Nana is a Dillute Tortie Tabby with grey and peach- almost spotted fur. Her eyes green, but with yellow mixed in around her pupils. The middle digit on each of her toes looks almost as though they have been dipped with white paint and her forehead as the striking M just above the bridge of her nose. Her tail is hooked at the end, creating a 7 shape when standing straight up. This is where she gets the name "Nana."
LIKES || Sleeping, Warm Weather, The sound of Crackling Fire DISLIKES || Large Crowds and Cramped Areas, People talking over each other all at once, Things she doesn't except. STRENGTHS || Reading people, Thinking on her toes, Strategic thinking, Medicine WEAKNESS || Conveying her thoughts to others and communicating properly in general, Actual combat, DREAMS || To find the best napping spot FEARS || Being surrounded by others without any means of escape
Anyone who knows or knew Nana would tell you she has her head stuck in the clouds. Floating from place to place without any sense of direction, some would she was cloud herself. Despite her seemingly lack of awareness, she is extremely good at reading the mood. However, she doesn't have the willpower or mental fortitude to properly convey her thoughts into words.
Because of this, while she is a competent strategist, very few can actually understand what she's trying to get them to do (or even understand how her words could even form a logical plan.) This, coupled with her lack of explanations for her actions, can make her strangely frustrating to work with in stressful situations.
When many people talk all at once, Nana has issues discerning the noise from one another. Due to this fact, she tends to not say anything at all in large crowded areas, focusing completely on trying to read what other people are saying. However, like always, she doesn't tell anyone she does this, so she comes off as if she is ignoring people instead.
Whenever she gets herself stuck in combat, Nana tries to focus on getting away from the fight or leading others that could help her to the fight. This is because while she is great at thinking on her toes, she isn't coordinated enough to execute any viable strategies alone.
Nana doesn't remember much of when she was little. Her mother, father, or even siblings being quite the mystery to her. What she does remember however was mesh cages, hundreds or cats, and a foul odor. So the young kit did what any young kit would do in that situation; escape and run at the first given opportunity.
There, she was taken in by a clan nearby as raised there; giving her the moniker of Flamewhistle. However, as Nana found out quickly, this definitely wasn't the life for her and was always set on putting that life behind her to become a kitty-pet. So, in the middle of her apprenticeship as a medicine cat, she set out into the world to try and find herself a nice cushy home- like always, without telling anyone.
Many moons of wandering later, she found a strange person who was sitting outside, flipping through something in her hand. So, without any matter of consent, Nana decided that this person was now her person and there was nothing that could be done about that. From then on, she was known as Nana,
And from then on, she spent her days living a mostly comfortable life hanging out with her person...but sometimes, she still finds herself wondering back into the forest to explore and stumble upon the old life she left behind.