<div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">  <strong>Felina the Red Cat</strong><br/>  HP: 45<br/>  Head:<br/>  Arms:<br/>  Legs:<br/>  Defense: 13/11</span><br/></div>As they joined the caravan and were accepted by them, Felina felt ill at ease. There was too much noise, too much fuss, and as the night was falling, there would soon be too much light. The torches would blind her and they would fall head first into any ambush that was awaiting them. She really did not like that "prey" role.<br/><strong><br/>"Listen, girls. I do feel it's better for you to stay here, hiding in one of those carts. Do not do anything foolish while I am not here. As for me, I am going to walk along the caravan, in the woods. When those scoundrels show up, I'm going to fall on their back and teach them a lesson. I'll scream my battle cry when I fall upon them so you will know."</strong><br/><br/>Without letting them a chance to argue, Felina swiftly ran into the forest, disappearing from view. There she began to walk on a parallel course to the caravan. Most of the time she could see it and at all time she could hear it. As she walked, Felina kept all her senses in alert, looking for the bandits or traces of them.<br/><br/>Now she felt good. Adrenaline was running in her veins and she could feel that soon there would be a good fight.<br/><hr/><em>Requested roll: At 2013-02-20 02:20:17, AurelieCatena (uid: 19175) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=44423)</em>