Family:
          Mother: Jylia (Deceased)
          Father: Firay (Missing)
          Brother: None
          Sister: Ilsha (1/2)
          Lifemate: None at this time
          Recognized: Has not yet (and will never) done so
          Kits: None so far (and there never will be)

    Description/Image:

Not more than a whisp of youth, Misha is barely more than a kit. His spirit is wild and free. Nothing more shows this than the blazing fire that burns in his brilliant blue eyes, which seem to almost call out to your eyes. His eyes are brought out greatly by his deep bronzed tan, which sets a shock against his hair. Misha's hair is pale blond, bleached greatly by the sun. It is irregularly chopped, so that it is spiky on top with a brush of hair that reaches almost to his shoulders. His features are fine and elegant from his elven heritage. His ears reach up in delicate points.

He is small for his age, and has lost all shreads of kit-fat, as he is very lean, almost no body fat at all. He looks as if he is almost unhealthily slender. If it weren't for the fact that he wears his body exceptionally well. Like most catelves, Misha's movements flow with a grace nearly uncomparable.

Misha is dressed only in a leather loin cloth. It bears faint markings as if it had once been used for something else a long time ago. His feet are bare as well. His entire body is covered with a deep tan, though not nearly that of a sunfolk. Around his neck is a large tooth, strung on a thin leather strip. Around his left ankle is a thin braid woven from grass. Small, stone beads are carefully woven into the braid.

    Background:

Misha is little more than a kit himself. His story best begins with not his own but the story of three others. His mother Jylia was not much more than a child herself, when her eyes met Firay's, as they spotted each other when they both had found the same prey to hunt. Each across the clearing saw one another and were struck by recognition. But they were not alone, Firay's lifemate Ursha was with him and knew what had happened. One might say that it was symbolic that she jumped to kill the young doe, as her mate stared wide-eyed at Jylia.

Little can be denied, when it comes to recognition. So Jylia and Firay fulfilled recognition, which did nothing for Ursha's liking of Jylia. Ursha saw her as a threat to her relation with her mate. Several smaller conflicts were not uncommon in the early days of Jylia's pregnancy, but as the days past and the time came nearer Ursha grew more and more aggressive.

Not long before Misha was to be born, Jylia's and Ursha's fighting turned deadly, and in the fight Ursha was accidently knocked from a high branch by the young mother. The fall killed Ursha. Jylia was horrified and crushed by what she felt to be her fault. Ashamed of what she had done, Jylia ran off from the encampment. Firay destroyed by grief of not only losing his lifemate, but also his child and the kit's mother, he disappeared into the jungle, never to be heard from again.

Jylia, along with Marrese, her bondcat, travelled long and hard, until the movement enduced labor. Early and unprepared, Misha's birth was not an easy one. For days after Jylia lingered, but never recovered from the devistating experience to her small frame.

Misha was raised by Marrese. She fed him with the same milk that she fed her own kits. In time, Misha bonded with Marrese, at a very young age. This perhaps was the biggest thing that saved his life. Once he reached an age of understanding, he decided that he wanted to return to where his mother came from. Marrese lead him to his mother's home, but she was an old cat and died before ever reaching the encampment. So he set off on his own... this is where his story now begins again....

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