Room 231, Morning

Jun 09, 2006 11:04

Sam hadn't slept well--no nightmares, but she'd been buried under many, many kittens and every time she shifted, all of them had to readjust their positions and fight and nip at her and each other, a few had to eat, get water, or use the litter box, and then there was more positioning.

Her mind had been busy anyway, planning out the details of the upcoming hunt, brainstorming to see if she could come up with any tech or an answer that would save everyone without fighting, and trying not to think of everything that could possibly go wrong.

Now, though, she had a more immediate problem--she could only find one of her boots. The other was buried in the closet, maybe? She was on her hands and knees searching for it when something wet and slimy pressed against her calf.

She glanced back, to see three female kittens nudging something green, slimy, dead, and vaguely frog-shaped at her. Oh, yuck. She grimaced and went to get some kind of paper towel to dispose of the frog.

"Well, aren't you the powerful huntresses. Proud of yourselves?" She asked, as she cleaned up the mess.

Mew.

Sam could have sworn they nodded.

[ooc: She is completely botherable.]

frogs, evil cheesecake, kitties, 231

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