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Prompt 8 (Mouse in the House)
Around hour two of said storm, Lucy imagined this was much closer to those dread 'Nor'easter" winter storms than a typical blizzard, or maybe it just seemed that way bc her windows lower half was covered in a thick layer of snow, and if the snow were rain, she imagined it would be beating heavily on said window, and not just quietly, though aggressively, blanketing it. But it didn't matter to her, she was warm, comfortable, and slowly dozing off thanks to that and the muffled scratching noise coming from downstairs. "Wait....scratching noise?" She shot up at that, going hesitantly to the stairs as she followed the scratching noise. It wasn't like she was afraid, but she'd prefer that to be the noise of an animal than a burglar. She went down stairs, grabbing a broom that was sitting by the bottom of the steps as she hit the landing, holding it tightly as a makeshift weapon. She crept, till she got to the door the sound was coming from. Lucy knew it was a stupid move, but she called out anyway. "If that's a person, mainly a burglar, screw off and freeze! If your an animal, well, i'll just seem crazy saying all this." The scratching abruptly stopped, to be followed by a swish noise and a muffled "Wait! They can help!", then frantic scrabbling on... the windowsill by the sink in the kitchen? Now just confused, because she certainly heard a person, were they chasing an animal? She went to the kitchen, where even at a distance from the sink window she could see what appeared to be a mop of red hair. As she got closer, she heard that muffled voice from the door, at least she thought she did.
"If you just stop runnin and wait, she can help us both, you know? I'm not sure why exactly your scared but, oh would you stop squeaking and lookin all sad and scared!" Yes, that was definitely a voice, talking to a small shape, trapped in it's....paw? Wait, the cat was talking. "Well, seems my nights still interesting then." She muttered, opening the window. Thankfully, she had already heard of the talking cats, mauvians, though she had never met one, and was at least glad, if freezing now as she opened the window, to finally meet one of the talking cats. And boy, did she meet a big one. The cat was huge, red, and fluffy, and had a small grey shape trapped under a paw and looking at it mighty annoyed. "Not sure who is scared, but your welcome to come in, I guess, i'd rather you and your dinner, didn't freeze." The cat looked confused, then horrified as he jumped onto her floor (getting snow and wet paw all over the kitchen) And the mouse seemed to strangely follow suit. "He's not dinner!" The cat defended. "I just saw him freezing, and sad, then he turned on me with these big eyes and ran. I'd been chasing him for awhile before we stopped here." He told her as kept walking, Lucy, ignoring the water, followed him, scooping up the squeaking mouse. She looked down at it it, noting it's very wide, cute eyes. "I see why you wouldn't eat him I guess, but why the chase?" The cat sniffed around the living room, taking up a large swathe of space on the couch. "Oh, he just looked frozen solid, that and he was raiding my trash can, I raid that one dammit, but then he turned on me and he was just, just so cute and panicked i just chased him! But I wasn't gonna eat him! That's just odd." His nose scrunched up, and Lucy noticed the mouse had seemed to curl up in her hand. He began to knead the couch, those cat instincts clearly there despite the one being ignored. "But it's worked out fine I guess, and it's warm here, and we can talk! So does that make you a uh..." He seemed lost for the word, squinting at her as he continued kneading the couch. She pet the little mouse, who she had apparently quietly accepted into the house as a guest as well. "A page, I guess. I want to ask your name, but I think maybe we shouldn't, for now." She was still terribly new to this, and for all she knew he could be bad, though watching him clearly debate cleaning himself, she doubted it. He did look a bit sad though once he realized what she said. " Ah yeah, I guess it would, for now though, I love meeting new people, more hands for my garden and all!" His tail moved back and forth, and he puffed up with pride. Oh, she thought she might be able to like this cat, if he was a little digger of sorts. She turned her attention to the mouse, who had curled up asleep in her hand. Lucy felt bad for moving him, but her hand was starting to sweat with his fur. Carefully, she placed him on some doilies her mom kept. "We'll just have to get to know one another then, and then maybe when the snow let's up, we could take a look at that garden." The cat nodded. "That'd be nice, but maybe," He yawned. "In a few hours? I'd like to kip for a bit." She nodded, feeling a bit tired herself now that the excitement was down and both guest, big and small, were down for the count. "Perfectly fine, i'm heading back to bed then, you and your breakfast are clear to stay as long as you need." She giggled hearing him sleepily tell her that the mouse wasn't dinner, and headed up the stairs.
