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.