Cairessa, sprawled in front of the fire with her faithful cat Whispurr recalls their long history together. She strokes his ethereal form absently with a smile as he purrs softly between snores beside her.

She was young then, as was he. Both around their 20th season. Cairessa, having left the only home she can remember since the crash of the Exodar, with only the clothes on her back and bits of weaponry and silver earned from doing odd jobs, went off to explore new parts of this strange world she had awoken in as a youngling. The land of the night elves she had heard. Darkshore. A place bathed in perpetual darkness after something she’d heard was called “The Sundering”. She had come upon the Ruins of Mathystra in the north. On the ground she saw figurines scattered about, and picked one up. Suddenly she found herself sent sprawling by this very large, very angry cat!

He was the most beautiful thing she had seen. Upon closer inspection as he crept towards her for another attack she realized, he was a ghost. She could see right through him, yet feel him as though he was as alive as she. Or as she was until now, he seemed intent on killing her as he swatted her across one cheek with a massive paw. Recalling what her mentors had taught her as a young hunter, she collected herself, forced her nerves to calm, and started talking to him. In calm, soothing tones. She reached out one hand for him to sniff, and that’s when it happened. This big, vicious feline ghost, placed his head in her hands and purred. Through this contact, she learned bits and pieces of his story…enough to add to the stories of The Sundering and give a clear insight. He showed her high elves and demons working together, she saw Night Sabers slaughtered in battle beside the night elves defending this land from a terrible evil. it was a familiar evil, although she couldn’t recall why. She was certain it had something to do with why the inhabitants of this world distrusted her.

Whispurr has been with her for 50 seasons. He has fought at her side against orcs, beasts, demons. Seeing by his ghostly form, one could be fooled into thinking he is indestructible. But Cairessa knows that not to be true. He has his battle scars. He sleeps more these days, unlike his younger days where he’d drive her crazy with his incessant demands to wrestle around and play every chance he got. Nowadays he was content to rest at her side and enjoy a nice pet. Unlike Cairessa, who has barely aged, Whispurr has. She knew it was time. Time to start considering his retirement from adventuring. Oh he’ll never be sent away from her. He’ll always have a home. But she knew she had to start training a replacement….

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I’m just sayin, first kara run on my hunter, after a comment from BRK wishing us blessings,  everything just threw loot at me. OK so it threw gloves at me. Alot of gloves! Attumen started it with Gloves Of Dextrous Manipulation . The only rogue had better, as did the other hunter, the druid was a boomkin…I got leather gloves. Woot! Party. But…WAIT!! After Moroes, and Opera, we do Curator. He drops Gloves of the Fallen Hero. I lost the roll to the mage, but hey, I had purple leather gloves. Life was G-o-o-d. Time for Maiden! Whipped her giant butt, and she drops… Gloves of Quickening. Fastest upgrades EVER! They are now gemmed with +16 attack power, and a =8 attack power/+6 stam gem and enchanted with 26 more attack power. B-e-a-utiful. I had very little (ie: none at all) trapping to do, except as shackle backups on Moroes, think I did ok. My job was simply to provide MQoSRDPS (see I remembered the little “o” that time), and I think I did that. I was #3 consistantly behind the other hunter and the mage. That is until our 2nd attempt at Illhoof, when I grabbed #2 and kept it.

Throughout the night our tankadin threw little tests at us. Starting with Md pulls. I think I did ok on all of mine. Even in curators room where it can be a bit scary. I didn’t accidentally MD the priests. Ok, I Md’ed the ONE priest, but it wasn’t accidentally, it was for my own amusement. That and he said something smart, he earned it. He did, I swear.

Kara wasn’t enough though. A few of us decided to try heroic mech too. Until the stupid hunter realized she didn’t have the key. Which quickly led to the realization…she didn’t have the rep. Yeah, I’m the stupid hunter. But we did it on normal. I remember when I was healing and that place was just so hard. But tonight…hot knife through butter. Seriously, we slaughtered the joint. Ok we had ONE wipe on that witch with the fire elementals, but we got her. She gave me Stellaris. Which I am now dual wielding with Ced’s carver until a better option comes along. On to Pathaleon the Calculator. He didn’t help me with my kid’s algebra at all, but I’ll take Beast Lord Helm anyhow, since it matches my shoulders. It’s now got shiny gems and a glyph too.

Now…if I could just get rid of these stupid green boots. But I shan’t complain. No, No, I shall not. The loot Gods were good to me. i didn’t have any big screwups, and I had fun. I went in expecting to be the group idiot, and pretty much came out not so bad. If I have to pvp for boots, I’ll do that. Maybe, possibly…*twitches*

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This is Flame. Jesslyn crossed hell and high water to tame her yesterday. She dropped of her faithful boar at the stables, and started the long walk from Loch Modan to The Ghostlands. We got through to Southshore with relatively few deaths. But made a mistake by trying to go through Alterac. And even bigger mistake was spirit rezzing there. That little adventure added an hour to the trip just trying to corpse hop my way back to the road. Anyhow, we got through WPL no problem, grabbed the flight point and swam the river to the EPL border. The first death was right inside EPL. But that sent us to the Darrowshire graveyard, allowing me to rez there and avoid Coring Crossing. I made a bit more progress before dying again. Another fortuitous event, as I ended up at Blackwind Lake. From there, it was a matter of corpse hopping through the bit of woods to meet the road nearest my exit point. So, a few more deaths ensued but I got to the road. I only died one more time after making the turn to the portal.

After entering into Ghostlands, I decided to suck it up and run right through the hordeling town. The NPC’s hit me, but they were easily ignored. Twice however the Silvermoon guards got the urge to attack. They get so uppity about a little dwarf in their zone. After that it was a matter of tracking beast until a Springpaw Stalker appeared. I tamed her, and hearthed back.

I thought my challenge was over. But today, a certain hunter (I’m lookin at you Kae) challenged me to find out if my cat was truly a girl, before I gave her a girly name. I couldn’t resist, so off to the undead infested ships in Menethil Harbor I went. It took several deaths at the fins of Murlocs, but I got to the second ship. For the 1 second my little cat survived after the curse, she was indeed a girl. I then named her Flame, and thanked all that is holy that I had tamed a known female pig the first time!

Thanks to the buff to pet leveling, Flame hit lvl 13 in less than an hour, she was lvl 7 when I tamed her. I just need to get the pretty girl some skills.

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