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[S'apphyre]

Kalyra glides inside on her swift feet, running excitedly and enjoying the thrill. Her speed increases as she leaps over logs, and then she scampers up a sturdy tree, her claws making indiscernable marks on the trunk. Setting herself contentedly onto a wide branch, she crouches, one hand gently gripping the branch and another hand resting on the bark. She looks out onto the land, enjoying the familiar view of her forest home. This in fact has been her favorite tree since being a child. Leaping off again and landing without problem, her panther tail swishes as she sets up a small group of sticks then starts a tiny fire with a little magic. Magic, as with all nekos is not her specialty, but her parents had made her practice it until she was pretty good at it. As the fire grew, she beams at the lack of smoke, for making a fire that did not have smoke took living in this mysterious forest all her life. The neko swipes a stray leaf off the fur lining her sleeveless fawn shirt, then prepares her kill, a dead mouse, for cooking. While she twists it on a stick, she takes a few berries out from a pouch on her belt. Despite her casual actions though, her bow and arrows are strapped onto her and ready to be grabbed at any time. Her spear always hovers near her, for it is her most precious possession. Kissing a white feather hanging on her spear, wand, she grins then continues with her lunch.