A Cat's Tale
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 6:50 pm
Mew mew? MEW MEW?! Mew meow meow mew? (Stay here? STAY HERE?! Who does he think I am?)
With Lighteria already departing for Gated Folding Stare, his kitten remains on the couch with a puffed chest and an indignant expression... for a cat. This is probably the first time since gaining consciousness that she's been treated like a pet... and from LIGHTERIA no less! At all other times, the twin blade is perfectly content sit and rub Kit's stomach, asking only for her purrs and her happiness. Though he's often asked Kit to heal or support the team in battle, it was never so much of a command as it was a helpful suggestion that Kit rarely felt compelled to follow anyway. This time though? None of that. Lighteria's face was grim and his tone of voice was unmistakable. He didn't want her to follow him. He wanted her to stay here. He didn't want to see anyone else killed...
This will not stand. On top of the fact that the belly rubbing quotient had gone WAY down since he'd returned from the last field, Lighteria had seem even more detached than usual. Almost like he'd given up... Given up on getting out? Given up on Kit? Given up on his friends? Given up on himself? None of the possibilities are particularly good, there's sure to be a lot less milk in the future in any one of the situations.
This will not stand.
Something must be done to bring back the old Lighteria.
Mew mew mew meow meow mew meow!! (And I am just the right kitten for the job!!)
The kitten nods firmly, hops onto the couch and immediately curls into a ball, falling straight to sleep.
...Hey, nap time is nap time.
"I brought her milk and cream! She'll wanna be MY kitty!" A blond haired, female long arm challenges.
"Oh yeah? Well I got her three balls of yarn to play with! She'll like me the best!" A short blue haired, male blade master retorts.
"Bah! I got her a catnip mouse." A pink haired, female wavemaster states firmly. "No cat can resist that."
"You're all wrong." A red haired, male heavy axe says lightly. "It's all about how good a tummy rub you can give her." Saying this, the player immediately steps forward and rubs Kit's belly. Lying on her side with a huge content smile on her face, Kit lets out a content purr, not moving a single relaxed muscle.
"No way!" Almost immediately, the long arm steps up to the challenge, her hand gliding down Kit's back in an expert back rub. "She'd prefer a back rub!"
"I think scratching behind her ear suits her better." The blademaster suddenly says, using two fingers to gently scratch behind Kit's ears.
"Here you go Kit..." The wavemaster says suddenly, holding out a salmon flavored kitty treat. "There'll be a lot more of these if you come with me…” Kit lets her head fall back, lazily opening her mouth as the wavemaster lightly plops the treat onto her tongue. With a purrs she shuts her mouth, the treat practically dissolving between her upper jaw and tongue into a mixture of salmon, mackerel and tuna. Like any good connoisseur, she takes her sweet time with the treat, chewing the delightful mix slowly and taking in every flavor before letting it slide down her throat, the treat hitting her stomach as she lets out a satisfied purr. All at once, the three players who were petting her let out a collective “Aww!” as she stretches out with a happy, content look on her face. The pampering in Mac Anu seems especially plentiful today and while the last thing Kit wants to do is discourage this type of behavior, it’s quickly becoming clear that clarification is needed.
“People, people…” She coos out between purrs because the really good backrub she’s getting is making it hard to talk. “You don’t seem to understand our relationship here. Kit cannot be ‘owned’ by any one player because no single player has the ability properly appreciate just how cute and pamper worthy I truly am. You see? This is why I must seek it out from others, because unless I do I can’t possibly get the pampering that I truly deserve, you understand? No one person can ever truly own me, so please… focus less on you wishes to own me and more on the petting. I’ll stay a while with whoever is best…”
There’s a sort of cumulative nod amongst the players as the wavemaster offers her yet another treat. The blademaster in the first to speak up. “Oh, we understand Kit.” He says as his fingers expertly scratch behind her ear. “We couldn’t expect to keep a cat like you all to ourselves. But you’re just so cute! Please let us pet you a while longer!” The others nod in agreement as their hands caress her stomach and back, the wavemanster’s salmon treat gliding back onto her tongue. She stretches out and purrs happily, turning on her back so the long arm has to pet her stomach as well.
“Oh you’re all just so terrible!” Kit exclaims, stretching out, her entire body, purring like a motorboat. “Making me chose between the four of you! You’re all so good at this!”
“Hey, we’re not really busy!” The wave master exclaims, gently guiding her thumb along the side of Kit’s neck. “We can just stay here and pet you for as long as you want.” Again there’s a general nod amongst the group of players as each one gently pets a different part of her head and belly. Kit stretches her paws in sheer elation from the pampering.
“Ohhh, this is the best… make sure you four come back every day, ok?”
“Of course Kit.” They say collectively, petting her over and over as she’s fed yet another treat. She purrs and purrs, her front and back paws swiping happily at the air. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eye to catch sight of the quartet of admirers only to find herself staring at the ceiling. She blinks a few times and rolls over to get off her back, finding herself still on the couch in the hideout. With great dignity she licks her paw and swipes it past her ear, looking around the commons just incase someone noticed her dream purring. Luckily, it seems to be empty with everyone gone to the field or off doing something else.
Mew meow… (Doing something else…)
The proverbial light bulb suddenly goes off in her head suddenly remembering what she had been doing before nap time. She quickly hops off the couch and heads to the chaos gate, inputting the keywords Muted Illusionary Code, skipping the trip to the root town she would normally take. The dream had been nice, but it was just a dream and wouldn’t happen. …Still. Sure would be nice if it was real.
With Lighteria already departing for Gated Folding Stare, his kitten remains on the couch with a puffed chest and an indignant expression... for a cat. This is probably the first time since gaining consciousness that she's been treated like a pet... and from LIGHTERIA no less! At all other times, the twin blade is perfectly content sit and rub Kit's stomach, asking only for her purrs and her happiness. Though he's often asked Kit to heal or support the team in battle, it was never so much of a command as it was a helpful suggestion that Kit rarely felt compelled to follow anyway. This time though? None of that. Lighteria's face was grim and his tone of voice was unmistakable. He didn't want her to follow him. He wanted her to stay here. He didn't want to see anyone else killed...
This will not stand. On top of the fact that the belly rubbing quotient had gone WAY down since he'd returned from the last field, Lighteria had seem even more detached than usual. Almost like he'd given up... Given up on getting out? Given up on Kit? Given up on his friends? Given up on himself? None of the possibilities are particularly good, there's sure to be a lot less milk in the future in any one of the situations.
This will not stand.
Something must be done to bring back the old Lighteria.
Mew mew mew meow meow mew meow!! (And I am just the right kitten for the job!!)
The kitten nods firmly, hops onto the couch and immediately curls into a ball, falling straight to sleep.
...Hey, nap time is nap time.
"I brought her milk and cream! She'll wanna be MY kitty!" A blond haired, female long arm challenges.
"Oh yeah? Well I got her three balls of yarn to play with! She'll like me the best!" A short blue haired, male blade master retorts.
"Bah! I got her a catnip mouse." A pink haired, female wavemaster states firmly. "No cat can resist that."
"You're all wrong." A red haired, male heavy axe says lightly. "It's all about how good a tummy rub you can give her." Saying this, the player immediately steps forward and rubs Kit's belly. Lying on her side with a huge content smile on her face, Kit lets out a content purr, not moving a single relaxed muscle.
"No way!" Almost immediately, the long arm steps up to the challenge, her hand gliding down Kit's back in an expert back rub. "She'd prefer a back rub!"
"I think scratching behind her ear suits her better." The blademaster suddenly says, using two fingers to gently scratch behind Kit's ears.
"Here you go Kit..." The wavemaster says suddenly, holding out a salmon flavored kitty treat. "There'll be a lot more of these if you come with me…” Kit lets her head fall back, lazily opening her mouth as the wavemaster lightly plops the treat onto her tongue. With a purrs she shuts her mouth, the treat practically dissolving between her upper jaw and tongue into a mixture of salmon, mackerel and tuna. Like any good connoisseur, she takes her sweet time with the treat, chewing the delightful mix slowly and taking in every flavor before letting it slide down her throat, the treat hitting her stomach as she lets out a satisfied purr. All at once, the three players who were petting her let out a collective “Aww!” as she stretches out with a happy, content look on her face. The pampering in Mac Anu seems especially plentiful today and while the last thing Kit wants to do is discourage this type of behavior, it’s quickly becoming clear that clarification is needed.
“People, people…” She coos out between purrs because the really good backrub she’s getting is making it hard to talk. “You don’t seem to understand our relationship here. Kit cannot be ‘owned’ by any one player because no single player has the ability properly appreciate just how cute and pamper worthy I truly am. You see? This is why I must seek it out from others, because unless I do I can’t possibly get the pampering that I truly deserve, you understand? No one person can ever truly own me, so please… focus less on you wishes to own me and more on the petting. I’ll stay a while with whoever is best…”
There’s a sort of cumulative nod amongst the players as the wavemaster offers her yet another treat. The blademaster in the first to speak up. “Oh, we understand Kit.” He says as his fingers expertly scratch behind her ear. “We couldn’t expect to keep a cat like you all to ourselves. But you’re just so cute! Please let us pet you a while longer!” The others nod in agreement as their hands caress her stomach and back, the wavemanster’s salmon treat gliding back onto her tongue. She stretches out and purrs happily, turning on her back so the long arm has to pet her stomach as well.
“Oh you’re all just so terrible!” Kit exclaims, stretching out, her entire body, purring like a motorboat. “Making me chose between the four of you! You’re all so good at this!”
“Hey, we’re not really busy!” The wave master exclaims, gently guiding her thumb along the side of Kit’s neck. “We can just stay here and pet you for as long as you want.” Again there’s a general nod amongst the group of players as each one gently pets a different part of her head and belly. Kit stretches her paws in sheer elation from the pampering.
“Ohhh, this is the best… make sure you four come back every day, ok?”
“Of course Kit.” They say collectively, petting her over and over as she’s fed yet another treat. She purrs and purrs, her front and back paws swiping happily at the air. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eye to catch sight of the quartet of admirers only to find herself staring at the ceiling. She blinks a few times and rolls over to get off her back, finding herself still on the couch in the hideout. With great dignity she licks her paw and swipes it past her ear, looking around the commons just incase someone noticed her dream purring. Luckily, it seems to be empty with everyone gone to the field or off doing something else.
Mew meow… (Doing something else…)
The proverbial light bulb suddenly goes off in her head suddenly remembering what she had been doing before nap time. She quickly hops off the couch and heads to the chaos gate, inputting the keywords Muted Illusionary Code, skipping the trip to the root town she would normally take. The dream had been nice, but it was just a dream and wouldn’t happen. …Still. Sure would be nice if it was real.