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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 ||
There was nothing like coming home after a long, very rough day. Maple was returned to the Bernard's immediately, the two sisters allowed a quick goodbye before the dark haired cat went with her owners to their vehicle, driving back home sans Jarvan. Clover couldn't imagine what the family must have been going through, well, she could have considering she had lost her Mage and his wife. Fiyero conjured up a robe for Clover to wear, the kitten putting it on, knowing that she was no longer allowed to go nude. She clung to Erika's side the whole way home, the house warm and inviting. Marie and Belle had prepared dinner while Rosemary was away fighting, the two of them serving everyone.
Clover was never happier to eat real food, the grub she had been served earlier hardly edible. Edmund even sneaked her a bit more despite the fact that servants were not supposed to eat seconds before their Master. She gratefully took the second helping of fish, attempting to not wolf it down, minding the lessons Cookie had given her. By now the news was reporting the successful return of the girls, some reporting a mysterious familiar that led them in rebellion. Clover paid no mind to the talking screen as she consumed dessert while Erika was scolded for forgetting her lunch. "Clover will put Master's lunch next to her bag so she doesn't forget it," the kitten said helpfully, hoping that she wouldn't sleep in tomorrow so that she wouldn't miss sending Erika off.
After they were dismissed from dinner, Clover went upstairs with Erika, hoping that they would be given the night off from hero duties due to the fact that Clover had nearly died today. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep off the drugs and near death experience. "Clover is... too sleepy,"[/;color] she murmured, looking like a child as she rubbed at her eyes tiredly, wanting to settle down on the end of the cozy bed and curl up in a ball. [color=#74BBFB]"Can Clover sleep?" If Master wanted to go out bad guy hunting, Clover would go too, but she could already feel the fight beginning to remain awake for the time being. The kitten passed out as they reached Erika's room, falling against her Master tiredly. She would be alright, she just needed a proper rest and possibly fluids in the morning to properly restore the blood loss.
Clover curled up on the floor of the room, wearing the robe Fiyero had conjured up for her. "Nighty night," she managed to murmur, her tail coming to a stand still, curling up beside her. Her ears twitched cutely, the kitten looking positively scrumptious as she rest. Her face relaxed, her long hair obscuring part of her face. Clover seemed even smaller and cuter, if that was possible, her fur shining gloriously in the late evening night.