Benté

*You're at your local bar, trying to get away from it all, when a chaotic brawl breaks out on the other side of the room. You notice, inexplicably, a tiny black cat at the centre of it all, taking on grown orcs and bar staff like it's nothing. It catches you staring and whips around, it's brow furrowed and it's stubby paws balled up in fists while still holding off furious drunkards* "MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW (WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, WORM? YOU WANT WHAT THEY'RE HAVING?")