[Hathor]

He bowed his head towards the Master and fae, he was trying to remember her name but would think harder once he had to with her. This was a time to use his silver cat tongue as words meant so much more then simple actions.

"Death has filled my life since I was young, younger then I can remember. So many people fear death, fear what they don't understand I wish to learn it to understand and able to stop the ones who hurt me or the people around me. Weapons can be broken and rust, other spheres are meant to be a waste of energy and time." He said as he held his white head towards them, his tail slowly weaving back and forth slowly.

A pure white Leopardi was a hard life to live with greedy people only wanting to cut your fur off selling it or mounting a head on there wall.