Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.

Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.

Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:

"Do you have what it takes?"

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It made her stronger, the fact that everyone she knew and loved had died under her very nose. Perhaps they even affected her body. Her paws were now slowing down their dangerously fast growth, and she was finally growing into them. They stopped being clumsy, and now were only petite footsteps. They matched the rest of her slender frame and small bodice, and now she could go from place to place unnoticed. Her muscled legs were bent, and she crouched down, slinking low to the ground. The longer hairs on her stomach brushed the ground, tickling her. A small giggle escaped her lips as it tickled her, and she arched her back.

Suddenly, a scent reached her nostrils. It was a familiar one, and she twisted her pale cranium for a look. It was that boy, Jacen. A flush reached the skin of her cheeks, and it faded instantly. He looked...charming, at least a bit. There had to be some sort of flaw to this brute, even if it wasn't physical. Must be a mental thing, for he was so freaking hot. Yet, perhaps she had an idea about him. He was...dangerous, and she was now starting to think about that kind of stuff. Dangerous, to her, was sexy. She just had to know his secret!

Crouched behind a bush, her paws shuffled so that they wouldn't make any noise, her gaze curious as she looked at him. A smirk caressed her face, and she crouched unseen for a little while. Yet, curiosity killed the cat--and exposed her. A single little paw, stepping on a single, tiny twig. Crap! She thought, suddenly frantic. The girl almost made it out of the bush, but his tantalizing voice swept over her ears, ruffling them. The lass stood up, almost nose to nose with the fellow as her muzzle went slightly up. Then, she went a little ways away and sat down, a mischeivous smile on her maw.

"Clever now, are we, Jacen?"

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