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********* obviously wasn't seeing the brilliance of this idea. Ridley threw in the few bits of clothing her little fingers were holding and placed her fists on her hips. "Of course you would!" She exclaimed, trying to sound like she knew what she was talking about. Of course, she had no other reasons to give the cat aside from the incredibly entertaining aspect it presented.

There would be senshi and possible teammates at this camp. But did these cross Ridley's mind? No, not really. "Why does it have to be practical for you to come? Why not fun, you have fun right, *********?" The little girl was now pretty much pleading with the cat. Yup, begging a cat. What a way to go.

Ridley eyes narrowed in thought as her lips pushed together. Her hands had begun to move back to throwing more clothing into her bag until the thought that hadn't crossed her mind finally made its way through. It was like a light went off in her head.

"But, what if there are teammates at camp?" She had to offer. Would this make ********* want to come? It could be a possibility. "I think its a lot of kids my age but there are older people doing all the activities and looking out for us and stuff. You found me at the mall, why not find someone in the woods?"

Well, here's to hoping one of their senshi team mates isn't a serial killer who lives in the woods.

This totally wasn't working well in her favor, even Ridley could figure that out. She frowned as another shirt was put into her suitcase, followed by a clump of shorts. "I haven't really done much as a sen-shi though, so how is that a vacation?" It was true, aside from her initial transformation and the incident at school... she hadn't really powered up.

And she hoped the idea of more girls at camp would be a good piece of bait. Another change of tactics maybe? But what could prompt ********* to go along after all? Think, Ridley... think!

But.... nothing really came to mind, "Fine!" She sighed, defeated. "You'll just miss the really awesome woods and campfire songs and smores that we get to make and the camp food that Conner said is super awesome and amazing 'cause its like made differently or something. And the canoes and the arts and crafts, though I'm not sure how much of those I'm going to do because its boring but.. could be kind of nice..." Ridley's voice trailed off as she thought of other activities she was aware of.

She moved from her suitcase, pretty much now packed, and moved to her backpack. She shuffled through it, taking out a few school related items she didn't need and began replacing them with those she would take to camp. "Oh hey, I have some cookies in here..."

Pris gave a low warning type whine when ********* started to invade upon her space. Ridley really gave her no mind, knowing full well where the sound was coming from and why. The cat made the same sound when Dodger first started invading such personal bubbles. The next noise was surprising though, Pris didn't huff often aside from maybe at birds...

Ridley turned back to the bag, surprised when it shifted and crinkled a little but as the small manx moved within it. If she was clever enough, she would have zipped it right then and there, to keep her in the bag until they were off camping. The little girl just stared there surprised before moving forward to peer into the bag. "Does this mean you're coming?" She asked, daring to sound delighted.

Her initial question didn't get answered, did that mean it qualified for a yes? Ridley made up her mind that yes, ********* lack of response totally meant she was coming now.

"It's...." She blinked and peered more into the bag, trying to fit a hand in to try to find where that bag of cookies had gone. They were so right there! "*********, are you sitting on them?" There wasn't much more room in the bag now that the cat was there.

Pris, it should be noticed, was not pleased. Not one bit. Her eyes narrowed into slits and her paw reached out again, her fingers flexing. Attention was diverted to another cat, this was not right.

Someone indeed. There was a knock against the doorway to Ridley's room, making the orange haired girl's head shoot up instantly with wide eyes. Monica was taken a little aback by her daughter's caught in the headlight's look.

"You okay, sweetie?" She asked cautiously as she made her way into the room to survey the girl's progress. Obviously Monica wasn't as she began to fold the clothes stuffed into the bag. Ridley didn't say a peep and if she had any sense she would have left the bag with ********* in it well alone. Instead her hands clasped on the zippered ends, closing and blocking any escape route for the manx. To make matters worse, her arms were pushing the bag down against the bed as if trying to make it flat and inconspicuous.

Pris made a sound.

Monica eyed her daughter for a moment as she folded a few more shirts and replaced them in the bag. "Well, be ready to leave in about fifteen, okay? I put a few snacks on the counter that you can take along with you, okay?" Now a pair of shorts were folded and again, Pris made a desperate sound.

Human, the child has another cat! The Maine Coon was trying to say.

"Aaaw, I think Pris is going to miss you," Monica cooed, reaching across the pack to brush her fingers over the cat's soft head. "Animals can sense these things and I don't think she wants you to go."

The cat would have ideally protested such remarks, but the petting was so nice... but the cat. But the petting. Her Ridley was going away with another cat and it wasn't fair.... but the petting. Pris dissolved into a pile of purring.

"I'm not going to be gone that long." Ridley found her voice again, still not letting go of her death grip on the bag. ********* could not be found! ".... but can I add a few more snacks?"

"Exactly how long do you think the drive is to the camp?" Monica asked, pulling her hand away from Pris, who was back to being an unhappy camper.

"....." Ridley was never good with lying. God, she was drawing a blank! "I wanted to..." Think child, think! "share some with friends?" That.. could work.

Monica stared at her daughter for a moment, "Alright but not too many." She smiled, running a hand through her daughter's orange hair. "And hurry up, okay?"

"'kay!" Ridley smiled, still gripping the bag.