(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs41/i/2009/038/e/5/Commission_Warcat_by_Sean_Loco_ODonnell.jpg)<br/><br/>WarCat walked along one of the hallways inside the Yak'par, looking as ferocious as always. She stood out amongst the crew, both because of her feline heritage, and the fact that she wore little more than panties, a spiked collar and wristbands, and some chains. Her white fur covered her impressive tall muscular body, one that made everyone get out of her way as soon as they saw her. She walked at a fast and determined pace, her tail going from side to side, brushing against the ship walls.<br/><br/>As she turned a corner, a young technician leaning against a wall did not get out of her way fast enough. In a single motion, WarCat grabbed his shoulder and shoved him to the floor, before she kept going towards the bridge. It was unlikely the poor man would make that mistake again. The feline had no time to waste with fools, and had only one thought in mind, the coming raid and the resulting slaves they would get from that raid. The fact that she had been a slave herself for most of her life was something ever present in her mind, and partly why she kept dressing the way she did. It fueled her anger and helped her stay eternally on her guards.<br/><br/>As WarCat arrived on the bridge, she walked up to Lord Ver'slek and listened to his conversation with one of the crew, then looked ahead at the viewport, putting her hands on her hips. She spoke in her usual hissing voice "What's going on, Ver'slek? Why did they detect us? I hope this won't complicate things!"<br/>