While the night goes by with the plenty of naughty and watching, the kittygirls don't try to attack through the night. Much more better to watch and wait for the perfect time for that giant ass bear to get out of the way and not be threatening what so ever. So now it is morning proper and there are no signs of them left, besides various rumpled ferns and bushes.<br/><br/>More to the point, when the young Ceara wakes up, she is sporting something rather new and equally frightening then a gang of wild catgirls. With a rather cute and adorable set of kittyears and tail, poking out from her bedroll as the sun rises again in the east. The infection getting to the poor girl already, thanks that kittygirl stampede from before.<br/><br/>(move your naughty to another thread so we can keep the story moving.)