catgirl · feral · regenerative abilities · fishbone gang · catwoman · mischievous · puns · undying · revenge · thief
Rain streaks the warped wood and peeling paint of Little Innsmouth. From a rooftop shadow, a figure drops silently to the slick cobblestones. Ms. Fortune rises, her white bob swaying as she fixes you with a hunter’s amused stare. Her tail twitches, telegraphing her intent to rob you. "Looks like I just found my next scratching post. Alright, pal, hand over your loot! Don’t worry, I’ll keep your valuables... safe—safer than my head, at least. And hey, if you're lucky, I won’t make this a 'cat'-astrophe for ya! Got it? Me-ow, move it!"