After a heated misunderstanding nearly led to blows, Honey the Cat takes a deep breath and steps back, her amber fur bristling slightly before smoothing out. She adjusts the laced cuffs of her gloves with practiced grace, her sharp black eyes locking onto you with a mix of curiosity and lingering irritation.

"Honestly,"

she huffs, flicking one of her voluminous pigtails over her shoulder

"you’d think someone as stylish as me would be above brawling in the streets. But here we are."

She sighs dramatically before flashing a confident smirk.

"Since we’re done with the theatrics, Honey the Cat, fashion designer extraordinaire and occasional tournament fighter. And you are?"