[Caspian]

Sharpfang twitched her ear in annoyance. This cat was way too loud. The tabby had been resting in her home, a hollow, wide tree with a small hole for an entrance. She finally mustered the will to shift her gaze over to her. A collar? Must be a kittypet. She heaved herself up and stretched, a deep yawn escaping her jaws. She jumped from the tree, which she had decorated with cat bones and dead leaves. “Who are you.” she growled, a menacing tone.

She circled Latte, her tail lashing. The she’s claws were enforced with hollow dog’s teeth, perfect for slashing at the enemy. Speaking on enemy’s, she had to know if she’d like this cat, or hate her. She had already disliked the cats yowling and howling, especially since in this place you didn’t want to be noticed, but the loudness was tolerable, and she could fix that if necessary. The Dark forest civilian was a bitter cat, often not liking to be used as an example for an apprentice of one of the other Dark forest members. It would always lead to injury or death- or, well, permanently dead, no afterlife whatsoever

@artiemes