Whisker stands up and looks around. Bright purple particles slowly drift from the sky. Uh oh! That's looking an awful lot like frenzy virus! A member of the magala family must be nearby.

Though, it had been oddly quiet for a while, almost eerily so. And then the atmosphere shifts further and her fur stands on end.
Something had entered the area, but what?

the Felyne purrs the last part in amusement as if she had told a particularly funny joke.
Keeping herself lighthearted and relaxed, though she can't quite keep her eyes off those odd yet beautiful scales dotting the other's cheeks.

Her third thought is that surely not, even if the unevenness of the hood certainly seems to betray whatever is hidden underneath.
And her fourth thought is that this might be a potential customer.

"This one's not fur sale, but I could mweok mew one! Fur the right prrrice that is~" (+)

she spots what appears to be white and black scales glinting on the human's(...?) cheeks.
Her first thought is that they look beautiful.
Her second thought is that it's an almost uncomfortable reminder of a certain story she's heard. (+)

scratch, but it's certainly no less satisfying for her to see.

Whisker perks up when a hand (a clawed hand?) suddenly enters her field of view, reaching for the sword. She is not alarmed though, simply curious as she gazes up at the newcomer. And then she stares some more with widened eyes as (+)

sensitive ears give her an edge (hah!). The difference isn't big, but she can usually hear it clearly.

Once done, she sets the sword aside to admire it glinting in the sun.
The sword made of malachite steel is ultimately fairly simple, especially for how much attention it needs to be made from (+)

weapon proves as just right to go to the next step- polishing.
Maximum focus is put on as the sandpaper glides over the blade, over and over again. It's not always easy to know when an area has been polished enough, when further work would start to damage it, but her (+)

simple weapons, strengthening it and, in the process, fixing a few chips and other damages.
A light purring sound rises from her chest as she regards the almost finished sword.
After a few test swings, (with fortunately no one too close as she has neglected to actually look around her) the handy(+)

And if something didn't work out quite the way she wanted to, well! Then that just means even more fun for her in trying to figure out solutions! It is a shame about the rarer materials sometimes though.

Today was fairly quiet however, and Whisker found herself simply working on one of her more (+)

something she still loved doing. There was something satisfying about seeing the various materials take shape and bend to her will. In the wild she thrived off of the uncertainty, but here, it was the predictability that assured a satisfying outcome. (+)

I don't think he's a fish! :D

// Psychological abuse (indirect) is gonna be my new reaction for creatures and enemies I don't like in fiction (noots rain world)

she sees but her interest is certainly piqued.
As much as she wants to immediately get closer, she knows that might not be the best idea and she doesn't have her best hunting hear at paw right now. But that is alright, she can just hide behind a small boulder, just big enough to conceal her for now.

just a small and young kitten anymore either, she has seen plenty.
Whisker stands up and glances around, she feels like she's close to...whatever this creature may be. Exciting!
And she was proven to be right as she reached the top of a small hill and sees...it. She's still not sure what exactly +

Following strange tracks she had never seen before has led her across Windward Plains.
Whisker crouches low to the warm ground to inspect some footprints. They're...oddly shaped, not like anything she has ever quite seen before. Of course she doesn't know every monster that exists, though she isn't+