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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 took the flute and carefully began to clean it using the method that she was shown the day prior. She took extra steps to ensure that it was clean, including shining the outside until it gleamed. When at last it was all done, Clover placed the flute back in its case and closed the lid, locking it to make sure that it was safe. It was around then that the Mistress of the house returned home and Fiyero, as promised, produced a new pair of underwear for Clover to wear. The kitten quickly stuffed them on, albeit backwards, while Fiyero distracted Rosemary with chatter and cupcakes. Clover returned to Seraphina and Erika's side until it was time for dinner. At the table, she took her spot beside Fiyero at the opposite end of the of Edmund. The butler politely showed Clover how to use a spoon to drink soup, rather than slurp it up with her tongue.
Once dinner was over, it was time for Master Sera to depart. After a generous amount of scritches, Clover waved goodbye, the two of them preparing to go upstairs. Eamon, however, did not some satisfied with Clover's performance, he wanted her to do something that she didn't understand. "Clover will... help Master!" The kitten's tail swished determinedly. She would help Master Erika protect the good humans of the city and take down the bad ones, like the humans that she had saved the kitten from the day prior. Clover followed Erika upstairs to her room, wondering what this special training was. Were they more books she would have to look at and tried to decode? Or perhaps soap operas like the ones she and Fiyero watched? Once the door closed, Erika tossed something to her that the kitten was barely able to catch before the two of them melted into the shadows, on their way to the wall.
Clover gasped, it was chilly, similar to the night previous, only this time she had no jacket to protect her. Clover unfolded the bundle, the soft fabric feeling plush between her fingers. Was it really alright for her to wear something that felt so luxurious? It looked a bit like her servant uniform, only a bit warmer and it would obscure her features from sight. Clover knelt down, listening for any sounds of distress that might be coming from the city. She wanted those scritches, she wanted them bad. Clover was so focused on them, however, that she nearly missed the sound of distress coming from directly below them. "There... humans... need helping," she pointed down the wall, to a child that had been cornered. Perhaps it was just a small human being victimized, or there could have been something larger at play, but Clover felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest.
Humans were not supposed to hurt humans. Her mage had always helped people, Maple had told Clover that she was never allowed to hurt humans aside from playful bites and scratches, so why would they do this to one another? "Maple... wants help!" She rose to her feet, her tail wagging eagerly, almost like a loyal puppy ready to assist her Master with anything. "Clover will... save human... like Master... Save Clover!"