07-19-2018, 11:31 AM
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VERSAILLESPALACE
Versailles figures she should try to familiarize herself with the territory. Having lived so long in the uncharted wilds, she's gotten too used to knowing where everything is at any given time that here, now, she's completely out of her element and severely disadvantaged. She's already one of the smallest creatures around (rendering her practically useless in battle unless she does something about it), the last thing she wants is to be stupid regarding where everything is - what would that make her? Nothing more than a liability. Versailles doesn't want to be a liability, not to anyone, not to this new clan, and certainly not to herself.
She decides to follow the coastline to see where she'll end up. The blue-and-gold she-cat makes sure that she hugs the shore as close as possible without stepping into the frothy sea-foam, frowning when a particularly powerful tumble of water spills across her pawpads. She flicks her paw at first out of habit but does take note that it's just the right temperature for such a warm day - maybe she'll take a dip later, maybe not.
It's not far before she's reaching her first landmark - a small, thin waterfall that shouldn't be nice to look at, but is. Something about its humble simplicity is enough to elicit a sparkle in the stoic she-cat's eyes. Nothing smells off, or different, or threatening, so Versailles pads over, closer to the falling stream of water, and lets herself take a nice, long drink from the Trickling Falls, hoping that it's not something vaguely 'religious' that she's actually not allowed to drink from. Imagine how awkward that would be.
She decides to follow the coastline to see where she'll end up. The blue-and-gold she-cat makes sure that she hugs the shore as close as possible without stepping into the frothy sea-foam, frowning when a particularly powerful tumble of water spills across her pawpads. She flicks her paw at first out of habit but does take note that it's just the right temperature for such a warm day - maybe she'll take a dip later, maybe not.
It's not far before she's reaching her first landmark - a small, thin waterfall that shouldn't be nice to look at, but is. Something about its humble simplicity is enough to elicit a sparkle in the stoic she-cat's eyes. Nothing smells off, or different, or threatening, so Versailles pads over, closer to the falling stream of water, and lets herself take a nice, long drink from the Trickling Falls, hoping that it's not something vaguely 'religious' that she's actually not allowed to drink from. Imagine how awkward that would be.
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