Whiskers
Still purring Tarosh waits until a spirit cat gets near to him and then, while stroking Hisser, he gifts the spirit a bit of temporary pow to attract it. It looks suspiciously at Tarosh, but after a moment, it slowly makes its way towards him, eyeing him up and down and then walking around Hisser, inspecting the body its being offered.
"Come with me spirit and you can have a body again and all the pleasures that go with it."
Hisser stares back at the spirit, hackles raised and his tail fluffed up like a bottle brush. Tarosh feeds it another bit of pow to get its attention, which works so well that the spirit turns and attacks him. The fight lasts longer than the one with Pallas, but has the same outcome, though it is a close thing. Panting with exhaustion and having given up on the purring, Tarosh manhandles the spirit into Hisser's body, who's eyes briefly glow as the spirit takes control. He looks at the cat, "Welcome Manul spirit." and feeds it some dried meat, "I'll get you something alive when we leave this place, or if you want the joy of hunting it yourself there is plenty of game near our camp."
The cat licks the dried meat, but leaves it on the floor, "Though I have gone by other names in the past, I like the name Hisser, so you can call me that." He stands and stretches his new body, "I want to chase and rip something to pieces." Hisser pads towards the mass of cats and Pallas's spirit and yowls at him, before turning and heading back to Tarosh. He too stands, "My thanks Pallas." and gives the last of the pow from his other bound spirit. He turns and heads out of the cave with Hisser following closely behind him, where he waits for the others to finish, while Hisser explores the surrounding area.