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[Keona.]

✯ — female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat. ref. bio.

Loud.  The tiny feline flicked her ears, a frown tugging on her maw.  That was a loud voice by the railroad gate.  She was not so sure she really liked it.  Granted, that was mostly due to a general dislike of the sudden.  The unexpected.  Sound that practically materialized out of nowhere had a way of startling and, though she won't admit it, scaring her.  Antsy and irked, Keona still followed the sound, tail flicking.

It took a little time, due to her much smaller stature, but the Striker arrived a little behind her crewmates.  Neither we're particularly familiar and she bounced on her paws restlessly.  Swashbuckler. What a strange name.

Her pale sea-green eyes flickered as she followed the sound of his voice - with no difficulty - and made the proper adjustment to the angle of her head.  "On the bay... In the jungle... We have a ship too." The half-Irish accent slid out of her jaws softly, though she did make an effort. They'd hear her at least.  She offered a small, shy smile,  "'m Keona. Welcome to the Typhoon."

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