Nova

Nova is a large, fluffy pure-bred Maine coon queen with orange fur with white on her chest and paws, and yellow eyes.

Breeders
Nova, unfortunately, as far as she can remember had lived in an old, cramped trailer home owned by a couple of twolegs. She was one of many kittens bred from one of the matured she-cats, but one of the few kittens who were not lucky enough to be sold. She grew up in cramped quarters with often sick and malnourished cats, and she was very sickly growing up. However, after managing through a difficult adolescence, her adulthood was absolutely no better.

Because of her good looks, the twoleg breeders took a liking to the kits she could produce. She was mated with a number of the toms that were kept in the house, of which none of them wanted anything to do with her, and she nothing to do with them. She birthed many a litter of kittens, and each one brought her more heart ache than the last when they were inevitably taken from her and sold away. However, rather than growing bitter about this constant loss, she made it her purpose to send off every kitten with every ounce of love from her fit into a short span of time.

Out of one litter, however, a little brown tabby tom kit was kept. She named him Timber, for the trees she could spy out of the windows that promised freedom outside of that place. For the two years that they remained living together, he was her pride and joy, and she was his comfort and safety. However, Nova began to fall ill very often again with new sicknesses. Timber, adamant to gain freedom, worked for moons. But by the time his goal was achieved, Nova was far too weak to escape with the others. She had to be left behind.

The twolegs kept her around even afterwards, and she eventually got healthier naturally. But by this time, the twolegs had no funds to remain breeding any cats, and released her outside. Nova was forced to wander and fend for herself, a task which she was not familiar with in outside territories, and she went weeks with scraps for meals and pitiful shelter. That is, until she wandered along a stream's path at the edge of a pine forest where wild cats were rumored to live, hunt, and fight.

Shadowclan
Nova, now dirty, weak, sick, and hungry, was found by Owlpaw, the Shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, while wandering the stream's edge. Their meeting was civil and kind, and Owlpaw hunted briefly for her before taking her back to camp to see Crowdream, the medicine cat, for help. Immediately she was given refuge, food, and offered medicine. But she also awaited seeing the clan's leader for approval to stay, without knowing who this cat would be. She had heard his name spoken, Timberstar, and the prefix sent a pang through her heart.

Soon met by the leader inside of the medicine den, it was proven to be true that her son himself had become the leader of this clan. After a stunned silence, there was an emotional reunion as well as an introduction to some present cats and an explanation to clan news and information.