A brilliant white stone, adorned with pawprints is what led you here, to this field. However many years the runestone has stood, it seems as new as the day it was carved.

Yet there are eyes in the nettles. Many other creatures like you, have been guided by the sight of the pointed runestone. For indeed, it looks like a giant milk tooth.

Large, brown eyes watch a Newcomer's approach from their sunning spot. Their white booted paws step forth from their nest as they casually stretch each limb with the first few paces of their gait. Impressive muscles ripple their fur. A ginger Tortie with beautiful wisps of spots stands before you.

They lower their black snout, allowing for nose leathers to rub against each other, then raise afterwards. Their form relaxes, yet you get the feeling their attentive ears are always on the move for any sign of danger.

"Welcome to Catstone Keep, Newcomer." Their voice was soft, yet clear and deep. "I am Syndoca, Leader of this Village. You may find refuge here, so long as your antics do not ho above harmless pranks. My troupe is important to me."