There once was a hunter
and his name was Wyll
He lived in the Heartwood
and he just might still

His girl brought a crate
and dropped it on the ground
out leaped a cat
with a mournful sound

Then it scratched and it bit
and ran wild through the grass
Wyll caught it once
and he kicked it's little ***

But the cat got away
and it hid from Wyll
be careful in the Heartwood
it's probably there still

(Sketched outline of a cat with an arched back)
Fanico Te'Straif

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Variach, in the year 260 MA.