Neptune

**Neptune** is a seal point cat with blue eyes.

**Neptune** was born as a kittypet to unknown parents.

## Appearance

Neptune is a tall, long-haired Balinese with wide, striking blue eyes, resembling that of the eight planet, Neptune. His primary coat color is cream. His pelt consists of lighter shades of brown that goes down his shoulders down to the legs that grow darker the lower it gets. His face is etched with a deep, rich shade of chocolate brown that also appears on his ears, tail and nose. Neptune has sharp features, his ears high and tall with his muzzle slightly more extended out from his triangular facial structure.

## Personality

Neptune didn't want to live a life of no warmth—devoid of physical, soft and meaningful touches and words with not a companion to call his own. It wasn’t something he wanted to experience. At the time he had never known how unforgiving the streets could be, how cruel cats could be. His twolegs had only shown him gentle care, and he thought that cats would most likely act this way, that life treated many of its inhabitants the way he was once treated—a naive mindset that he wished he had dropped sooner. The world continues changing, his elderly twolegs would soon pass away, following along with the passage of time.

He knew cats and twolegs alike grew old and frail with time, and yet he couldn’t handle the thought of things ending for good. Time felt and seemed like eternity, and yet it was also short. The changes one would go through are never acknowledged in time, his eyes and mind focused on what’s there, what’s healthy and present. With time he realized he should’ve known her death was nearing, when strangers came and went into his den, when she had needed more support from others when she couldn’t do anything alone. He should’ve known, and he should’ve left sooner, and he wonders what had stopped him, and he can only guess it was his naivety and ignorance.

Neptune still acts as if things are okay to this very day. As he ran away from his twoleg den, his sister by his side as they settled into the harsh, unforgiving life on the streets, he had tried to brush off any sort of negativity, doing as much as he could to survive as he had built up confidence over the many seasons trying to navigate and remember every sign he sees, every familiar crack of a brick wall and every cat who lived dangerously close to his remaining family, in the process of learning how to hunt and climb. He had found Rum throughout his time as a loner, and starting with him he had learned how valuable favors and trades could be. They were beneficial as they were risky and dangerous, but he would take a couple flaws to the face when it all came down to his sister, Pluto. But his actions would eventually come back to him, his failed attempts he thought he had made up had come back to light. The consequences of his reckless actions.

A group of cats had come up towards Pluto, and after finding out that it was the same gang of cats he had confronted moons ago, he was quick to try and defuse their anger towards her, attempting to get on their good side despite his past actions. During this confrontation, he had found out that his sister was trespassing territories and often stealing prey from their side of town. After being eventually recognized as a thief himself and getting closed to being attacked by strays, he had reluctantly proposed a deal where he would be in debt to them, to give a specific amount of prey to continue staying in these parts of the streets as it was the only place where it was easy to strike up deals, and where prey was flourishing.

He went through with this debt with a cold heart, arguments between him and his sister grew common since that day, and their bond strained from every word they regretted that they both took seriously. Prey eventually diminished, and it grew difficult to hunt as leaf-bare had made way. It didn’t help that Pluto couldn’t help him due to growing sick. He had come up to Rum the day before the usual confrontation between the group of cats, nearly begging for a place to stay. He was refused to be put anywhere in his residence, but he was given a different place to stay, which had backfired when the gang of cats had eventually found where they were hiding for moons. His actions caused them to start running away, his decisions being the cause of the death of Pluto as they were caught climbing up a chain-linked fence.

He had escaped, he was alive and it was all that mattered. He hadn’t looked back, he hadn’t tried to help, his deeply-rooted fear of death being his adrenaline drive for getting out or that endless chase. At first, he had felt relief and an immense joy he hadn’t felt in so many moons after weeks of hiding. He was happy, he had missed that feeling, and so he focused on soaking up this feeling of freedom rather than focusing on what had happened. But soon he came back to his senses, and then a small hint of sadness turned into strong, unbearable anguish that had come moments after his guilt and shame washed over as it then settled deep within his chest. He hadn’t stopped to try and prevent her demise. He had left Pluto behind. No matter his reasons, it all couldn’t justify one thing—Neptune had purposely left her for dead.

He was still breathing; his heart was still beating. Neptune is still glad about this, and that unnerves him. He’s unsure if he should be happy, if it was all worth this life that he still has. He thinks it wasn’t, but at least he gets to see another day.