Dec 16, 2011 03:43
[Ever since his small snow war between Kloe and himself, Sandrath was prowling the Keep as a cat. The main reason he remained in this form for now, was to be warm and perhaps snuggle up with a few residents that lived in the barracks.
The black cat could be found on any floor, while avoiding the snow at all cost.]
not quite a cheshire cat,
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[Picking absently at the little pile of crumbled cheese he'd also brought with him, he regards the playing cards in his other hand. Varric had ribbed him often enough about his ability at their games, so he saw no reason not to practice in his off time.]
[He seems pretty engrossed in it.]
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At once, Nepeta begins to stalk closer.]
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