#3. ailuros.
[ voice ]
[The first sound to come over the communicator is not speech. It is a wet hacking noise that sounds like someone with a terminal respiratory illness is choking on their own half-melted lung. Or at least, that's how it sounds to people not familiar with cats. To people familiar with cats, it sounds like a cat coughing up a very large hairball.
The Cat's strained voice comes over the Network.]
I was well aware--my creation would not be easy--
[SPLUTTER SPLAT]
But it's done now! Go forth! Prove the power of the Cat over all living things! Especially birds. If I don't see some bird bones coming from you by the end of the night, I won't be satisfied.
You're welcome, City. You didn't ask to see my creative power, but I was generous enough to show it to you anyway.
[Ominous squelching noises ensue, and then--the communicator shuts off.]
[OOC: Backdated to this morning. The Cat has somehow, defying all physics, hacked up a hairball about the twice the size she is. It will be rolling around the City and the wilds looking disgusting, attempting to eat birds and small monsters, and making horrible noises at people while attempting to nom on their limbs. Feel free to run into it, but remember that it won't actually hurt people.]
[The first sound to come over the communicator is not speech. It is a wet hacking noise that sounds like someone with a terminal respiratory illness is choking on their own half-melted lung. Or at least, that's how it sounds to people not familiar with cats. To people familiar with cats, it sounds like a cat coughing up a very large hairball.
The Cat's strained voice comes over the Network.]
I was well aware--my creation would not be easy--
[SPLUTTER SPLAT]
But it's done now! Go forth! Prove the power of the Cat over all living things! Especially birds. If I don't see some bird bones coming from you by the end of the night, I won't be satisfied.
You're welcome, City. You didn't ask to see my creative power, but I was generous enough to show it to you anyway.
[Ominous squelching noises ensue, and then--the communicator shuts off.]
[OOC: Backdated to this morning. The Cat has somehow, defying all physics, hacked up a hairball about the twice the size she is. It will be rolling around the City and the wilds looking disgusting, attempting to eat birds and small monsters, and making horrible noises at people while attempting to nom on their limbs. Feel free to run into it, but remember that it won't actually hurt people.]