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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 ||
Sera pried Clover off of Erika's leg, giving the kitten scritches to keep her quiet for the time being while Erika proved to each of them that Clover was doing a fine job considering the odds. The kitten had been here nearly two weeks and still hadn't grown used to this body of her's, or the human tendencies. There was still a lot that she didn't understand, like why humans needed to use forks and knives when they ate food, or why there was an obsession with brushing hair and keeping up appearances. Cats didn't wear clothes or read book, they didn't make beds, or wash clothes. "Clover is not bad," the kitten was shaking with rage. These humans didn't understand what it was like for her, they didn't know where she had come from, just that she had once been at auction and then Erika had brought her here after being rescued by the Blue Lotus.
Master Sera told Clover that she had best be grateful and the poor kitten truly was. Master Erika was generous and kind, she let Clover sleep on her bed and she shared her food with her. That was why she had tried to give her a squirrel! Her hands balled into fists, her claws digging into her skin. She watched as her Master bowed her head, apologizing to everyone except Fiyero, who was more than likely the reason why Clover knew so little. Then Erika did something rather rash and unexpected, cutting off both her hair and slicing her arm open. "Master!" Clover gasped, rushing forward as hair and blood fell to the floor. Sera too, rushed forward, the other servants standing stock still.
"Clover will help," the kitten tried, licking up the blood on her Master's arm, hoping that she wasn't hurting her. Fiyero stepped forward, pushing her away. "A Master should take responsibility for their Servant yes," he said, conjuring up bandages and cleaning wipes, "but a good Master is also responsible for disciplining their disciples." He wrapped up her arm, "Next time, do us all a favor and don't be so dramatic," he shook his head with a sigh and pointed to Mary, "You should clean this up before Rosemary and Edmund come back." No doubt they would not be happy to see their daughter's hair and blood smeared right in the entryway of her home.
"What can Clover do?" The kitten asked, wondering if she wasn't cut out for this after all. She couldn't even clean a wound properly, instead attempting to lick it, another animal tendency. "You can escort Master's Sera and Erika to their room. Don't forget the snacks," he flicked her forehead, her punishment for scratching him during the bath and not letting him steal her underwear. "Master, Clover will take you upstairs," the kitten squirmed, hoping that Erika didn't think ill of her for being such a bad.