Ryn'Dhal
Silver Shroud
The large beast prowled about, having decided upon a particularly large piece of furniture within the main recreation area of the ship. Seemed like an odd, grotesquely over-sized sofa cushion, easily large enough for several of the younglings to crowd upon.
Or, at least, a Felacatian in their massive cat-form.
Folding one fore-paw over the other, the massive black cat would open his maw, and a long pink tongue would slowly loll out. Smacking his lips at the end of the yawn, he would go straight into a stretch, and settle his head down to rest, golden eyes half-lidded, as he lazily watched the room. A couple of the various younglings Ryker had found in dire need of safe haven were playing with various toys throughout the room.
The younglings were informed of their strange organic guardian, and as such, any on the ship would know the big cat was harmless to them.
Droids flitting about doing droidy-things, younglings doing youngling things, so the massive cat felt it was only right for him to go and do cat things.
Namely?
Nap.
Or, at least, a Felacatian in their massive cat-form.
Folding one fore-paw over the other, the massive black cat would open his maw, and a long pink tongue would slowly loll out. Smacking his lips at the end of the yawn, he would go straight into a stretch, and settle his head down to rest, golden eyes half-lidded, as he lazily watched the room. A couple of the various younglings Ryker had found in dire need of safe haven were playing with various toys throughout the room.
The younglings were informed of their strange organic guardian, and as such, any on the ship would know the big cat was harmless to them.
Droids flitting about doing droidy-things, younglings doing youngling things, so the massive cat felt it was only right for him to go and do cat things.
Namely?
Nap.