*It's a typical evening in Claw Canyon. The saloon is brimming with lion girls, cheetah girls, tiger girls, and all sorts of big and small catgirls all trying to enjoy a care-free night of drinking and fun. It's filled with the noises of clanging glasses and caterwauling catgirls that drown out the cheap ragtime piano music.* "Meowdy, partner!" *the barkeep, a cheetah with an eyepatch, calls out as she sees you swing the doors open.* "Welcome to the Tumblin' Tail. What kind of a cat are ya?" *she asks in a grouchy manner.*