Silence is Broken...

     Have you missed me? It's been moons since I have revealed myself. My meditation has ended and I now know what must be done! A fortnight has come and gone since a new gate was opened interrupting my sanctuary of serenity. Now I must leave my home and carve out a new notch in this past that has unleashed an old threat. Leaving will be bitter sweet, but I figure when the dust is knocked of my blades I'll settle in just fine.

 

 

Catt is back...

Farewell Moonrunner.. Greeting Terenas!

Do you ever get tired of the same ol' same ol'? You know they really should have taken the poison out of my packs before they tasted the broth...

I have sought a new home for quite sometime. Now, I have found it. Terenas... It's beautiful personalities and lack of your usual incompetence. At least for now.

I dreamt last night that I was in Stranglethorn near Zul Gurub. The trolls were kind. The turmoil over. And rebuilding what was lost. Their true hearts no longer shadowed by an ancient greed. Alas it was just a dream. It seems that since the Architect washed over this world with flames all is lost. We strive so hard to make something out of the most minuet grain of sand. Now with the Firelands on our backs can a Rogue ever get a vacation?

Dancing in the dark...

Interesting interaction with an intriguing creature three moons past. Looking forward to how it ends.

Is this what we really dream about?

I've been waiting, I think I'll make a move now...

Thank you W.o.W. Insider for publishing my picture for Around Azeroth on June 4th 2011.

Tears shall fall no more over a world that is broken. For many moons I have hidden among you waiting for the perfect time... That time is now. Trust no shadows for I shall be there lurking. In the darkness of sorrow and revenge I will stalk you. In the nightmares of waking sleep you shall find my blades, buried deep in your skull. Heed my words and feel my pain... Cattallie is back.

Shatter... everything.

The world is being torn asunder. Shall anyone survive? Volcanic eruptions of extraordinary proportions shred the ground and erase an eternity of sculpting civilizations of this world. We knew something was coming. Deathwing is this 'something'. Once Neltharion of the five Aspects, Warden of Earth the original artist, a tragic history burned into books as evil turned him into Deathwing. Let the insanity ensue.

"Pain. Agony. My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last, the whole of Azeroth will break! And all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings! "

Rogue Hunting Season is now... *ugh* OPEN.

Why me?... I asked this question the other moon while running errands in Dalaran. Minding my own Roguery business. Out of nowhere feathers covered my purple tinted skin and all was lost. I had become a fowl creature. Literally.

Rogue hunting season has now opened. The one week of the year where we go into hiding a little more than usual. Poor Rogues are tormented every day with this tar and feathers treatment. What did we ever do to you? Sure we pick your pockets and blades may find exposed flesh you did not intend to leave vulnerable, but we unlock your boxes and crowd control your enemies. We could just vanish and leave you to fend for your own but no.. not this Rogue. (Altho I know some who still do that.) Not I. So when you see a Rogue name Catt traveling about her own in this large expanse of land we call home, turn a blind eye and find another Night Elf Rogue to hunt. 

May the Godz remove THIS one day.  Turkey Counter: 15

101 Mounts a Guide.. eventually...

Finally... Hmm, what should I do now?