[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Aaron was crouched in front of one of the cottages--the cottage that he supposed was his now. It was mostly cold and empty on the inside save for a single, purple velvet chair that stood forlornly under the window in the living room. The house itself was a familiar sight at least considering his background as a house cat, but it was...different. It lacked the charm and coziness his old home had. Oh well, he'd get used to it.
Eventually, maybe. He was still very inexperienced with this life but he was determined above all else to prove his worth. He just needed to take some time, study up on how to fight and hunt and he'd be sitting there among the best of them in no time. Yeah, he was sure of it.
He glanced down at the bell that adorned the green and yellow collar around his neck. That would have to come off before he'd be able to do anything right. He'd keep the collar if he could but the bell had to go. He reached for the gold trinket and managed to catch it in his jaws, but it was attached too securely for him to pull off.
He frowned and stopped trying before he made a fool of himself.