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 Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 6:20 pm
Haymitch was half way through his normal mail route (which consisted of two houses, four homeless people, and sneaking into an office building to drop off a flyer for a magazine subscription that fell out of a magazine) when the kitten felt something... different. It wasn't the same as the corrupts and the other cats with them. A bit too bright, maybe. Or a little too... light. He'd felt a bunch of these things but never investigated it. This one though, was close.
Whatever it was.
So Haymitch rounded a corner with a very dirty and torn letter (that was never going to its actual destination) and spotted a cat.
With a hat.
Or rather, in a hat.
He approached slowly, sniffing, and very protectively biting into his letter. So any greeting he would have tried - which, incidentally, he did - came out mangled and more like a normal meow than anything else.
"Heoroff!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 6:54 pm
Brioche was met with a pleasant surprise today when it came to his normal litter of kittens he cared for. They all insisted that they were okay, that they were planning on playing safely in one of the warm but abandoned buildings nearby their normal place of sleeping. Which was just fine, as Brioche had scoped out the place previously and the only people who went around there was an older, homeless woman and a young man who came and cared for her at times. It rather warmed his heart to see that the young ones he cared for so gently would grow to be just as gentle, giving their free time to keep the old woman company.
With his hands free of caring for the kittens today (or atleast until nightfall), the old cat decided it was time to go and explore a little further away from where he had originally had his eyes opened. Since the kittens were happily his responsibility, he couldn't normally bring himself to stray too far from them. And even now he kept close to the building they occupied, slowly following it's side before spotting another little kitten before him.
Rather than approach, he sat down patiently, his tail curling a bit and he offered a kind, slow expression to the little one. What a peculiar little kitten, could such a small thing be much like himself?
"Good Afternoon, atleast I believe that was a greeting. You might want to put your letter down though, son."
a-disgruntled-dragon Sorry I took so long too! sweatdrop
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