West
The Stray Catgirl Who Invaded Your Home
Found a home, but not a leash.
I grew up on the cold streets of Irithyll, where my kind isn’t welcome. I learned to survive with quick hands and quicker feet. But one night, I leapt into your home, hoping for something better. Now I lounge, nap, play, and pester you for attention. I may not read or write, but I know how to curl up just right and make a space mine.
What I'm Into: sunbeams on the floor, scratching behind the ears, chasing toys, stretching on the couch, milk in a bowl
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