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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
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Maple made her eat, even though she didn't want to. She brushed Clover's hair into twin tails, making her look presentable as the kitten tried to stomach the bowl of soup and slice of toast. "Good job," Maple said proudly, patting her head. "I have to go now, but I think Erika will be here soon, okay?" Clover reached out for Maple, falling off of the bench as her sister closed the door behind her. The kitten cried out in pain, hauling herself up onto the windowsill once more since it was closer than the bed. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. Maple wouldn't let Mallier give her anymore of the pleasant pain medicine that made her go nighty night so she could sleep through the agony. No, Clover would have to face it awake and lucid.
She waited, looking out the window, a breeze fluttering by that ruffled the ribbons in her hair. It was cool against her skin, summer quickly turning into fall once more. Clover had missed it while being held captive, between the Underdark and Manfred, nearly six months had passed. The kitten opened her eyes once more, her ears twitching as she heard sounds outside of her room. What was going on? She turned her head, the door opening. The kitten froze as Erika entered, her heart thumping painfully in her chest. Clover gripped at the dress, wanting it to stop, wanting the sensation to go away. This was just Erika-Erika her former Master, the person who had helped her figure out alchemy and had tried to save her from the Underdark.
Clover looked up as Erika began to mouth words rather than speak them. At first, Clover was confused, but then slowly, she began to understand. This is what Erika had given up for her, her precious ability to hear. Tears welled up in Clover's eyes, wishing she wasn't so useless, that she could have helped, that it could have been anyone but Erika. Was it selfish? Yes, but Clover didn't care. The kitten reached out with a shaking hand, taking hold of Erika's sleeve. For a moment, there was silence, the two of them simply existing. Then, Erika reached out, she clung to Clover, telling the kitten that she needed her. Clover rest her head against Erika's shoulder, the smell of her former master comforting. "Clover cannot be Erika's servant anymore," the kitten whispered. "Clover cannot be anything anymore."
Erika pulled back, Clover's words lost since Erika couldn't hear them. "Clover loves Erika too," she spoke slowly, tears stinging her eyes. She shook her head, wishing she had been better. "This is Clover's fault, if Clover had been strong, Mas-Erika would not be hurting!" Her head spun, her lungs burning. Clover coughed, looking away as she shook, gasping for air.