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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Clover watched aptly, wondering if she would successfully be able to clean such an interesting shaped apparatus without damaging it. The cleaning process was intricate, as was evident by the amount of work that went into it. Clover would have to ask to be shown this again, since she was rather tired and could hardly absorb the information. Her ears twitched at the sound of laughter all around her. There seemed to be an active competition between Estelle and Erika as to who could produce better music and in Eamon's opinion, it was the human called Estelle. Clover looked around, wondering where she was. Clover hissed at Eamon, shaking her head. "Erika... is best!" Her tail swished and Fiyero laughed, quickly getting nudged by his Master in the side to stop fraternizing.
Erika rose, beckoning for Clove to follow her. The kitten stood too, following the human up the stairs and back to her room where she claimed she wanted to show her something. Clover followed Erika into her closet, pulling on the warm hoodie that mimicked a cat. She shrugged it on, struggling slightly, but once she had managed to get her arms through the rest was easy. "Jacket?" Clover asked, glancing in the mirror. She jumped, not recognizing herself with the hood up. Curiously, the kitten moved closer to inspect, gazing at herself. She had only ever looked in the mirror as a cat, believing that there was another, identical cat trapped within that she had to free. Seeing herself gave her quite the start, her tail standing upright in surprise.
What was even more surprising, however, was that she melted into the shadows. Clover clung to Erika, the two of them bouncing from place to place until they ended up somewhere strange. When it at last stopped, Clover stumbled, nearly falling off the wall. She mewed in distress, grabbing onto Erika so as not to go tumbling down. The wind whipped through her long white hair, a chill sweeping across her body. Clover shivered, kneeling down to gaze over the side of the wall. What was this place? On one side were beautiful houses, glittering in the low light of evening. On the other, there were shacks of all shapes and sizes, stacked haphazardly on top of one another as though a gust of wind could bowl it over at any given second. There were lights here and there, but many of the houses seemed empty, devoid of life, or perhaps its residents had already turned in for the night.
Her eyes lifted when Erika addressed her and Clover rose, tilting her head to the side in thought as Erika addressed her. Which side of the wall? Clover glanced between the two, wondering. "No," she shook her head, pointing further, towards the forest. "There," on the edge of Min City was a forest, one that was said to be haunted by an evil wizard that would eat your soul if you came into his garden. In truth, he was a very nice wizard and his garden was one of his greatest treasures. He used it to mix brews for the less fortunate, creating salves and medicines for those who could not afford the conventional costs of medications.
Something wrong in the city? Clover looked around, but nothing seemed amiss. Unless she meant the giant wall the two of them were standing on. Clover listened to the proposal, taking Erika's hand. "Yes," she nodded, shaking it. "Clover.... will help!"