Gareth could feel them crowding his noble stead. Being in full armor he could feel the kittens grab and bounce off his magic metal. His shield was also a big aid. He could use it to push them back and bulldoze them into each other. Their mewls and cries were getting on his nerves, and he did not like them touching his mother fucking horse! Drawing his long sword he waved it around menacingly. He pulled his shield arm up to his mouth a with two finger in whistled loudly so all the cat girls can hear. "All of you remain clam. Do not panic and sit down now!" He shouted with all his divine presence, and natural charisma. Not to mention speaking to their primal mind by showing the bravado of an alpha male. Gesturing his commands pointing to the ground to sit.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-06-12 18:12:53, ulthakptah (uid: 15470) rolls: 1d20a14 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47204) Handle Animal or Diplomacy whichever would apply. Not that it matters for this is the part of the story where we get swept up in a stampede. </div></div>