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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 had no magical potential, just as they had suspected. The kitten's tail drooped, but she dutifully followed her Master to the training room, because of course the Haringtons had something like that. She could learn to use potions, just like her mage, but they were bulky, according to Erika, who explained things while they walked. "So Clover cannot do what Maple does?" Of course she couldn't, Clover had been cocky to think that she could ever have the same opportunities as the kitten that was older by minutes. The youngest of three girls, they said that when you had two older female siblings, you were less likely to accomplish anything and live an utterly boring life. Their older sister, who was only a few minutes older than both Maple and Clover, had been purchased by a sea Captain and lived her life catching mice and rats in the middle of the ocean.
The thought of such things made the kitten feel sick. How her brave sister did it, Clover knew not. The kitten did have one thing going for her and it was her snazzy job in which she was allowed to do strange things like carry out secret missions to save both humans and mages. It was strange, thinking that no one knew who she was with a mask on. Even with her cat tail and ears, it seemed as though her identity would be obvious, but apparently there were plenty of white haired, cat eared figures running about the city. Take Fiyero for example, who normally wore ceremonial clothes as he lazed about, munching on crisps and watching soap operas until he fell asleep. Clover wondered what the familiar ever accomplished and how Eamon had even come to obtain him. Of course, her thoughts came to a quick stop when they reached the training room.
"Alright," Clover did not have a choice anyhow, either way, the kitten would be used as a doll for her Master to experiment on. Clover stood in front of her, attempting to hold herself like the Watchman did. The kitten began to feel a strange sensation, something that her cat-brain could not register. She stiffened, twisting strangely and then finally, bursting into what seemed to be a fit of either hiccups or giggles. The poor cat fell to her knees, nearly peeing herself from the sensation. "Clover does-" she said, breathless when it was at last over. "Clover does not like," a strange sensation suddenly overcame her, a feeling of happiness that struck suddenly and for no reason. Clover lay back on the floor, panting, her tail wagging happily.
At last the kitten returned to her feet, straightening her bonnet, what Fiyero had seemed an essential piece to the outfit. Clover had a feeling that she should no longer take his example as to what an exemplary familiar looked like. "Is Clover Erika's familiar?" The kitten inquired, her ears twitching as she wondered if she was as useful to Erika as Cookie was to Julian.