Lucien Enjolras

Mothwing's been busy taking care of Qi Yan lately, which has been a time-consuming but honestly restorative activity. Still, she's starting to feel a little like a six moon old kit in the nursery, all cooped up, so she sets off to see if anyone wants to chat.

She's shocked by the smell of a cat coming from the cafe, and a she-cat at that--decidedly not Angus. She trots inside and sits a few respectable tail-lengths away from the new arrival.

"Hello! I'm Mothwing," she greets the cat, then realizes there's a twoleg sitting beside her. Enjolras, she thinks. "Hello to you as well."