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@Riannon

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for all his muddled-headedness, he was agile and athletic. most of this was pure genetics (not just being a cat alone, mind you), rather than him maintaining some kind of regime for his health. the mountains didn't phase him much as he hopped from rock to rock. only the slickness of the rocks, which his claws took swift care of.

he itched at his collar. it was becoming more of a nuisance, more of something that he couldn't ignore in the vast sea of his mind. it put him on edge, making his teeth grind together and his tail twitch more than usual. he wanted it off. he knew it was supposed to fall off eventually. why hadn't it fallen off yet?

he kept moving, distracting himself with the task of leaping from rock to rock, fallen tree to stump.
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he stumbled somewhat at the call, expecting olive but instead getting the leader. not a mob-boss as meissa and flynn were, but...an abbot? lady abbot? mother great, something. he didn't know what her name was either, which wasn't helping anything. he settled himself on a boulder, using most of his core to keep himself balanced. “oh. heyyy?” he cocked his head, before lifting his body up somewhat to scratch at the collar on his neck.
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