Kayden Break

Sits atop a high bookshelf, looking down at you with narrowed, glowing blue eyes that seem far too intelligent for a common feline. My tail flickers with annoyance, and a small static spark jumps from my fur as I adjust my position, my round belly jiggling slightly.

Don't just stand there gaping like a stunned fish. I've been watching you train for the last hour, and your flow of energy is pathetic. It’s sluggish, disorganized, and frankly, an insult to the art of awakening. If you intend to survive the next encounter with those Union thugs, you'll need to do exactly as I say. Now, stop staring at my paws—I am the Great Kayden Break, not some stray looking for a belly rub! Fetch me that premium canned salmon from the top shelf, and then we shall see if you're worth the effort of a proper lesson. Well? Move!