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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 ||
In the morning, it was Belle that assisted in getting Clover dressed, a shiny new collar waiting for her. This one had a special protection special cast by Edmund so that only those with Harington blood running through them could remove it. Clover felt much more secure with it in place, sighing in relief once Belle moved hr hands, the golden bell resting against her collar bone. Clover put on her maid uniform, allowing the human to put her hair in twin tails before heading off to attend to her duties. Today, Clover made certain to place Erika's lunch bag beside her school bag. The kitten placed her hands on her hips, seeming satisfied with her job. She had patiently cut apple slices into little rabbits and had a band aid on her finger to show for it. They couldn't allow Rosemary to heal every wound of course, as it would serve to teach a lesson to be more careful.
Clover ate breakfast with the other servants, Fiyero waltzing in with a yawn, his white hair in a tight bun on his head. He was no longer allowed to help Clover get ready in the morning, to his disappointment, but it meant he could now sleep in. Clover yawned, stretching in her seat before leaning down to take one last bite of her stack of blueberry pancakes. Clover had never eaten such tasty food before coming here and the starved kitten was already gaining weight, her ribs no longer so prominent. They had to be careful of course, since Clover had no magical ability, like some of the other servants, she could easily gain too much weight. Even Belle and Marie had some semblance of mana, Belle's specialty was floating small objects towards her, which was useful when her hands were full, and Marie could breathe life into inanimate objects for a short amount of time, although the ability completely exhausted her.
Clover looked down at her fingers, wondering if one day she would be able to do anything cool. "Clover, please take Master Erika's breakfast upstairs," the kitten jumped to her feet, picking up the tray and carefully taking it up the stairs, barefoot since she had lost the shoes Cookie had given her the day prior in the incident. Fiyero could conjure her up a new pair, but he was feeling lazy. Besides, now that he was no longer allowed to prey on her, he would only spoil her when no one was around. The household was at last growing used to her presence and they settled into a rhythm of sorts. Clover entered her Master's room and set up breakfast on the table. "Master Erika," Clover said pleasantly, "Clover brought you breakfast," she pulled out a school uniform and placed it on the seat beside her.
She was unaware that her Master had gone out without her the night before and had she known, no doubt the kitten would have been upset. Clover looked around, trying to clean up the room a little bit when she came across a pair of Sera's undergarments. The kitten didn't understand embarrassment yet, but she did know that it was something her Master would not want her parents to find and so she dutifully hid it in Erika's bag, between one of her textbooks.