<strong>Day 1, Keyley, Felis</strong><br/><br/>After several weeks of travel across the ocean and overland, Willow is finally at the gates of Keyley, the capital city of the Kingdom of Felis, the original home of the cat-kind.  Unlike Canis' heavy forests and colder climate, Felis is much more temperate with lots of grasses and sub-tropical forests, noticeably warmer than the cold climate the wolf-woman was used to in her youth and young adulthood.  The feel is different too; much more relaxed, not as strict, far more open and individualistic... much more like how cats are assumed to be, and fitting for such a nation with so many of them.<br/><br/>And this is the capital, home to the Matriarch Rakshasa Keyley IV and her court, and one of the largest centers of commerce and arts of all sorts across the land.  Arriving by foot, she sees the great stone walls of the city, easily defensible on all sides, and the towering spires of the majestic palace in the distance behind said walls.  The path leads up to big, heavy gates that would require gears and mechanical advantages to open, and was clearly manned with a number of guards.  All seemed to be cats, by the looks of things as well.<br/><br/>"Halt!" one shouts as she approaches, but it's not very menacing and more stern "Name, intentions, and papers vetting your admission into the city!"<br/><br/>There is a porthole or something like it just off the side of the gate, likely where you're supposed to show the papers...