"Really?" he mused, "you know, I think I've met a few of them back in the day; they used to live in the city right? They didn't seem that scary from afar you know; do you get to train a lot? Fight a lot or something? It must be rough out there, no?"

He shrugged. "Maybe," he replied with a chuckle,"the last one I met seemed a little bit like you, new to the whole world, a little lost, a little bit of that wide-eyed wonder...she was really curious about everything more than hostile actually, but I knew there was a side to her that was feral you know? You can see it in the eyes."

He gave her a look over. "Hmm...my first impression of you huh?" he hummed a little to himself before replying, "well I suppose you're young too, but you certainly have a lot of...what do they call it, gumption? You seem like you have something you need to prove, either to me or to someone else. I'm just curious to what that might be."

"Oh come on," he teased, "haven't you been mysterious enough? At least tell me whether I got it right. It's a compliment really, and I'm not one of your friends from back home who will stab your back or whatever."

His expression seemed to reflect an understanding. "Oh that sounds like a lot of pressure," he agreed, despite not knowing what that meant to her, only gauging that it was some important role or something back home, "you know, a lot of cats feel pressure to live up to something else and they end up buckling under all of that pressure...it's pretty rough from where I'm standing, watching cats crumble under the weight of expectations of everyone around them; you seem to be holding up well, no? I'm sure your family is proud, no?"

He chuckled, though not one out of teasing or malicious intent, rather one of agreement. "You certainly seem different than the others, I can tell you that," he purred. Of course, it was impossible to tell whether he meant it or not; Edom was a smooth talker, the kind who woo'ed cats by telling them what they wanted to hear.

"We're here at our first stop; here's the church," he gestured to the building with the spiral roof, a grand piece of architecture that made everything else look dull in comparison. It was a true cathedral, one that looked as if it was from a movie, "have you been inside a building before?" He paused for a moment. "Even if you have, the inside of here will probably make everything else look dull in comparison."

Inside the church, the ceilings seemed as vast as the exterior, its gothic architecture creating arches that reached far above, pillars chiseled and engraved with ornate depictions of leaves and patterns, light streaming through stained glass windows in a dapple of different colours. "What do you think?" he offered her a dazzling smile, "anything you've seen before?"

Edom chuckled. "Humans pray to their gods here," he spoke like a true guide, "they sing their songs and perform their ceremonies; I heard that wildcats in the forest do something similar. How strange, to be so tied to some mere story of a god that exists on a separate plane...do you believe in gods, Kate?"

He chuckled. "It does," he mused, "I've always been curious, what drives a cat to believe in something sight unseen and put their whole being into it too. I'm not religious myself either, just a curious cat I suppose. I've always heard the forest cats have their own types of religions; it's unusual to meet one who doesn't believe in anything, no?"

He continued to walk, gesturing for Kate to follow. "So what do you believe in if not gods?"