred to her to even once take note of her surroundings. With her stomach growling, and her mind focused elsewhere, who would be focused on their surroundings?

Mystical met at a small pond. It was nice to have some relief to cool her scorched tongue. She bent down, taking a gander at the pond, lapping at it as if it came from Starclan itself. After she had her fill, she simply sat down at the pond, overlooking her reflection. Oh, how it disgusted her to even look at herself anymore. To see such a clean car with an unpure heart. Mystical realized she did this to herself. She had to realize that she allowed herself to be attached to both the toms, and in the end? She got the rough end of the stick, and as a result. It was loneliness.