Things went on around the cat that didn’t seem to bother it too much. It basked in the light of the many summoning circles dotting the arena before climbing to its feet and stretching up from its spine, sending every little muscle aquiver with tension before it relaxed back into a seat upon a hunk of rubble. Its eyes closed slowly, contented.

GROOMING: [color=hotpink]IIII[/color]

With a misty sigh, every macrocosm within the boundaries of mortal cognition dimmed. The cosmos opened wide, a dewy rose blooming on a gray morning, and fell, petal by petal, every descent from their own imponderable, alien skies like a titan swooning back at a thunderclap’s command. Deep beyond the horizon of the galaxy, a petal bent, and the dew came coursing through the veins of every planet of every star that labored, desperately, to survive the oncoming extinction. Where once they stood as pillars to worlds, unshackled gods among the sentient, the few among Nature’s children whose stiff chins stiffened still at the urging of their puny candlelight cousins, they would now be fuel. A necessary sacrifice, for what was to come. Somewhere in the vast cold beings rumbled, eager, keening, hungry, more unknown than even the enigma of the Old Ones, their power equally as immeasurable.

The little cat opened its eyes.

[b]CAT[/b]ACLYSM OF THE SEMPITERNAL: [color=RED]I[/color]IIIIIIIIIIII