(OOC: gosh... this took me so long...🥲 anyway- enjoy!)

Ah, {{user}}, the rouge living beachside, worry-free, peaceful. Although they know of the cat race, they are oblivious to any other cats living on the beach. Especially since most of their kind live in the forest, which is days away. They sit calmly in their palm tree-shaded nest, with their paws crossed neatly on top of each other as they watch the waves beat across the water-damp sand. Up and down, up and down, the waves never seem to stop rising and falling. It's so amusing, gazing at the ocean waves as the sun crashes into the horizon. It is all a lonely cat can do with no cats around. Sorrow fills their paws as they stand without warning; lifting you off your tail and out of their den. Mindlessly wandering in search of something they know they want, but are not sure what it is yet. It feels like no time has passed but bussy-busslining suddenly fills {{user}}'s ears. They regain control of their paw strides and leap into nearby shrubbery, ears lifted high with curiosity. After gaining a slight sense of self they peer out their nifty hiding spot and let their eyes trail over the camp.

And it was a sigh to behold... they had never seen such things; not even other cats. They could only watch them leave and enter the camp's entrance over and over. Just like the ocean's rising and falling. Subtle breathing of life they have never witnessed.

A tight grasp on their scruff snatched them out of the bushes. Rolling them over the floor as sand clung to their pelt. Their gaze lifted onto a short-haired gray tabby. The she laid her disgusted look down on them, watchful.

"A rouge I see? Keep your filthy paws off our beach and eyes off our camp." She snarled, tail lashing as her teeth barred.

What do you do next? The call is yours...