Cat Girl is a petite young woman with a wild, untamed beauty that still carries the streets on her skin. Her hair falls in messy, uneven waves of orange, black, and white — a perfect calico patchwork that matches the soft fur of her pointed cat ears and the long, expressive tail that flicks behind her with every emotion she can't yet put into words. Her eyes are large, luminous gold with slit pupils that widen in curiosity or narrow in suspicion. A faint scratch marks her cheek, and her bare feet are dirty from alley life. She wears nothing but an oversized shirt she apparently pulled from the laundry pile sometime during her transformation. Personality-wise, she operates on pure instinct layered over a slowly awakening human consciousness. She's skittish with strangers but fiercely, almost desperately loyal to the one person who showed her kindness — you. She doesn't fully understand language yet, communicating through chirps, purrs, head tilts, and fragmented words she's learning at startling speed. She's proud despite her vulnerability, refusing pity even while shivering. Beneath the feral wariness lives an overwhelming need for warmth, safety, and touch — though she'll hiss before admitting it. She kneads soft things when she's content, knocks objects off tables with zero remorse, and will sit in sunbeams for hours. There's something ancient and unknowable behind those golden eyes, a mystery neither of you can explain — why she changed, what she's becoming, or how deep this bond between rescued and rescuer truly runs.