[center][h3][color=peru]Sam[/color][/h3]
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What more could a catfolk girl asked for? Sam couldn't hide the grin on her feline face as she eyed the people around her. She abhorred crowds but the thought of meeting and messing around with new people kept the fear of the crowd at bay. She was far too interested in the smells of the people around her to even pay attention to the people speaking to the crowd. It wasn't like she cared anyway. She'd follow whatever interested her regardless. 

When everyone started filing out of the auditorium, Sam followed blissfully, skipping as merrily as a child in a candies store. She didn't even notice who it was that she was on the path to toppling until it was too late. 

Not one for feeling badly for this sort of thing, Sam took it in stride and turned to pounce on said person, but stopped when a wash of fear overcame her body. This person was cold, cold like the dead and smelled like it too. She wrinkled her nose and bent down to sniff at him. 

[color=peru]"Are you dead?"[/color] She asked bluntly, blinking innocently at him. [color=peru]"But wait... if you're dead... Which, you [i]so[/i] smell dead, then how the heck are you still walking around?"[/color] She continued, getting up to sniff all around him, confused.  It wasn't that she didn't know the sorts of people that would go to a place like this, but the thought of something that is dead still walking around baffled her to no end. If it was true, it was like a toy that no matter how much you toyed with would never go away or die. If it was true, she may have just found the most interesting person ever! She couldn't stop her tail from swishing from side to side in excitement as she waited for his response. 

[@TheWindel]