Things are heating up! The cat has been dealing with some shit lately, but is now very much comfortable and ready to proceed with the scheduled summoning. Its fur gleams brightly in all the colors of the cat rainbow, which is only like two colors it thinks.

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

The cat sees a vision of the arena—the world—awash in holy flames. Pebbles drift about its head, and a gentle rain of hot milk douses the immediate area, turning the sparse grass to rubber and clouding up the earth in a sheen of pale white. Its tail flicks, like a tongue clucking at the roof of an immortal’s mouth as It watched the battle and shook Its head. An exile from the Council, and a friend of few, Its eyes rolled over the mayhem in a dewy mist and scoured the depths of all the chaos toiling away beneath it. [i]Why?[/i] It whispered, quieter than the wind.

????: [color=gold]I[/color]IIIIIII

CATACLYSM OF THE SEMPIPURRNAL: [color=red]I[/color]IIIIIIIIIIII