[h3] Cat [/h3]
The tavern door burst open and in walked a tall, thin girl. Though she was thin, it was hidden by layers of clothing, all ragged looking. She had a dangerous look about her. Her mass of curly, dark hair was tied up by a red bandana, and scars covered her face and body, some of them fresh.
Her gaze crossed the room and stopped near Willow. It didn't stay long before straying to the bar and the drinks. Cat walked up with unconscious grace and tapped her finger on the bar top. 
"I need a drink," she said, lifting her chin as if daring anyone to challenger her.