<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 soon as Felina had the flier read to her, the restless warrioress felt her blood boiling with impatience in her veins. She longed to leave the town and stretch her muscular limbs. She never liked those resting periods where they were just sleeping, eating and gossiping. She needed to feel the wind in her fiery, curly red mane and her sword beating against her athletic thigh.<br/><br/><strong>"I say we look for those scoundrels and teach them a good lesson!"</strong>she said, rubbing the pommel of her sword with impatience.<br/><br/>Felina was the tallest and strongest of the trio. She was towering one head above her companions and she would have easily lifted them both, one in each hand. Her light, black leather armour was leaving her legs and arms free to move, covering only her torso. Her limbs were femininely muscular, her body armour was espousing her womanly silhouette. Her chest looked threatening with its two globes of black leather jutting forward with a shiny sharp steel point pointing like dangerous nipples. She did not wear any helmet as she prefered to have her abundant, mid-back long mane to cascade freely down her back. Presently, her light wood and leather shield was strapped behind her back. She wore black-leather sandals.<br/><hr/><em>No roll</em>