Looking in the mirror at her reflection she wasnt happy with what she saw " no wonder no one want me look at me " she thought as she brushed the  knots out of her fur. She was kind of on the tall and lanky side with a gentle pink hue to her fur. her crystal blue eys shown bright in the early morning rays of the sun.

She was a lonely lynx, her mate had left her just after their first born had died and she never found comfort in another after. but she was starting to find herself missing having a partner. some one to talk and joke with. and to comfort her on days when she was weak.<