You walk down to the water, passing a couple human structures.
Oddly enough you can only see a small group of children playing by the water.
You go down to the edge and drink enough to sate your thirst then approach the children.
They see you coming and they run over to greet and stroke you, before you even have time to order them to do so.
There are a lot of hands and some of the children are rubbing against the lie of your fur. This does not please you.
You break of from their hands, and the children try to follow you. You hide in some tall grass and yowl out the sentence of their deaths for the treacherous crime of not scratching you adequately.
Almost immediately after, a loud bell tolls thrice, pauses for a moment then repeats. The children are suddenly appear stricken with panic and rush off.
You feel quite pleased with yourself for striking fear into their hearts, even if you have no idea what just happened.
The bell is still tolling the same pattern and you hear shouting in the distance.
Description: A cream colored beauty with green eyes. She is lithe and fast. Seldom seen in the hay, due to the surprisingly camouflaged nature of her coat. She is independent, but friendly toward the farm's humans, and is a fearsome foe toward all pests and vermin on the grounds. She is cautious of horses, geese and goats, friendly toward cows, benign dogs, pigs and ducks, and loathes chickens. Her mother said her great grandqueen was a cat-like creature that was from another world. Maybe some of her aspects still flow in this cat's veins...?
Gender: Female
Status:
Health 8/8
Thirst 10/10
Hunger 10/10
Rest 13/15