Dec 16, 2011 03:43
[Ever since his small snow war between Kloe and himself, Sandrath was prowling the Keep as a cat. The main reason he remained in this form for now, was to be warm and perhaps snuggle up with a few residents that lived in the barracks.
The black cat could be found on any floor, while avoiding the snow at all cost.]
not quite a cheshire cat,
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Cat.
[She hadn't been aware she said it aloud, but now that she had she smiled, then crouched in place with her arms wrapping around her knees. She didn't want it to think her a predator, after all. She didn't think cats were considered food, anyway.]
You are called 'cat.'
[She was pleased she had remembered.]
Where did you come from, I wonder?
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He continued to walk around her, brushing his head against her before stopping infront of her. The black cat was still purring loudly as he let her touch him.]
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Well. You are very friendly. And so soft!
[Leaning forward, Aara moved to lightly nuzzle against the cat's head, all hesitance forgotten.]
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Can I keep you?
[She was almost afraid to ask, and she ducked her head, running her fingers once again through soft fur.]
Or... will you be my friend always?
[With a friend like this, Aara had a feeling she'd never be sad or lonely again.]
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Her question earned a small meow and a head nudge, intentionally running his jaw across her finger.
Oh, if only she could understand him!]
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Does that mean yes?
[She was breathless with wonder. Did cats make such wonderful friends so quickly? Was this normal behavior, or was Aara simply lucky? The pads of her fingers lightly ran along the cat's face and under its jaw. Aara's free hand came around to gently scratch between neck and ear.]
You are beautiful.
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He gave another meow, not protesting at all.]
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You can come up, if you like.
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You really are a charming cat.
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