From somewhere towards the rear of the ship there was a quite distinct "thud!" followed immediately by a yelp of pain.  It was the exact sound that a catboy landing on his head makes.<br/><br/>And indeed there was now a catboy, a skinny lad of around sixteen, humanoid but feline, with black and white spotted fur, sitting on the deck, attempting to look nonchalant.  He licked a paw-like hand and washed his whiskers for a moment, with that air of "I meant to do that" common to clumsy cats everywhere.<br/><br/>His "dignity" properly preserved for the time being, he got up and set out to have a look around the ship, displaying that other fine characteristic of felines the universe over: a curiosity that was likely to land him in some kind of trouble sooner or later.