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Catilla is sort of taking a break from all the running around and parts chasing the boss has been having him do as of late. Seated comfortably on a Cybertronian-sized couch with his ever-present feline companion at his side (and half in his lap), he pats the gigantic, armor-saddled saber-toothed tiger on the helmeted head.
"To those who don't have the ability to actually take on the form of a specific animal, do you associate yourself or feel you share any personality traits with any sort of beast? If so, what kind?" the Pretender asks casually, one hand scritching the tiger under the chin.
"Also, has anyone seen a lovely femme Autobot named Genatria recently? I need to locate her."
"To those who don't have the ability to actually take on the form of a specific animal, do you associate yourself or feel you share any personality traits with any sort of beast? If so, what kind?" the Pretender asks casually, one hand scritching the tiger under the chin.
"Also, has anyone seen a lovely femme Autobot named Genatria recently? I need to locate her."