{ N } E M U R U

You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.

Name; Nemuru
- Sleep // Japanese
Former names; Nimblekit – Nimblepaw, Tsuitachi
- Flexible, agile // English
- Day // Japanese
Gender; She-Cat

Well you disappeared so often
like you dissolved into coffee.
Are you here right now
Or are there probably fossils under your meat?

Clan; Bloodclan
Former clan; Skyclan
Rank; Warrior
Former ranks; Kit, apprentice, kittypet, rogue

Now the blow's been softened,
Since the air we breathe's our coffin.

Parents; Dead
Siblings; Sister left, brother died
Partner; Fck no.
Crush; Heck no.

Well now the blow's been softened,
Since the ocean is our coffin.

Fur; Long, fluffy, but not too thick
Color; Black
Eyes; White-yellow, fierce
Body; Elegant, strong, fast

Often times you know our laughter
Is your coffin ever after.

Cynical, cruel humor is her first – not so nice – trait. She’s mysterious, acts like she knows important things. Sometimes she does, sometimes she doesn’t. She’s a bit narcistic, knows she’s special and she ain’t afraid to make it clear. It’s about her, not about anyone else.

And you know the blow's been softened,
since the world is our coffin.

Despite her egoism she does seem to care about her clan and it’s members to a certain extent and while considering them "idiots", she is able to sometimes put aside her pride and apologize when she has offended them in a particularly cruel fashion. She uses her impulsive nature as a way to conceal her affection towards others, sometimes even acts like she forgets someone.

Well now the blow's been softened
since we are our own damn coffins.

Nemuru’s a total maverick and isn’t afraid of flirting, manipulating and using tomcats for her own good, though she never really wants to go on with someone. She hates being trapped, settled down. She hates the thought of family and love, because it never really worked out in her youth.

Well everybody's talkin' about their short lists.
Everybody's talkin' about death.

She’s lived all over the place, let’s put it like that. She was naive, sweet, a bright kitten in the first period of her life. Too naive, because one day she was caught by some twolegs. They never harmed her, just took her in as a pet.

She tried to get out, but it was all in vain. They kept her close to the house, always kept an eye on the cat. She was about eight moons then. Her owners called her Tsuitachi because her eyes were like the sun – bright en almost white. There was only one person who called the cat by another name. The old grandmother who lived with the twolegs called the young cat Nemuru and was almost terrified of the shecat. Black cats weren’t to be kept in a house, she said.

Somehow, she got out. Her owners were on a vacation and her “caretakers” forgot to look for one moment. It was the first time in a year the young cat got out of the house and she never went back. Knowing her old clan wouldn’t take her back in, she decided to call herself Nemuru, like the old lady. It fitted her new lifestyle. She wasn’t naive anymore, didn’t need anyone. They never searched for her, she thought, so they didn’t care about her. The only reason she joined a clan again is because she wanted others around, cats she could torture with her mere existence and annoying presence.

Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
God, I sure hope you are dead.