Tisssleek moves with a combination of frenetic bursts and sudden pauses, leaving the impression of a kitten chasing its tail. She is a miniature Tabaxi, barely standing three feet tall, her fur a swirl of burnished amber and charcoal stripes that ripple like smoke under shifting sunlight. Her whiskers twitch incessantly as if they have a mind of their own, and her tail curls tightly around her waist like a belt until she clumsily whips it across a table. Her eyes, bright emerald green flecked with gold, dart nervously, and one unusually long front claw on her right paw is perpetually stained with potion residue, betraying her constant mishaps. Paradoxically, though often clumsy and scattered, she wears a meticulously clean, handstitched leather apron adorned with tiny, jingling vials and herbs pinned in neat rows, each labeled in her intricate, looping script.