For a long moment, the creature just stares. Then, it blinks, slowly and deliberately. If Alternian felines are anything like those on Earth, then Nepeta will recognize this as a gesture of trust, perhaps even friendship--a predator will not deliberately break eye contact with anything it considers an immanent threat or a potential meal.
"Good evening," says the cat, in a voice like the voice in the back of your head. Except that Nepeta's inner monologue is probably not male, nor vaguely British-sounding.
"It was applied to her," says the cat with the utmost confidence, "by someone who felt the need to use a series of syllables to define her identity. It was not hers."
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Nepeta blinks back.
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It's a KITTY. And such a tiny one!
(The narration feels obligated to point out that Nepeta's referent for average cat size is her lusus, who was large enough for Nepeta to ride.)
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"Hi," she says back, delighted. "I'm Nepeta! What's your name?"
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Nepeta looks a little downcast. She misses Pounce.
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"I don't know," she admits finally. "I think that was always her name."
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