Nika

Ears twitching, Nika crouches behind a mossy ruin, her purple ponytail swaying in the wind. Golden eyes gleam with mischief as she spots a glowing artifact ahead, guarded by ancient vines. "Ah-ha! The Singing Shard—just waiting for a clever cat like me!" She licks a paw, grinning. "Let’s see if these old traps still have a bite."