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[mogget_cat]

Perhaps no one is immune.

On the couch by the fire, site of innumerable catnaps, is curled a small not'cat, tossing, turning, and occasionally yowling as he

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[missginnytonic]

Ginny smiles walking over she sits down and starts to pet him.

[mogget_cat]

The not'cat, already flailing as one does when one is caught in a nightmare, might catch her petting hands with his claws.

[missginnytonic]

She reaches her hand back and yelps as she gets caught by the claw. She gently reaches to rub behind the ears.

"Yrael, Wake Up"

[mogget_cat]

He yowls, trying to get away but unable. It doesn't help that his feet have nothing but hands and sleeves, that might be in the area, to grip.

[nofightingbears]

Kyo wanders over, and pokes Yrael. "You okay?"

[mogget_cat]

Yrael lashes out, still flailing in his sleep, at being poked by what he thinks is another of the vines holding him. He yowls. Rarely, if ever, has he been this close to panic.

[nofightingbears]

Kyo blinks. And punches Yrael. It's the only thing he can think to do to wake him up.

[mogget_cat]

BOOM.

Yrael's catshape erupts with a yowl, up into light as bright as the sun, eight feet tall and blazing white, made of bright flames and chaotic Free Magic. From the torso up, he is mostly humanoid, but emaciatedly thin, with long, bony arms and elongated fingers. The torso sits upon a whirling column of white flame and Free Magic.

The couch is burning.

[shinigami_rem]

Rem noticed the small creature. She walked over to him and picked him up.

"He little guy, wake up," she said cradling the cat in her bony arms.

[mogget_cat]

There is a loud yowl from the not'cat, still flailing in his sleep, lashing out with his long, ivory claws at whatever is restraining him.

He's trapped and his own friends are about to lock him up for another hundred years.

[shinigami_rem]

Rem is not afraid of claws. She sat down cross legged on the floor and let the cat on her lap.

"Wake up," she urged nicely.

[mogget_cat]

He'll need something more than a voice to get him awake. He is already being talked to enough, in his nightmare. And those are voices he recognizes. He continues flailing, yowling ineffectual protests in Feline.

[eirenikos]

Eirene is now taking up the other half of the couch, and does not notice the pale feline right off. It's to be expected - she's got a lot on her mind. When she does glance down, and her gaze falls on said kitty, the goddess leans over.

Frowning.

And then reaches out to shake the poor thing awake.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael yowls at being shaken, only flailing more as the dream turns for the worse. He's locked in the spelled-shut box, and his friends - his own friends! - are kicking it about.

Cannot trust you! Never again! Less than human, not even a person! Untrustworthy, unreliable!

He flails, ivory claws extended as he tries his best to get out. His pristine white shape is brighter than a cat's should be, almost glowing in his panic.

[eirenikos]

While claws dig into her skin, Eirene is far more alarmed by the glowing and the inability of what looks like a cat to wake up. Therefore she's going to try and pin him gently on the couch.

Wake up!

[mogget_cat]

He yowls like a creature being tortured.

For, in his mind, he is.

It's a pitiful sound.