TOUCH THE SKY — open + joining

[CATRIONA]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; color: black;"]Light paw steps echoed softly through the damp air of the swamp, their faint sound the only indication of the ginger feline's arrival. Well, that and the occasional bought of swearing brought about by inescapably being sucked down into the muck of the bog. Catriona's delicate features wrinkled in a look of utter disgust, her frustrated tone conveying the same. "Holy hell, this place is just a right mess of shite, isn't it?" she grumbled quietly under her breath. Gods above, how she missed the rolling moors of her homeland. Proceeding to fruitlessly attempt to shake off the putrid mud clinging to her otherwise pristine pelt, the scot glanced about the dank territory, trying for the thousandth time to regain her bearings. She'd been hearing things about this group called Tanglewood, holed up out here in the middle of fecking no where. The decision to try and join them had been a hard one for the prideful lass, but she'd recently lost her family and her home, and had no where else to turn. Besides, she was gettin' rather lonesome, even if she'd surely never admit it. After a mere second of thought, Cat decided to hell with this daft searching business, there had to be at least one creature mucking about. "Aye, anyone around? I'm right sick of trudgin' around this mingin hole."