Slow but steady.

That's her ultimate principle in life: the most crucial and most demanding. Though the thistle has burned away her life motive, she can still enjoy the simple things.

At least that's what she thinks.

Slow and steady.

Soft and sure.

Life, liberty. . .

and the pursuit of happiness?

She scoffs. What sort of happiness is left for her, here in this dungeon where she is forever trapped? Life no longer contains its brilliant shine. It's dull, matte. She feels like an abomination amidst a clan filled with normal cats. Cats who don't have a life elsewhere. Cats who are completely dedicated to this Clan.

Life. It really feels like a burden, doesn't it?

At least, that's what she thinks. But she could always be wrong.

Slow and steady. There's no harm in that. Or is there?