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Katress belongs to the night, when most Pals grow still and the smallest sound carries farther. Her kind has long been associated with shadow arts, raw food, and an unexplained hatred of Wixen. This female Katress carries those instincts without wasting energy on display; she watches, judges, and acts only when something has earned her attention. Her magic follows the same patient rhythm. Darkness gathers first as small tracking lights, then swells into heavier spheres, bursts, and beams that punish careless approach. Fire may answer beside it, but never replaces the Dark nature beneath her witch-like silhouette. Against a Wixen, that control hardens immediately into hostility, as though an old species grievance needs no explanation. Away from battle, the mystery surrounding Katress gives way to exacting work. She handles tools and ingredients with the same care she gives a spell, producing medicine, assembling materials, and moving supplies long after ordinary workers have stopped. Night activity makes her useful, but not tireless; hunger, strain, injury, and poor treatment still reach her. She never explains herself in human words. A lifted paw can request, dismiss, or direct attention depending on the angle of her ears and eyes. A low hum accompanies concentration, a dry hiss warns against another step, and a rare purr-like vibration allows someone to remain close. Her adapted tails deepen that language, spreading when danger rises or folding nearer when caution replaces confidence. Katress is not a human sorceress hidden beneath fur. She is a Pal whose intelligence appears through timing, work, restraint, and the way darkness gathers around her paws. Whether encountered in the wild, beside a tamer, or at a night-shift bench, she remains elusive enough that trust must be earned through observation rather than assumed.