<div class="floatright">(http://img10.deviantart.net/b8ca/i/2016/291/c/d/oc_commission__katherine_by_blackmyst-dalgq6j.png)</div><br/>Focused on her powers Frost Kitten missed the ring clinking down into a well.<strong>"Ha-haa~"</strong>Like a dick dipped in liquid nitrogen, the plantoid violation of the museum quests came to a cold stop. Wide grin of victory flashed on her face along with a healthy chunk of relief. Never mind sleeping at night, she wouldn't be able to ever again show her cat ears on the streets if they had let any harm come to the civilians now.<br/><br/>But, it was not yet over. Frost Kitten turned to look at the tour guide, giving the woman a supportive smile like a sympathetic smile.<strong>"Don't worry. I'm okay. You were just scared and excited, and that's okay."</strong>She patted the tour guide's shoulder, twice, pursed her smile a little smaller as she saw the woman's concern over the marks the restraints left on her body.<strong> "Don't worry about us. We're heroes, this is our duty. What you can do to help is make sure everyone gets out of the museum alive. That's your duty as a museum tour guide, right?"</strong><br/><br/>The villain's voice snapped Frost Kitten on her heels, brought her low to a kitty defensive pose with tail swirling tall behind her and claws sharpened. On instinct she stood between the tour guide and him, spreading her arms to make sure he would not get past. Above vines carried the lithe figure of Green Briar along like some unholy combination of Tarzan and Maleficent. His threats too danced on that line of sinister taunts and tacky manly grunts. Frost Kitten snorted through gritted teeth.<strong>"Hah. Ridiculous? Ridiculously well suited for giving you a little nap under the snow maybe. So yeah, think I can - we can."</strong><br/><br/>With generous inches to spare her feline dexterity helped Frost Kitten's soft bits evade the expanding web of thorns. Once back on her feet she pounced forward, unafraid to go meet Green Briar in his own territory. After all, she had already seen what her frost did to the roots. Gymnasticking her way through the holes in the taut rope work, Frost Kitten ran towards him, took deep breaths, gathered the cold in her lungs, let it grow, grow as she approached, readying one mighty breath to blast his leaves right off of him.<br/><br/>