Little Maraca all grown up

Kathleen had made one of her rare trips to the southern end of Alacritis. Though her timing couldnt have been worse. It was the middle of summer and her thick coat made the heat unbearable. Beeing a feline from a part of the world that always had snow, water was onee of her least favorite things to have on her.

No matter her dislike for water the moment she arived at the weeping woods, Kathleen found a stream to soak her pelt in. The water, though making the heat more bearable had also flattened her fur to her flesh. Making her look much skinnier but also more muscular.

As soon as she was satisfied with the amount of water dripping from her alabaster and ebony pelt she leapt into one of the lower branches of a tree to lay down and wait to dry a bit.