She had never quite felt like she belonged anywhere and that had left Catt something of a oddity as far as Caitan’s went. Boarding the Ark Angel she had decided things would be different. She had made her way to her assigned living quarters, unpacked and had a polite conversation with her roommate. She had lunch and headed for sickbay. The boardingg medical was usually the easiest and fasted of the duties new crew were required to do. She had avoided sickbays since she had left the Challenger and been attacked by plant zombies in Challengers sickbay. So it took some bracing of will and a few deep breaths to enter.
“Um, Hi new crew. Need my boarding clearance.” , she said looking about to be sure no Zombies were shuffling towards her.
As Caitans go Catt was unusally short and her fur was a pearlesent white that was not any known natural fur color known to Caitans. She wore the skirted version of the uniform a in blue, and like most Caitans didn’t wear boots or footwear. She also lacked the mane most adult Caitans male and female sported which made her look younger than she actually was. Which tended to cause her peers to overlook her.

Ensign Catt Bennet. Sciences.