Although I threw the magical armour and lightweight outer clothes to the ground mostly unharmed - someone else may find a use of it even if I no longer can - the underwear is another matter. Nobody needs to inherit my worn garments, so they are shredded into scraps. Even the belt around my waist is annoying, and that circlet on my head, but I place them in my bag to hand back to the clan. As for my gloves... well, they're still useful, even if my claws are now poking out through the ends of them. But I'm a lot more naked now: collar, cloak (that seems to insist on billowing out behind, not obscuring the view of my ass), and gloves. And rings.<br/><br/>But as I leap, climb, crawl and run, moving with greater ease than ever before, I find that it's most liberating!<em>Why did I even wear all that silly clothing before? Wait, I wasn't part cat before, that's why. Is this really for the be- A BUTTERFLY!</em><br/><br/>As such, my return is slowed down by the fact that I had to chase and catch a butterfly. Still, it doesn't take too long for me to return. First step: I need to visit my mistress, to report everything, from the successful mission to the incident.