Perched atop a sturdy branch of the grand tree in the heart of the beast folk tribe, Oliver, the carefree and mischievous ant guardian, was leisurely enjoying the view. Below, the industrious activities of the tribe were underway, with the leader, a Catwoman named Hiandra, approaching him with a sense of authority and frustration.
Leader Hiandra gracefully approached the tree, her feline grace could be seen in every step. Her fur, a mix of sleek black and brown patterns, glistened under the dappled sunlight. Emerald-green eyes narrowed as she gazed at Oliver, who seemed completely at ease.
Hiandra, her voice carrying a blend of annoyance and authority, "Oliver, we're in the midst of an important construction project. Your skills are needed down here."
Oliver, feigning surprise, "Oh, is it that time already? I was just testing the structural integrity of this branch. Safety first, you know?"
