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“Huh?” It was good that Frosch decided to yell, because Orga might have very well tripped over the little cat by accident. He looked down, wondering what had the little thing so worked up. After all, wasn’t she usually with Rogue? Speaking of Rogue, where was he?
“What’s up Frosch? I thought you’d be with Rogue…” Really, he didn’t know what to do with the little ones. He wanted to befriend them, but he knew that Rogue was too protective of Frosch, and he didn’t think Sting would let him interact with Lector. Not that Lector really seemed to want to interact with Orga.

“Rogue went on a mission with Sting, along with Lector, they left Fro behind.” Crossing her arms another pout formed. It didn’t even seem like that dangerous of a mission, just helping some villagers out with magical problems. Looking up at the muscular man, the frown soon faded and transformed into a bright smille.
“Has Orga gotten any stronger!” In a way, Frosch looked up to Orga. This man was very stronger, not to mention he was like, raised by a god! Almost all magic interested the little green felines mind. Although Lighting did scare her at times, the lighting Orga used was for good purposes!
“Hm… I don’t know. We could always walk around and try to find something to do. If you’d like you can ride on my...
Orga was right, there were no weaklings allowed in Sabertooth, sometimes Frosch wonders how her and Lector even got past...