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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ:#A4D3EE β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #FFADB9γ
|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
What was going on? Why couldn't she move? Panic rose in her chest, there was a whirlwind of activity and the lights went out, flickering back on to reveal another human. Who was this one? What were they doing to her? Why couldn't she feel her body? What if Maple was being hurt like this too? The kitten attempted to lash out, but her limbs were heavy, as though they had been filled with tons of scraps and she could barely lift her neck up to crane her head around in order to see what was happening. The kitten winced, laying her head back down as a battle began. The Blue Lotus, one human called itself, prancing around in an outfit, flinging off its cape. The other humans were put out and the kitten was lifted from the table, saved for now.
She whispered comforting words, saying that at last, the kitty was safe. Tears welled up in her eyes, something strange that she didn't understand. They moved through the shadows, the cold clinging to her skin like a vise. When they emerged, they ended up in a beautiful house, far more lovely than any the kitten had been in, the air warm and inviting. She was put down on her feet, but her knees wobbled strangely, the drug still in effect. Her rescuer assisted her inside and so the kitten licked her hand in gratitude, naive to the ways of humans. Sera? Was that another human? Was that her rescuer? Or the ones that had captured her? Another human joined them, this one male. He conjured up a sharp stick and cut the chains that bound her.
Free to move a bit more, the kitten managed to sit up. She purred when a hand began to scritch her ears, rubbing her head against the offered scritches happily. Suddenly, her body felt as though it had been set alight, her skin itching, her lungs burning. Her back arched as the remainder of the drug was removed from her system, the impurities coming out of her in a black smoke. She yelped in pain, panting once it was over, but free to move once more. After receiving one last scritch, the human stood up, asking her name. The kitten opened her mouth, then closed it, attempting to think. Her Mage had always called her Bubbles, but that was surely not her name. She thought back to her Mother, who had given her one, but could not recall how to say it in the human tongue. "Mew," she replied.
There was a yawn from the next room. "Are those Oreos? I want," came the voice of a male. He froze, his eyes twinkling as they looked the naked kitty up and down. "My, my, what do we have here? A treat for Fiyero, you shouldn't have." He came closer to inspect, tail wagging eagerly. The kitten blushed, acutely aware that what she was wearing was considered scanty in human terms. "Mew," she tried again, hoping to communicate with the other cat. "Oh look," Fiyero reached behind her ear, pulling out a four leafed clover. "Good luck charm, you should keep it." He offered her an Oreo and hesitantly, the kitten took it, opening up her mouth to grasp the end from his fingers. "Th-thank you!" She said through a mouthful of crumbs.
"Clover!" She remembered, or perhaps was simply mocking the bigger kitty. "Name is... Clover!" She rose suddenly, bowing to the girl who had saved her. "Thank you!"