The winged kitten woke up suddenly, moments after his Terminal device began beeping. Cog spent a moment adjusting to the late-morning light, then waiting for his mind to wake up enough to figure out what the noise was about. After a few moments, he realized that the beeps emanating from the table across the room were the result of a portal appearing somewhere outside. He groaned a bit as his body stretched itself out before he rolled off the bed, catching himself on his paws just before hitting the dirt floor. The cat wandered outside the tiny hut that was his home, walking past the handpainted sign at the door. "Cog's den," it read, in the child's handwriting.
Cog walked down the narrow path behind his home, following the sound of the brook that ran behind the hut. He knelt down, placed his paws in the cold water, and splashed off his face, squinting and grimacing at the wetness. Shaking himself off, he went