Astarea

She has three sisters, three cousins, and two aunts and both her parents. She is never ever lonely in her entire life- always, there is someone to play with, to bumble after and tug at tails, and someone to chatter back and forth with. Her mother has nature magic and she can feel it too, in her own claws and in her own eyes, when she looks at the world. The plants curl towards her, the grass softens the ground under her feet, the bushes shield her from the sun, and she responds by loving absolutely everything about the world. How could she not, when the world loves her so much?