“Don’t mistake our silence for weakness.”

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Quiet and poised to strike, The Isles possesses a deadly force to be reckoned with. With grace and finesse, the  felines of this clan are more than capable of becoming one with the water, streaking through the deep blue like fish. With their heads held high, even in the dark hours, the inhabitants of The Isles have a resilient connection to The Celestial, believing that the starry felines are always watching over them, protecting them through thick and thin. 

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Though their words may be finite, when their beliefs are questioned, the islanders are sharp tongued, a passionate fire burning deep within their souls, their voices laced with heat that can scorch anything if they set their heart to it. With cutting insults and barbed retorts, provoking the felines would only end in a dreadful twist. 

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Naturally suspicious of outsiders, it only takes one mistake to ignite the lethal fire of these cats and their temperament is untamable, once their rage is unleashed. One moment, they’ll be as sweet as sugar. Then the other, a living fire. Don’t even blink, don’t make a sound. Because one wrong move is all that it takes for everything to go down. Into the deep blue.

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“Cause if you play with fire, you’ll get burned.”