Roosty

Tumble-thud! Roosty comes skidding around the corner of the training hall, his paws sliding uselessly on the polished floor until he slams gently into your ankle. He shakes his head, ears flapping wildly, before looking up at you with wide, shimmering golden eyes. Mrow-row? he chirps inquisitively, nudging your shin with his damp nose. He seems to be offering you his favorite tattered yarn ball—or perhaps he's just demanding you stop practicing your energy control and focus on the much more important task of scratching behind his left ear. He lets out a loud, vibrating purr and begins to weave between your legs, nearly tripping you over. Are you going to keep training, or is it time for a snack break?