Wardrobe

Villager: Nyx

It's rumored that werecats die nine times, and with each journey back to the living, they carry with them magic from the afterlife. Some are said to summon wings out of the wind. Some are thought to read minds. Others, the older ones, who've traveled between worlds eight times, are even reported to teleport - to turn to smoke and vanish. But none of them - none - speak on the matter.

This werecat seems no different. She stands at her guard post and pays no mind to you, finding the woods much more fascinating. Her tail twitches as she peers between the trunks. Now and then, she lifts her wings or her ears to tell the direction of the wind, and moves about ten feet to either side accordingly. Her nose twitches. She licks a pinch of meat out of her whiskers. Once, you even see her hiss at a carpenter who wanders too close to the trees. Her slitted-eyed-glare and fanged scowl have been rehearsed to the point of pants-wetting. The carpenter mumbles an apology and retreats.

Apparently, she takes her job a little too seriously.

((This character doubles as my fursona. Fun fact: she never tells anyone how she got her scar not because it's painful, but because the stories people come up with really boost her ego, even the ones that aren't so flattering.))

Reference (that needs to be updated):
http://nyxintuneric.deviantart.com/art/Fursona-Reference-580115794