There's a scream in the breeze, silent and wheezing, piercing into the skies and quaking the dirt beneath your paws enough for you to give pause. To take in the unusual nature of the fauna surrounding you; the leaves almost shiver in anticipation, as do you know that you realise something is coming, but it does not feel like a threat - or maybe you just hope it isn't. The screaming grows into a crescendo, a wail unlike anything you've ever heard and from that screaming comes something that once thought it had shape. A squirming light, of lives, and blinking does not eliminate it despite your prayers. This is very much real, and as its light becomes mass, it becomes clear that this is nothing of your world. Much more than a spirit, it shakes out its head - heads? - to greet you with a shifting expression that you guess to be a smile. After a moment, a standoff, it extends one of its heavy limbs, and in a moment, your world is black. The thing is gone when you awake, but at your paws, there is now a single flower. Pristine and unusual.

It's the sound that draws you close at first, waspish laughter and clinking chimes in the breeze, irresistible to any normal feline but you've always been a curious one haven't you? Dangerous, but there is nothing to fear here. Stumbling into the clearing, bracken pulling your fur, you are baffled to see a cat seated comfortably at a fallen tree. The smooth split of the stump covered in a range of unusual items, from feathers to carved charms that sparkle faintly in the waning evening light. The tom at its helm ushers you towards his goods, proudly introducing himself as Gambit with a cheshire grin and the same buzzing cackle from before. Had he been speaking to someone before you arrived? Unusually, you're unable to dwell on it as the furless tomcat begins listing his wares, and the quantity of bone shards for each. Politely, you explain you lack the items he desires but with promises to return you're free to leave. As you do, you can't help but overhear the shopkeeper begin to speak; laughter seems to chase your heels as you flee.

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