Verne padded into camp, panting a bit. She had just run through practically the whole territory. This place, though home to her now, still seemed dark an unwelcoming. Why, she wasn't sure. Everyone had been nice...Some cats a bit too nice. Like Anti. Sighing, the tall three quarters serval stopped at Elixor's den, not yet going in. She was quite nervous, why was she even there? Why didnt she go back to the fighter's den and rest? Why didn't she stay out hunting?
Who knew...
But since she was there, she should be a bit sociable, right? "Hey Elixor, are you in?" She called out, keeping her voice cheery.