The place was quiet.
Normally, Akana would enjoy every little minute in it, but today... it was too much.
Gaze hardening, she sought out some form of entertainment, anyone or anything that would give her some spark that living was worthwhile. She could hear her mommy a few rooms away, strumming on his guitar in an upbeat tune, and her hair stood on end. Whatever made her father like this male she shared her blood with, it surely had something to do with his peaceful nature... Akana despised it.
But, of course, he was her mother, and she loved him regardless.
The thought of motherhood lingered when her gaze came across a small, purple bowl. New to her household, she could tell, since no one had come in since that wretched mutt.
She walked along the rafters, eyeing the bowl with curiosity.
What was it like, to be a mother? She flicked her gaze to the femme stretched out next to the bowl, her sleeping breath coming in such a calm wave that Akana herself sighed.
Then, an idea.
Soundless, she leapt from her perch and approached the bowl, gaze hardening as she eased it out of the female's tail and waled towards the window.
"Listen up, rodent." She attempted a warm tone, but so used to her usual snarls it came out much harsher.
A quiet chime, and she knew the thing was listening.
"You're going to stay with me a little while, get any ideas and the pink hairball over there won't ever see you again, got it?"
A shiver from the bowl, and her smile became twisted as she leaped from the window to the wet grass, a scream shattering in the room behind her.
"Good... call me Mother."
