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"All right, now it is your turn," the cat instructed her, casually flexing its claws. "Ask me a riddle, and give me a second to think. If I guess right however, I win. If I don't guess right, then you win, and I will give you my treasure."

Mimsy smiled.

"The 'if' is an unnecessary modifier, cat. I will win," she warned.

A hearty chuckle floated down from the cat, rolling into a contented purr that coated its words.

"Come now, ask me anything. A riddle is as good as a story."

"It is," she agreed. "An astute observation. I will give you a very good story, in honor of your capable mind."

The cat appeared to be pleased as punch as it kneaded its partially-visible paws against the branch beneath it. She folded her hands in front of her, tilted her chin up to look directly at the Cheshire grin, and dropped all signs of her smug, impish teasing to take on an air of utter seriousness.

"What does love feel like, cat?"

Then she should very, very still, reverent with silence as she awaited its answer.

It thought for a while. Its pupils, once dilated and bemused, were now thin slits of irritation. What a terrible riddle. It closed its eyes and faded in, and out, and back in again, stretched, and sprawled its body across the tree branch.

"I'm a cat," it said, as if it were all that was necessary to say. The words themselves seemed languidly feline, slinking out of its mouth. "I suppose I don't know. Oh, all right: what?"

Silence. The cat blinked slowly, its eyes crescent moons of impatient curiosity. One corner of Mimsy's mouth twitched.

The laughter was loud and abrupt and horrendously obnoxious, its painfully dissonant sound echoing through the nearby trees. She laughed for a long while, until there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

The cat waited. The laughter still didn't stop.

"It feels--" she managed, words choked with giggles. The cat began to purr again as it watched her, awaiting its answer. Surely it was a good one, for this to be her reaction. This was an odd reaction for a victory, even here.

With a deep breath and a wide smile, she appeared as if she had finally managed to calm herself long enough to spit out a sentence. As soon as she opened her mouth again, laughter spilled out instead.

When her hysterics began to settle into a lull again, she found that the cat was already gone.

[ entrance ]

Oh look. More talking trees. Delightful.

Or cats.

Even better.

killsteal crossed his arms at the creature and scowled. Riddles were not his forte in the least, but if this place had taught him anything, it was that going along for the ride usually resulted in something nice.

"What has three legs but only uses one?"

You when I get fed up with this, the gryphon thought with an inner leer. But he knew the old riddle: it was one of the first ones he had encountered as a foal when first introduced to the other clans.

"Death," he answered, and the cat began to purr.

[ try 2 ]

"Another! I do enjoy this game." Before he could protest, the creature's tail flicked thoughtfully before asking, "What has three legs but--"

"Death," the gryphon growled, rubbing his head as if to ward off a headache. Was something wrong with this thing? Did it honestly forget what it had just said?

"...I'm back." She said, having memorized the path to and from there on her way back. The Cheshire just smiled and swiveled in the air, flipping and landing on its back. She eyed it... "...Let's do this." She said confidently-- Please, please, please don't know one of my questions, pleaaasseee.... She begged in her mind, still feeling the sting of loss from the day before. It asked its question, and OCTOPU55Y rolled her eyes. "Poison, but you already asked me that. Now for one of mine..." She said smoothly, closing her eyes and reaching into her brain for a riddle... "I'm where yesterday follows today... and tomorrow's in the middle... What am I?"

"Ok I can do that, give me a second to come up with a good one," HotRocks said. Taking a few minutes as she wanted this one to be a good riddle as she did want the cats treasure, but she knew this cat was good at riddles.

"If I drink I die. If I eat, I am fine. What am I?"

Giving the cat time to think and waiting for the answer.

"That is easy, fire is the answer," the cat replied and to which HotRocks nodded that the cat was correct in its answer.

Above the broken v of the tree where it appeared to melt away, she saw a smug cat which seemed to fade in and out. Familiar. She even thought she knew someone like that, didn't she? Well, no matter; the cat was fading even as it spoke to her, which honestly didn't bother her much. So long as it wasn't actively trying to kill her, it would do. "I may? But may I call you other things, as well?" she wondered. "I like fun as much as the next ghoul, I'll bite," she said.

She seemed to be saying I'll bite rather often, lately.

"What can I hide but always find?" it asked her.

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[ try 3 ]

killsteal just about had it. Seriously. ******** this thing. ******** these stupid riddles. When it came his turn, he simply blurted out, "What's one piece cut up into a billion other pieces and red and blue all over?"

The cat took his so-called riddle seriously, turning over and purring softly before simply shrugging. "You are quite the clever one, and for that, you deserve a small prize. Just this time, of course, just once."

Before the gryphon had the mind to stab the thing for (probably) insulting him, the cat disappeared. It had the decency to leave him treasure as compensation for the waste of time.

It was her turn once more to tell a riddle, but unlike the cat she didn't know too many riddles and she wondered if she knew one this cat didn't know.

"What comes down but never goes up?"

The cat took just the same amount of time to think that she did but it just looked so smug that she knew it knew the answer right away and was playing with her.

"The answer is Rain,"

"Correct," she answered not too happy about it.