World of Warcraft: 'Cat'-aclysm
[Being a cat isn't so bad, Liadrin thinks while bathing herself in a patch of sun at the castle's entrance. For one, there's no withdrawal, no cravings or hunger, and the urge to nap away most of the day is a much more satisfying substitute.
The red-furred little tiger cub is incapable of purring, but she's certainly making quite a few happy noises as she lies out on her back, all four paws in the air. In fact, she seems very much like a normal tiger save for those tell-tale burning emerald eyes that glow with their own inner light.]
[ooc: Liadrin is an infectious tiger cub! All my Warcats and fellow Parapeople who want to be cat-ified come and coddle her. Or nearly step on her. Or throw something at the noisy elf-cat.]
The red-furred little tiger cub is incapable of purring, but she's certainly making quite a few happy noises as she lies out on her back, all four paws in the air. In fact, she seems very much like a normal tiger save for those tell-tale burning emerald eyes that glow with their own inner light.]
[ooc: Liadrin is an infectious tiger cub! All my Warcats and fellow Parapeople who want to be cat-ified come and coddle her. Or nearly step on her. Or throw something at the noisy elf-cat.]