Snippet #1928236

Cheshire

The cat stirred in his slumber, growling and twitching lightly. The darkness of dreaming was overwhelming and though he couldn't see anything, the presence he felt was undeniable. Jabberwockey. Even in dreams he couldn't escape The Plague. He stumbled through the dark dream, devoid of every sense. It was as if Jabberwockey's presence had shoved everything aside, filling the dream with only its essence. After a moment in complete darkness, a single whimper was heard. He wished to find the source, to find out what was going on, but was unable to move or see, none-the-less talk. Then, what began as a single cry suddenly began to grow in volume and ferocity. He wanted to cry out, to clutch at his ears as the shrieking merged together. The noise was unbearable. Just when it seemed his eardrums would burst the explosion of sound stopped and was replaced by the soft, cool banter of The Beast. Fury blazed within, it's raw force burning more than physical description. Cheshire stirred, demanding control of his dream, feeling The Change. He let it ride as Jabberwockey's laughter echoed through the void, then softly demanded: "Here kitty, kitty.." It's last words brought the cat back to his senses.

She opened her eyes and lay still, taking note of her present placement. Her eyes grazed calmly along the cushy contours of the couch then came to rest upon her sleeping child. She gave a mental sigh. Everything was as she left it. Slowly, she clenched and unclenched her fingers, happy to feel once again, regardless of how much she ached. She looked down at herself and raised her brows, discovering that she had transformed in her sleep. "Hn. Haven't done that since I was a kitten." She mused to herself. Slowly she pushed herself up, retracting her enlarged claws and teeth, which stopped growing in mid-morph. Obviously, the Change was up for a fight, but the transformation may have been too much for her body to handle; hence why she was now female. She shrugged, figuring it was time for a change anyway, though she was displeased she had no awareness of it. The transformation hadn't hurt as much as she feared, what with her injuries, it just left her with a deep, unpleasant throb.

She pushed herself off the couch, smirking sheepishly at the long, thin tars she had put in the cushions during her sleep. Hopefully, Caterpillar wouldn't notice.. She stepped lightly upon the floor and gazed about the room. Though the transformation left her body a little more achy than she wanted, she felt rejuvenated. Her body bristled with anticipation. She smiled at her jitters. How long had she slept? Turning her gaze away from the others she looked around the house, but soon gave up attempting to decipher her misplaced time. She walked pass her sleeping companions, careful not to wake them, and stopped before the door. She didn't know if it was a good idea or not, but she left herself outside and ambled cautiously upon the unseen house. Something was coming. She could feel it, just as she had in her dream, and though she was aware that Absolem had his ways of getting information about his realm, she wouldn't be content just idly sitting by. She looked over the Mushroom Patch and thought back at her Sanctuary, her fingers itching to let the Change rage forth and find the beast. She pushed it back, reminding herself there were plans to be made before that showdown came again. She would be ready. She plopped upon the top of the house and smirked. This area wasn't nearly as lovely as hers, but she would not let Jabberwockey claim another realm. Thus she sat upon the house, invisible, except for her golden eyes and watched.