The moment Sablcatty spots a glittering object, an irresistible urge to claim it takes over, driving it to battle if necessary. It keeps the claws at the tip of its tail razor-sharp by scratching the rock walls of the caves where it makes its den.
Rather than keeping a permanent lair, it habitually seeks comfortable spots and sleeps there. It digs branching holes in caves using its sharp claws in search of food--raw gems.
