From time to time, posted across the city, one might find a scrap of paper stuck to various noticeboards. Scrawled on the paper in a clumsy yet grammatically correct handwriting are the words "Aspiring mage seeking apprenticeship! Seek out this person!", followed by a haphazardly drawn rendition of a grinning cat. More commonly, the less scribble-looking feline in question can be seen looking for places to post more of these notices.

 Standing at just over five feet in height, the scrawny figure of a cat-person doesn't lend much to thought beyond how incredibly scrawny they are. Clearly they could stand to put on a pound or ten. Covered from head to toe in short, messy yellow fur with bright yellow eyes to match, their appearance and personality is best described as "Trying too hard to be a ray of sunshine", whilst the creamy colouring of their underbelly breaks up the perpetual yellow of their coat. What's more, they even have a crooked heart pattern on their throat, just above the right shoulder.

 Overall, their figure makes it difficult to discern their gender; While they do have a plump posterior and even a subtle bit of something to their fuzzy chest; With wide hips to match!; they are otherwise flat on the front, and behave more like an impressionable young man than they do a woman. Their voice even sounds a touch more masculine than it is feminine... At least when they aren't screaming or making other such noises best reserved for behind closed doors.

 Standing on digigrade legs with large feline paws, their step is remarkably quiet for how exceedingly clumsy they seem to be; Constantly tripping over unseen obstacles if their attention is diverted from where they're walking, it's a wonder they haven't gotten injured simply by walking down the street. Perhaps it's the darker fur patterning creating the illusion of socks that is keeping them alive.

 Or perhaps the messy tangle of brown fur that makes up their mane acts as a natural windbreaker to slow their falls. Heavens know the spaztic flailing of the fluffy, yellow-furred tail behind them does little and less to assist in the endeavor.

 At the end of the day, the only conclusions to be drawn about the peculiarly chipper feline is that they are exceptionally clumsy, and that perhaps such intense levels of clumsiness would probably make them a dangerous assistant and apprentice. And a very poorly dressed one at that, just where did they pilfer those atrocious rags from? At least they seem to be clean.





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Forewarning; Ethyran is a cuntboy! That is to say, he has no breasts, identifies as male, but has female bits instead of male bits between the legs. My attempts at creating male bits via accessories were met by a lack of sanity and / or patience for the effort.