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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 was on edge, every bone in her body wound up like a spring prepared to blast off at any second. When they took down the goons, she sniffed the air, running to the spot she believed her sister to be in. Behind a pile of crates, underneath a tarp, but there was nothing; her sister was gone. Clover's tail drooped, her hands balling into fists. She walked in a slow circle on all four's, her ears pressed flat against her head. Clover hissed, staying close to her Master as she questioned the goon, who was smiling despite the fact that he was bleeding out. "Where is Maple? Where is Maple!" Clover was clearly distressed, her sister was taken and hurt by these humans, her sister was gone.
A rage unlike anything she had ever felt filled her, this human emotion making her feel as though she were going to be torn apart. It consumed her very being and Clover attacked the closest thing, lashing out at it. She felt useless, she felt sick. If only she was stronger, if only she was faster, if only she had magic like her Master, like Maple. When the rage subsided, Clover leaned against Erika's leg, feeling empty. Her hands still shook something awful and the kitten wished that she could do something, that she wasn't so useless. Their hunt for the night was over, tomorrow they would pick up where they left off. In the meanwhile, Clover had stolen the phone of one of the dead men, believing that they could use it to hunt for clues.
That night, Clover had trouble sleeping in her own room. Despite what Cookie had told her about it being inappropriate for the two of them to sleep together, Clover put on a nightgown and grabbed a blanket, sleeping on the end of Erika's bed. She couldn't help it, she wanted to be there to protect her Master should the bad guys come to snatch them up. Not that they would, they had no way of finding the girl and her cat. When morning broke, she forgot to return to her room. By the time the kitten came around, Erika had already gone to school. Clover pouted, she had wanted to ask her human something, but it seemed she had been too polite to rouse her. Clover went to her room, putting her clothes on and making her bed. She returned to Erika's room in order to wash and put things in order.
"Clover, there you are!" Belle poked her head inside, seeing that the kitten was busy at work. "Wow, it's so clean. Anyways, Erika forgot her lunch again, can you bring it to her? You remember where her school is, right?" Clover nodded, "Ye, Clover can do it!" She ran downstairs to grab the lunch and put her low heeled shoes on, heading out the door in order to bring her Master her food. She hummed the tune from the competition, wishing that there were words to sing along to. Her tail swished from side to side, the kitten stretching in the sunshine. Clover was rounding the corner to the school when something caught her tail, pulling her back. She yelped, dropping the lunch box and struggling, but two hands grabbed her own, shoving her against the tree. Even more searched the pockets of her uniform, finding the phone.
"This is his, hey kid, where did you get this?"
"Let Clover go!" The kitten kicked the man between the legs, attempting to run away. She was shoved roughly against the tree once more, her throat grabbed this time, pushing on her larynx. "Bag her," someone said, a black cloth slipping over her head. Clover screamed and kicked as she was shoved into the trunk of a car, her limbs tied down. "Let Clover out!" The kitten mewled, feeling light headed, a strange smell began to fill the trunk and she was pulled towards sleep.