The Druid formerly known as Coal
The Aggro Queen
The “Hey can I get a summon I’m stuck again” Chick
I have many names. Among friends I’m called Lexi, Coal, and Tiger depending on how well and for how long I’ve been known. You can call me Tiger, that’s just fine.
I play a Horde Tauren Druid named Tigerfeet on the US PvE server Hydraxis. As the Sergent floating proudly before my name indicates, I’ve been playing for some time. I have not, however, been playing consistently or with any amount of frequency until recently when, after a year-long hiatus I was enticed back into the land of Azeroth and took the opportunity to finally grind the last few levels to 70.
In my first post, I find it prudent to tell all my imaginary readers exactly what I’ll be talking about.
There, I said it, I confessed! Keep the lynching mobs at bay please? I have NO direction, NO goal, only an enjoyment of World of Warcraft as a hobby, a desire to write, and a vague notion that I should, without too much difficulty, be able to manage keeping the blog at least loosely WoW-related.
I was inspired to start blogging after I hit 70 and began panting in excitement to get my tapping tiger toes into some end-game raid content.
My current guild ran its raids at midnight.
Oy! Said I! This will not do! So I moved, and found myself woefully undergeared and, with the help of a druid in the guild I was applying to, started power-gearing. I had 2,000 gold saved up to get my epic riding skill. Now, bearing the proud tag of <Unemployed> above my head and tanking Karazhan with newbish ease, I have 150 gold to my name. Oh dear oh dear.
No matter! Says I! I’m in a great guild, with friendly people, who let me come raiding with them and dangle a carrot on a stick in front of me with the words “we want you with us in 25-mans” carved cleverly on the side. Let me tell YOU! I started this venture of guild-searching with only the hope of running Karazhan and Zul’Aman, maybe a pass into Gruul’s lair, but honestly I couldn’t see much around the bulk of the bear mount standing squarely in the middle of all my desires. So when I was told that they could use another bear tank for 25-man runs I saw not only a beautiful opportunity, but a chance at more than I’d expected.
*ahem* I seem to have gotten off-topic and wandered away from where I had originally been heading. Why ‘Secret Agent Cat’?
I found, very early on in my WoWing days, that I have an irrepressible wanderlust. Case in point, I was THERE, on Scilla, standing nervously in front of the gates of Ahn’Quiraj, at the exalted level of 18 when the gaping maw of that now-deserted 40-man instance opened.
Now, I was only level 18. Fresh into my swimming mount with barely the scent of kitty goodness in my nostrils, I wasn’t doing much sneaking about. But let me tell you, when level 20 hit and I learned how to be a cat I embraced it. Areas that, had I wished to explore them before, involved a kamikaze-style run while high on speed potions were now possibly infiltrate-able. The world was my burrito and the secret agent cat was born.
I still lacked the above title, however. That didn’t come to existence until perhaps a week ago. I was level 70, it was late at night and I had just taken my first death in what was turning into a long fight of Alterac Valley. I had a deadline to meet, I needed honor points and marks, so killing and winning were essential. The northern graveyards were, as yet, uncaptured so when I came back to life I faced one of two options. Stay on defense or try and make it past a formidable Alliance blockade at the choke point.
I, however, had a third option. Stealth.
I was sitting in Vent with my friend and my pocket-priest who usually follows me around keeping my snazzy tawny hide intact so I can continue to rip faces. As I’m stealthing up to and then past the Alliance blockade a little ditty starts running through my head. I’m sure you know the song “Secret Agent Man”. I started humming into Vent and my friend, being the tender young buck he is, asked what song it was. Not thinking, and focusing on the game I replied “Secret Agent Cat”. And so, with a slip of the tongue that really should have happened years earlier, the true Secret Agent Cat was born.