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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
"Clover, down!" Fiyero shouted, Khryia blocking the exit. "Bad, don't tear the pillows!" Clover growled, stalking slowly across the room, her leg chained to the edge of the bed. She leaped, the chain pulling taught, preventing her from attacking Fiyero. This morning it was much worse, as soon as they had arrived for breakfast and to get Clover to take her medicine, she had attacked, pinning Khyria down and scratching through her shirt. "Ooh, feisty, but no kisses, Master won't like that Clover." Khyria had giggled, her and Fiyero wrestling Clover back, managing to tie her leg to the end of the bed. Clover didn't like it, she had tried to bite and claw through it, but hadn't been able to yet.
"Maybe we can train her?" Khryia suggested, taking a piece of bacon off of the breakfast tray and holding it out. Clover lunged, trying to grasp it with her teeth. "No," Khyria scolded, taking the cup of water and using a little to splash at her. Clover hissed, turning in a circle and moving towards a bed. "See? We can train her! Just like a puppy!" Khyria said excitedly while Fiyero rolled her eyes. "Except puppies won't rip your throat out the first chance you get." He picked up another piece of bacon, coming close. Clover suddenly bolted, running towards him. The chain snapped, the kitten tripping. "No, bad!" Fiyero scolded, conjuring up a spray bottle. He sprayed Clover in the face, the cat hissing once more. "Hmm, maybe we can train her." He grinned, the bed post suddenly breaking. Clover lunged forward, tackling Fiyero to the ground.
"Clover, no, bad!" Khryia grabbed the spray bottle, splashing Clover to make her retreat. The cat turned back, darting underneath the bed in order to avoid getting her fur wet. "I think we need a stronger bed," Khyria suggested as Fiyero rose, looking at his torn robes. "Aww, Eamon made these for me," he frowned. Clover hissed in response, seemingly uncaring about the fact that she had just broken her bed. "Okay Clover, we're going to start training you from now on." Fiyero cracked his knuckles, him and Khryia getting to work. They used various means of punishment and reward, trying to get her to stop attacking them. It was around this time they realized that no one had ever taken off the CCC's technology. Using Mallier's brilliance, they tapped into the system.
"Okay, so you turn the dial this way to issue a command." Like this they could better control Clover and keep her from hurting herself or anyone else. "If Clover doesn't listen, it uses a punishment to make her behave." They had changed the punishment from a light zap to a spray in the face with water, which Clover did not enjoy. It took a while, but Clover seemed to be learning. Khryia could now get Clover to take her medicine without getting more than one or two bites. At least now, Clover wasn't trying to take off her fingers. Fiyero also got Clover to sit and stay, using little rewards to keep her interested in listening. "Good girl Clover," Fiyero said as he got her to sit and wait and not gobble down dinner like a fiend. "Wait, wait, okay, go." She leaped, pouncing on the bowl. There was a strong sleeping drug in there that would knock her out so that she didn't try to escape at night.