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middaeg2020-07-18 09:16 am
partnerinheels) wrote in middaeg2020-07-18 09:16 am
Entry tags:
open | quests and catchall
Who: Sheva and others
When: during the month of juril
Where: about aefenglom primarily
What: katten prompts under the cut and additional prompts in comments
Warnings: will update as needed
i | Blink and Miss 'Em | capture & foster
capture
[Even before a call to assist in capturing escaped kittens went out, Sheva has managed to find herself involved in the matter. It seems as though it's by chance, but given the fact that she's feline now herself, it seems more akin to something along the lines of fateful kinship. Between her own scent and that of Ozymandia's sphinx cats, it's likely that she smells of welcome wagon.
Which is exactly what she does the moment she finds not one, but a melange of kittens blinking in and out of a market area with a fountain.
It's proper chaos.
One moment Sheva's trying to coax a little one from the top of an awning and another she's leaning precariously over into the fountain to try and retrieve a kitten with poor spatial awareness while several cry from her open bag only to disappear moments later to pounce on a scurrying beetle.
There's one, at least, that has found itself content to perch and navigate her shoulder while watching the proverbial circus. He's a pile of wiry fuzz, black as night, and has eerily violet eyes that are judging every one of the mirrorbound.
If she catches sight of anyone not helping matters, she's quick to strongly extend an invitation to help.]
Don't just stand there entertained. Give me a hand. [And as an afterthought:] Please.
[Do it for the kittens.]
foster
[The relative chaos has subsided as the kittens all come to realize that Sheva is a good cat mom that provides food and entertainment.
The acquisition and distribution of catmint has assisted greatly. Both in calming the kittens and her own mellowing.
Which leads to the current scenario of the lioness sunbathing on a blanket in the midst of a grassy park area surrounded by a handful of kittens. Her legs are stretched out in front of her with a book in her lap that's since been abandoned due to the white kitten dozing out across it in starfish. Her attention now centers on building arrows, a fresh pile of completed ones to her left.
To occupy the two kittens still in the mood for mischief, her tail tip continues to lightly bop at the blinking monsters while trying to flick away just as they pounce. They seem to be learning how to use their powers at times, but then other times they blink far enough away that she has to ask a passing stranger for help.]
I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but can you bring me the little escapee please?
[The black one still seems rather keen to perch on her shoulders, but sometimes it takes to attacking loose tendrils of hair that have fallen out of her braid.]
When: during the month of juril
Where: about aefenglom primarily
What: katten prompts under the cut and additional prompts in comments
Warnings: will update as needed
i | Blink and Miss 'Em | capture & foster
[Even before a call to assist in capturing escaped kittens went out, Sheva has managed to find herself involved in the matter. It seems as though it's by chance, but given the fact that she's feline now herself, it seems more akin to something along the lines of fateful kinship. Between her own scent and that of Ozymandia's sphinx cats, it's likely that she smells of welcome wagon.
Which is exactly what she does the moment she finds not one, but a melange of kittens blinking in and out of a market area with a fountain.
It's proper chaos.
One moment Sheva's trying to coax a little one from the top of an awning and another she's leaning precariously over into the fountain to try and retrieve a kitten with poor spatial awareness while several cry from her open bag only to disappear moments later to pounce on a scurrying beetle.
There's one, at least, that has found itself content to perch and navigate her shoulder while watching the proverbial circus. He's a pile of wiry fuzz, black as night, and has eerily violet eyes that are judging every one of the mirrorbound.
If she catches sight of anyone not helping matters, she's quick to strongly extend an invitation to help.]
Don't just stand there entertained. Give me a hand. [And as an afterthought:] Please.
[Do it for the kittens.]
[The relative chaos has subsided as the kittens all come to realize that Sheva is a good cat mom that provides food and entertainment.
The acquisition and distribution of catmint has assisted greatly. Both in calming the kittens and her own mellowing.
Which leads to the current scenario of the lioness sunbathing on a blanket in the midst of a grassy park area surrounded by a handful of kittens. Her legs are stretched out in front of her with a book in her lap that's since been abandoned due to the white kitten dozing out across it in starfish. Her attention now centers on building arrows, a fresh pile of completed ones to her left.
To occupy the two kittens still in the mood for mischief, her tail tip continues to lightly bop at the blinking monsters while trying to flick away just as they pounce. They seem to be learning how to use their powers at times, but then other times they blink far enough away that she has to ask a passing stranger for help.]
I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but can you bring me the little escapee please?
[The black one still seems rather keen to perch on her shoulders, but sometimes it takes to attacking loose tendrils of hair that have fallen out of her braid.]