Blacktail Deer Plateau My friend, where have you been?

As the kitty loosed a drama-embellished sigh, stretching into a spectacular pose, a familar scent struck her nose. The kitten perked up from her spot for half a second until she was stolen from her spot by a fearsome creature. The cat was swished up by the tongue of some foul-breathed animal. "Thee t'rrible fiend releaseth me at this moment!" The cat began her shouts with a thunderous roar-that is, about as thunderous as a small feral cat could sound-but she slowly begin to melt into a warm teasing meow. "And if thee hast time, go chew a mint leave. Thy breath is lacking valor!" The cat slowly began to laugh before she pushed herself up. "Now, what is this about moving." The cat began to groom her chest, afterwards folding into a comfortable camel position beside Sorrel to listen.