Missy was wondering the Forrest completely lost, why had her master abandoned her, tears streaming down her cheeks. She tilts her head back and cuts loose with a sorrowful howl. Surprisingly close to the neko,<br/><br/>Her normally silky coat covered in mud, dirt, bits of twigs and leafs. The only sign of her domestication was a collar gripped tightly in her hands and pressed against her chest.