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[Tena M.]

✯ — female. snowbound. sand cat. demdji. tags.

Tena's whiskers twitched, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips.  "Pity." She would've loved to see what he would've done.  Of course, the sand cat had a theory; if Lavi was indeed a Solo, odds were he had the Force.  His father and sister have it after all, so Tena figures any attempts to mess with the other feline would be for naught.  He could probably use the Force to move the water, or pull her in along with him.  At least, that was her theory.

The desert dweller leaned forward just a little as the others arrived and spoke, offering advice and encouragement.  If fishing was a game of patience, it was not for her.  Her older brother, Ebra, on the other paw, may enjoy it, if they liked fish that is.  She wasn't sure she liked fish.  Tena glanced at Caesar as he spoke, wondering if she might soon fall under the 'fish are nasty' opinion one day.  She had to try it first.  "Do kinda smell funny," she agreed quietly, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Her curious smile faltered a split second, but only for a fraction, then her chin tilted, eyes flaring with new life; a dare, almost, to the new presence she felt.  Tena was a shamelessly defiant feline.

"Why not just jump into the water to catch them?" If one swam fast enough, surely they could.  It sounded better than just sitting, watching and waiting.  Fishing is really boring.

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