It was dark and oppressive under the trees. The lighting was dim, blocked by all the green leafy branches above, the same branches which blocked any breeze from disturbing the still air. There was no sound, no noise of animals, only silence. The Forest of Souls had gained its name by being the kind of place that only a soul would seem to inhabit. But walking through this forest was a lone kittygirl, in search of a mate. There was a path through the trees, an old path, worn through the underbrush, and closed in on both sides, as well as above.<br/><br/>(Make a perception check)