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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 ||
Clover recognized him from her days with her Mage, where she and Maple would frolic in the flower of the garden and he would come with a boy in a chair with wheels to see what her Mage could do. Sometimes, Clover would follow him, hoping for scraps to fall from the food he was cooking, most of the time, Maple got them into trouble and they were shooed out of the kitchen, two clumsy kittens who knew how to get into trouble more often then not. Now, he and many more civilians would suffer because of her Mage's execution by those mysterious humans. Clover shivered as he recounted his story, how he had killed his own brother to spare him from the disease that she didn't understand. "Killing bad," her tail curled uncertainly, the man who so many feared was in truth, just that, a man.
Humans were flawed, Clover had come to realize. They were greedy, they wanted everything and would stop at nothing to take it. This man included; he had wanted revenge for the death of his brother, so he had attacked innocent bystanders, believing himself to be just in his act. "Balloon man is bad," there was no way for him to recognize Clover, not with her mask and human body. Her Mage had hidden her and Maple away after they turned human, keeping them in the attic, which they had turned into a bedroom so that humans who came to the home wouldn't see them. "Balloon man should go to prison," Clover agreed in a murmur, her tail stiffening when she caught the scent of strangers in the air. No, not strangers, Clover had smelled something like this before-
The door burst open, a woman entering. Clover's eyes widened, she recognized her, the one from the auction, the one that had given her the cat treat with drugs in it to make her obey the lackeys who forcefully scrubbed her down and then stuffed her into a tiny cage. Clover growled, jumping to protect Erika from the woman who drew a sword, telling them that they should leave. "No!" Clover especially didn't want to go now, she didn't like balloon man, but she didn't like this woman even more and when she drew a sword, well, it set the sidekick on edge. What could she do to help? With no weapons and no mana, the kitten was essentially useless. She could attack the lackeys, they were easy targets, or so Clover believed. The kitten pounced, slashing at one of the humans eyes in order to blind him. Her claws were her only weapon and she would use them to protect her human!
She slashed at another human, scratching him i the thigh. The kitten bounced back, retreating to her Master's side to better protect her. She knelt in front of her, hissing. "Someone kill that cat!" The blinded human shouted, his eyes bleeding. Clover hissed once more, her tail rigid.