Q: Can things get worse at any given time, even when you think they cannot possibly get any worse because things are already as bad as they can be?
A: If you're on Deus, the answer is always yes.
A small silver feline with the lightest of gray stripes (and extra toes on her front feet to boot) flew into the hallway looking entirely bewildered. Her tail was fluffed out to maxiumum poof, her ears pinned back, and her back arched. The line of hair down her back was also ridged - all in all she was a very, very unhappy kitten.
She was also Sasha, and things had just gotten worse.
But there was a piece of paper on the ground, and it was going to die.
o hell yeah I'm using my own cat
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rejam
everyone else ok
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 7:54 am
Noah's decision to abruptly scale his arm startled him, but he let him free up a hand because the decision to look down had presented him with the spotted fluffy curve of kitten tummy. Irresistible.
He hesitated, absently reaching up out of habit to scratch Noah's forehead, and solemnly informed the marmalade: "I swear to god if you are someone I know and you make fun of me for this later there will be hell to pay because that isn't actually fair."
Cradling her in the crook of his elbow like a baby, Taym resumed his journey while bestowing belly rubs.
The next interruption: one purple-eyed Siamese, gazing at him with the sort of reproach that only a cat can fully convey, and mewing in a tone of infinite offense and accusation.
"This isn't my fault," he protested, not so much because he thought she could understand him as because he was Taym, and Taym had never really shied away from addressing animals as if they would answer. He was a man with a history of many one-sided conversations with prowling strays, much to the concern of strangers who gave him a wide berth. "I swear to you. This is like the ******** coffee. Or the pool. All I--"
He looked up, and further down the hall there was a pile of clothes and what looked like a sheet but on closer inspection, when he stepped around the complainer to go examine, turned out to be a tablecloth.
A tablecloth, and boxers covered with comic book logos, and a tiny white kitten with colorless eyes engaged in furious combat with the fabric kraken. Taym hesitated.
He looked up the hallway, then down. There were various tumbling kittens skittering around, but no one human. Good. That meant that if he was wrong about what he was about to do, no one had to be the wiser.
Matt had everything ready for Valentine's Day. A couple of good books and magazines (wink wink), some sort of stuffing for his ears to drown out the lovey dovey crap in the halls and plenty something to drink to take the miserable fact that he was alone out of his head.
Perfect.
Except that from where he was standing, or sitting the magazines were bigger than his head and the terrible feeling that he no longer had thumbs to turn the pages.
What the hell?....
He laid down and gave a pitiful mew before letting himself belly to the floor crawl out of the room and into the hallway.
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:00 am
Bix had battled his way free of his t-shirt but his boxers had gotten caught in the paws of his back foot. He tumbled over, battling free and rolling around, before discovering that the tablecloth he'd been carrying looked pretty irresistable. He peered under it, trying to burrow, and then in the back of his mind he remembered Mina.
KitBix slunk backwards out of the cloth and began to rustle into the pocket of his pants until he dragged free the small leather pouch.
He then began biting the leather cord until the pouch spilled red marbles out onto the floor. TIME TO BAT THINGS AROUND!!
"... Bix?"
The kitten looked up. < Taym? > His head tilted, but all that came out was an "..oooowwww?"
Noah draped himself over Taym's rather bony shoulder, carefully using only enough claw to keep himself anchored while not actually sinking claws through the fabric. It was pretty neat how much control he had over his claws, actually. He had a moment of regret as he observed America getting belly scritches, because that seemed appealing, but on further thought he decided that later when he turned back into a human, if they turned back, of course they'd turn back don't think about it like that, he would be deeply embarrassed about having gotten his tummy rubbed, if he had. So that was okay after all.
His ears flicked up and swiveled as he heard someone yelling his name in a yowly sort of voice. he yelled back, twisting around to see who it might be. Huh. He could turn to look all the way back behind him without actually having to change his grip on his shoulder perch.
After you lived on the island so long, you got used to turning into things. To waking up and finding that maybe today, you were five. Maybe today, you were a woman, or maybe on this particular day, you were a fluffy adolescent cat.
The discovery that he was a kitten was met with a mild annoyed meow followed by waking his wife, doing a bit of grooming, (which somehow he knew how to do even in cat form), and then having to navigate the barrier that was his own front door.
Overall, it took a while, but at the very least, he managed it.
Arriving at the building to a herd of cats and one human- Two kittens that looked very much like people he knew.
<Just another day at Deus then. It is a safe bet that it was Mark or was it someone else this time.?> His tail flicked back and forth, and from the corner of his eye, he glared at it's fluffiness.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:34 am
Solia had been a guy once. She'd sort of enjoyed that episode of her life but waking to find she was a kitten?
<OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH> Solia slid and skittered all over the floors as she raced around other kittens, just meowing frantically and saying 'oh my gosh' in 'kitten'. Turning a corner she hardly expected a herd of fellow kittens to be near her or in her way, so she came in much like a tiny fluffy wrecking ball.
<I AM CUTE!> This was all about she could manage as she addressed those in the kitten parade.
Something pink, fluffy and purring launched itself at Taym, its teeny tiny kitten claws digging into his pant leg.
"Mreow?"
xRejam
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:24 am
Otto was not amused.
Okay, maybe a little bit amused.
The kitten was chasing a bit of tissue paper he'd found down the hall way, through rooms, under legs. He didn't know where he was ending up, all that mattered was this tissue paper needed to die.
<Sleek and elusive, here we see the ravenous Sasha-kitten mutilating a hapless piece of paper. It never had a chance. What's that? Off in the distance, another kitten. Watch how the Sasha-kitten lurks ever-closer, belly to the ground. Notice how her pupils widen as she prepares to attack.>
Okay, this was bad, but it wasn't awful. In fact, it was much better than being stuck in Viviane's body, and --
<And she's off, the master of death and destruction!!>
"Mrrooowooool!!"
Hurling herself at the rather grumpy-looking orange kitty, Sasha-kitten did her very best to tackle him to the ground. Her claws remained sheathed, but she did sink her teeth harmlessly into the fur at the orange kitty's neck.
Bittiface
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:33 am
A small orange kitten with a series of brown markings mulling his stripes like soft, fluffy scars wobbled toward the sounds of others... He still had little idea what was going on except that he had shrunk, and suddenly had a tail. The world was a blur without his glasses, and the poor little thing darted face-first into a wall before managing to tumble into the room.
He mewed pathetically, panic written all over his kitten voice.
He continued to barrel forward, concentrating on his footsteps when a familiar scent- he couldn't quite place it, as he didn't really pay attention to scents under normal circumstances, drew him forward and he tumbled into something grey.
The world tumbled suddenly, a force tackling him off his paws. A sharp mewl escaped the orange kitten in shock and dismay. He'd lost track of his prey! Otto-kitten levelled his angry cyan gaze to the silver cat trying to pin him down. Another sharp mewl came as he batted at the feline's face, his ears pinned back.
Just then, a third kitten was added to the mix.
They were a tumbling ball of fur. Otto hissed, wiggling his way out of the tangle. And then pounced on them both, paws aimed to press against their fuzzy faces.
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Bilious
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:41 am
bittiface
bilious
Sasha didn't appreciate being bumped into, and she certainly didn't appreciate how it seemed to throw a wrench into her plans.
Spitting furiously, Sasha tippy-toed away, back arched, before narrowing her eyes at the kitten that had bumbled into her.
The emaciated kitten that had been watching the proceedings finally seemed to decide on something other than staring like a broken toy.
It took one step, then another, and then in a shift that was overwhelming, began to act suspiciously like an actual kitten, wandering with the confused wide-eyed wonder the creatures were so damn good at.
When it spoke it was with the kitten-ese equivalent of a hokey American accent.
