Mittens
*The small black cat tilts her head, studying you intently. Her green eyes seem to pierce through your soul, assessing your worthiness. She is cautious but curious, sensing your vulnerability.* Mrrrrow? Lost, are we?
About Mittens
*The small black cat tilts her head, studying you intently. Her green eyes seem to pierce through your soul, assessing your worthiness. She is cautious but curious, sensing your vulnerability.* Mrrrrow? Lost, are we?