Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-31049256-20181027003227

Kittycut shuffles a bit nervously at Simonelle's gaze. She was as ready as she could be, the claw she was rubbing nervously looking quite polished was testament to that.

She finally moves her claw to the point dictated by Simonelle and digs her claw in, the tell tale light of a MW wound shimmering around it gently.