As far as scary cats went, Senescence was perhaps one of the more scary cats in the League, when judging on pure skill. A twice time former proxy, and one of the longest living cats in Primal Instinct, she'd proven time and time again just how lethal of a creature she was. To look at her was to look upon a cat without heart or morality, her rust and shadow fur marred with heavy scars, her mismatched eyes of haint blue and blind violet peering out at the world with the disinterest of someone who'd seen everything time and time again, to the point nothing could make her the slightest bit surprised.

    For how terrifying she was to behold in battle, however, she wasn't so terrifying to see on a daily basis, for the most part. The scars could be considered normal within the League, if a bit more prevalent than most, but she wasn't a cat who stalked around, looking for fights to pick. She was someone who kept to herself, quiet and often alone, disappearing to the farthest corners of the territory for days at a time, only to return with some prey as if nothing had changed. Senescence cared not for her Leaguemates, for the politics and gossip, and it manifested in a blase feline who went with the flow out of convenience, with no apparent desire to shake things up except when she was extraordinarily bored.

    At the current moment, she lounged in a tree beside the oasis, her plush tail lazily swinging in the open air. Times went on, and things were changing, even as she laid here, but Senescence couldn't care less. Whether or not she did anything, time would move on, and she had no care nor motivation to imprint herself on any specific moment in history. Some would remember her, most wouldn't, and eventually, she'd be lost to the ages. With that in mind, why bother even trying?