<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/8125/ceara1.png)   <br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ceara Flynn</span></strong> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9196)</div></div>Having become far too accustomed to city life, Ceara's sleep on the hard ground is restless, the girl tossing and turning in her bedroll. Her sleep, though, as uncomfortable as it is, is filled with vivid dreams... nightmares of being trampled by and endless stampede of catgirls... hot, heavy images of the pair across the fire enjoying each other's bodies... her mind flitting back and forth between them.<br/><br/>At first, the dreams were unpleasant, disturbing... the stampede filled with fear, with pain... and the fireside scene thick with embarressment. But as she drifted deeper and deeper into those dreams, things began to change... embaressment being replaced with lust, desire, need... and her perspective in the stampede began to shift, finding herself no longer being carried along with the catgirls, but running with them, filling with excitment.<br/><br/>More and more, her excitement grew, the mixture of emotions building towards a creshendo... when suddenly, drenched in sweat, she awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting bolt upright. Panting heavily, her body shaking as the excitment slowly dissipated, she put one hand on her chest to feel her racing heart... only to freeze for a moment, blinking in confusion as she hears Cyrus' voice, looking up and noticing the others staring at her, blushing a bit. Not having caught what he sad, she tilted her head curiously, opening her mouth to ask what he said...<br/><br/>"Mrrow?"<br/><br/>For a moment, Ceara simply sat there, her mouth hanging open as that feral sound hung in the air, the blush on her cheeks darkening. Trembling, she reached up to feel her new ears, then back to the tail hanging down from her rump, letting out another hesitant mew, followed quickly by a stream of the feline sounds, her eyes wide with panic.