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xp_logsCatseye comes home after an incredibly unproductive and frustrating day. Wanda happens to be in the kitchen and decides to pet the roaming purple cat. This does not go well.
To say that Catseye was currently a mite cranky would have been something of a wild understatement. Planting each paw solidly on the wooden floor and ignoring the signs of pain which meant she'd gone soft in her time at the mansion, Catseye headed towards the kitchen with single-minded intent. Both Kylun and Shiro had parted ways with her at the door, to do whatever they usually did when returning from such things, not that Catseye cared the moment.
She hadn't found anything more that could possibly be of use and the scent of barely present fear mingled to Forge's usual smell in the mall had gnawed on her mind ever since she'd first picked it up. Not finding anything else no matter where they looked and all the places she knew like the back of her hand had only aggravated her further. And she'd shifted far too often during the day and as a result, could barely see straight, between the primal rage bubbling under the surface of her barely contained movements and the hunger gnawing at her insistently.
Wanda was not having the best of days. The worry for Forge was starting to grow with each passing hour and besides the team sessions, there really was not much left for her to do. Except worry. So down to the kitchen she had gone because food always tended to be a comfort. And she had more paperwork than food upstairs.
A flash of purple out of the side of her eye caught her attention and she turned, eyes going down instead of up. That was an immediate indicator that the purple was Catseye and not Betsy. She relaxed a little bit. Never really a dog person she had taken to the younger shapechanger rather well, while not close she did enjoy her presence, either as a cat or as a human.
"Hello, Catseye," she said, bending down to pet her like she normally did.
The sidelong look promising mayhem and possibly death was the first warning. The raised fur and the low growl not unlike that of an enraged panther echoing down the hallway was the only other warning before Catseye made her state of mind eminently, emphatically clear.
"...oh shi--ow!"
To say that Catseye was currently a mite cranky would have been something of a wild understatement. Planting each paw solidly on the wooden floor and ignoring the signs of pain which meant she'd gone soft in her time at the mansion, Catseye headed towards the kitchen with single-minded intent. Both Kylun and Shiro had parted ways with her at the door, to do whatever they usually did when returning from such things, not that Catseye cared the moment.
She hadn't found anything more that could possibly be of use and the scent of barely present fear mingled to Forge's usual smell in the mall had gnawed on her mind ever since she'd first picked it up. Not finding anything else no matter where they looked and all the places she knew like the back of her hand had only aggravated her further. And she'd shifted far too often during the day and as a result, could barely see straight, between the primal rage bubbling under the surface of her barely contained movements and the hunger gnawing at her insistently.
Wanda was not having the best of days. The worry for Forge was starting to grow with each passing hour and besides the team sessions, there really was not much left for her to do. Except worry. So down to the kitchen she had gone because food always tended to be a comfort. And she had more paperwork than food upstairs.
A flash of purple out of the side of her eye caught her attention and she turned, eyes going down instead of up. That was an immediate indicator that the purple was Catseye and not Betsy. She relaxed a little bit. Never really a dog person she had taken to the younger shapechanger rather well, while not close she did enjoy her presence, either as a cat or as a human.
"Hello, Catseye," she said, bending down to pet her like she normally did.
The sidelong look promising mayhem and possibly death was the first warning. The raised fur and the low growl not unlike that of an enraged panther echoing down the hallway was the only other warning before Catseye made her state of mind eminently, emphatically clear.
"...oh shi--ow!"
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