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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:05 pm
Celsus no longer had to wonder how ********* and Zirconia felt as cats.
What he did wonder, however, was how on earth did one catch a mouse so easily.
His reflexes were sharper, his senses alert and ready, nose tingling with the dozens of scents coming towards him, and yet...
...yet he still could not figure out how to catch a mouse. Though why he was trying to catch a mouse, Celsus was not entirely certain. In fact, he was not entirely certain of anything at the current moment, considering that was, in every sense of the word, a cat.
Literally.
It was, by far, the strangest sensation he had ever felt before. One moment he had been out patrolling, the next he was sitting beneath a tree mewling because he had literally no sense of what he was doing.
On the ground.
With paws.
And a tail (a really small stub of one, but still a tail).
It was actually rather a curious matter, though Celsus was not entirely certain why, how, or what had happened to make this the way it was. And now he was simply prowling the streets of Destiny City, giving out soft mews every so often.
No, seriously what is this.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:40 pm
After that interesting encounter with that large brown cat, ********* had made it her duty to patrol. There was something wrong in the city if people were being turned into cats. Rather than run back to Chloe right away, the manx decided it would be best to gather evidence of various people-gone-kitty cases. There was also a part of her that was worried about each and every one of her girls to make sure nothing was wrong.
However, she eventually heard what sounded like a distressed cat whimpering out a bit. It could mean a sign of trouble. Considering the current situation in the city, ********* quite quickly scampered to aid the potentially distressed feline.
She found a splotchy looking feline with a gold star on its forehead under a tree. Rather than try to intimidate the other feline, ********* called out in greeting in a pleasant tone "Greetings, greetings... I'd imagine you are able to talk as well... so please use your words and tell me what happened comrade!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:09 am
Celsus had curled himself beneath a tree with a sigh, his head on his paws. He'd tried climbing it, but he was not used to the claws and had wound up flopping right back down to the ground after hardly a minute.
It was a tad embarrassing - especially for someone like Celsus, who spent a good portion of his time up in trees just because he enjoyed climbing them.
So, for the better part of an hour now, he was lying on his stomach, looking quite put out.
There was the pitter patter of padded feet coming closer; Celsus lifted his head, one ear perking upwards, waiting cautiously to see who it would be. He tried sniffing the air, but though his senses were sharpened, he had no clue as to how to distinguish between the explosion of scents and sights that had burst into his mind.
The feline that came around the corner was small, and pale lavender, with no tail and a very familiar expression on her face.
"*********!" cried Celsus, pushing himself to his feet. He wobbled unsteadily for a moment, then gamboled towards the guardian cat. "*********, it's me, it's Celsus. I, er...yeah."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:39 am
The manx's ears twitched slightly as the tomcat said her name in a very familiar voice. Obviously he knew her. He easily approached her, standing a bit taller than herself in this new form. This was the problem with being a small cat. Not that she'd ever complain.
"Well goodness Celsus! Did you know you make a handsome cat?" The manx chuckled at her short tailed companion, signaling that it was not flirting, but more just an effort to lighten the mood. Offering him a smile, she sat her haunches down, silently suggesting with a nod that Celsus do the same to calm himself down.
In a calm tone, she ventured to make a prediction as to what had occurred. "I am going to guess this... you were minding your own business when all of a sudden, you were a bit shorter, a bit furrier, and very confused?" There was a well calculated pause before she added. "Does that sound about right?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:24 am
********* was small when he was Celsus (and when he was Fritz, for that matter), but being shrunk down to the size of a small animal made her a lot bigger. As a cat, however, he still stood taller than her, which amused him slightly.
"Thank you," he said, and gave her a feline smile, sitting back on his haunches, tiny tail flipping. "It's, er...a little interesting, being like this, I might add. Now I now how short people feel."
There was a small pause.
"No offense," Celsus added hastily.
He let her speak, and then nodded, a small meow escaping his throat without actually realizing that it was there. "Yes," he replied, one ear flicking towards the manx in front of him. "I was out on patrol, as a matter of fact, and, well..."
Celsus trailed off, wondering if it was possible for a cat to shrug. "And here I am. Have any idea of how this happened, by chance?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 11:35 am
It'd take a lot more than a short-cat comment to offend the manx, and ********* was pretty certain Celsus already knew this. Politely, she did offer a "None taken" when the knight in a cat's skin seemed to apologize.
He had agreed to the story that the manx had given him and added a bit of his own personal spin on it. When prompted, the small round animal rather honestly replied with what she knew. "I have theories on what happened, but I need to check in with the other guardians."
There was just something about how Celsus was holding himself up which seemed riddled in nerves. He seemed absolutely stressed in her humble opinion, far different from the Fredbob of the Fritz she knew. If it was possible for her to give him a hug, she would have. However, being stuck in this feline form didn't allow for such a gesture.
So she did the closest thing she could to giving the boy a hug. Up on all four paws, she meandered immediately next to him and rubbed her body against his fur. "I won't have answers for a while still... but there is no use in panicking over all of this, yes? You are alive, Celsus. Be grateful of that."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:22 pm
"All I know is that this..."
Celsus flipped his tiny fringe of a tail, one paw lifting to rub at his nose. Whiskers felt weird on his face, like strings sticking out of his nose, but he had heard rumors of cats without whiskers and how they couldn't balance - and that would have been a sight.
Especially since he had a feeling he was already wobbling around uncertainly and feeling...not quite so great about everything.
Apparently ********* picked up on his stress, however, since she walked nearer to him and shuffled against him reassuringly. Celsus poked his head against hers and gave another catlike smile.
"I'm alive, yes," he sighed. "Alive - and a cat."
He flopped onto his side on the ground melodramatically.
"Well, now I can know what it feels like to be you, right?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:01 pm
The splotchy cat made the mistake of getting down closer to a level that the manx could reach. Pretty much immediately, she had crawled up behind him and began to groom the tomcat in a continued effort to calm him down.
Where as he seemed stuck on the fact he was a cat, ********* seemed to continue to emphasize the fact he was alive. "You know, you could have been the unlucky b*****d that changed into a cat while in the middle of the street and then accidentally got hit by a car. So again... I'll say it. 'And alive.'"
From her current location, she was licking her scratchy tongue against the top of Celsus' head, as if she was pretending to be the momma cat while the false cat was her kitten. However, when he commented about knowing what it was like to be *********, the small cat had to pause from her efforts and laugh. "Oh goodness... you have no idea what it is like to be me! You may have an idea as to what it is like to be my species... but not so much me as an individual, dear Celsus. I think you'd be tired if you ever lived one day as me with my responsibilities." With one more pleasant laugh, she resumed her work with cleaning the false cat up.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:48 pm
Celsus stiffened a little at the first touch of ********* grooming, slightly taken aback - but after a moment, however, he relaxed, flopping with his head on his paws. It was a natural response for cats, of course; and it was just *********, after all. If he had a real tail, he would have flicked it, but since it was really just a tuft of fluff, it just sort of flopped uselessly.
"Okay, see, now I'm never going out in the street like this," said Celsus dryly. He crossed one of his front paws over the other, listening to ********* - who was, for the moment, his cat mentor of sorts - talk before he gave a snort of amusement.
"Okay, maybe not," he agreed, one ear flicking towards the cat. "I have an idea what it's like to be a cat, though being like this for several hours now, I'm quite sure it's not quite the same as what you go through."
Rolling over, Celsus batted a paw at the other cat's head playfully, wriggling around on the ground.
"I'm not so sure how I'm going to explain this to Tolliver when he asks where I've been, since clearly I can't return home quite yet..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:03 pm
"Goodness, Celsus... there are ways around the street crossing thing... just because you are stuck in a cat's body doesn't mean you have to act like an animal. Crosswalks are very handy tools, my dear sir!" The small cat continued to groom the knight in feline's clothing until he suddenly rolled over and mussed up her fur on the top of her head.
She wasn't usually a stickler for looking her best, but every so often she did have to succumb to the feeling of hair feeling out of place. Pulling herself back, she sat herself down and began to lick her paw a bit before running it across the top of her head. Conversationally, she asked "So... I do not know of the Tolliver or the Tolliver's relation to you... but there are ways around it for now."
Brush, brush, brush.
"I don't know how long this is going to last in all honesty... but if I find any answers, I'll be certain to let you know!"
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