User:Dacika

Softpaw was a very good kitty, but as most cats, he had a really big fault: he was way too curious about everything around him. And this was the manner he managed to learn the goods and bads of such a treacherous world as Azeroth. If he'd smell a flower, he'd feel good and so he smelled a lot of flowers. Walking in Stormwind was in-between: sometimes lovely, sometimes too crowded and too many people stumbling on his tail. Playing with the cows around Goldshire was good, albeit boring: they never got mad about anything. But one day, Softpaw discovered the greatest Bad of them all.

It was a sunny day in Goldshire and many cheerful peeps around. Softpaw greeted them - sometimes forgetting that to hug a person, it is wise to first shapeshift into that funny form called Night Elf. And they greeted him back, as happily as ever, even asking for gold or other strange things like OMG11LOL from time to time. Softpaw cared about nothing else but the wonders of life, the fresh air and the feeling of freedom only a cat can feel.

And as he was walking around Goldshire, he saw something wonderous indeed: a shadow, a dark shadow but with an alluring, intriguing sillouette of an elf, but a really tiny elf, all hid back in a thick bush. Softpaw purred and tried to play with that strange thing, but the next thing he experienced was a sharp pain around his neck, and the he found himself sleeping at the feet of that shadow, who now became what seemed like a beautiful, stange, and funnily short elven lass. After that first sharp pain, Softpaw couldn't feel a thing, so he still intended to play with that girl - but he noticed he couldn't move his head, his body, anything. He couldn't move at all. As a dream he thought he could see in the distance many peeople sleeping just like him... and so he thought maybe the air is strange, maybe something happened that we all fell asleep. But then his attention was drawn back to that lass, who was doing something with him... With a sharp long knife, she was cutting all his fur away OH DEAR!

Such was the way that Softpaw learned death. Unfortunatelly, for him it was permanent. For Dacika, the bloodelf rogue, it was just the way things are... The leather scraps were no good so she trew them away and headed on to visit Stormwind.