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[mogget_cat]

There is a diminutive Bright Shiner stalking about the bar, today. His worry for his home manifests in restlessness, sending him padding about the bar room as gingerly as a long-tailed cat through the room were full of rocking-chairs. He would deny that he is sulking, though it is rather obvious.

He's long familiar with what it feels like to dislike the hand that has been dealt to him. But having long experience with such a situation doesn't make one any more comfortable with it.

So if you find him brushing by your ankles, please spare a scritch or two for the much-maligned not'cat.

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[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

Angel is always ready with a skritch, from one nocturnal being to another (even a not'other). Having had two hundred plus years of practice, he's rather good at it too.

[mogget_cat]

There is a deep rumble of purring from the not'cat as it pauses in its stalking, begrudgingly distracted by the delicious scritches. He leans against the vampire's hand, heavily, bright green eyes half-closed in pleasure.


(ooc: Srsly was just finishing another episode of BtVS, and did a double-take seeing this tag. *grins*)

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

Angel grins. "I guess I should be ordering some milk, huh? Or maybe tuna?"



(ooc: Fate! clearly)

[mogget_cat]

"Both would be quite appreciated, certainly," purrs the cat, blinking slowly up at the vampire. He nudges the scritching hand, pointedly. "A little to the left?"

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

Angel opens his mouth, then shuts it again.

Talking cat. Well, sure, why not?


Actually, talking cats are something he'd actually like to have back home. A lot more than evil law firms and mucus-throwing demons.

"Right here?" he asks obligingly. Skritch, skritch.

He glances up. "Bar, could you--. Oh, ok, thanks."

Obviously Bar knows the drill already. Somehow Angel isn't surprised. He carefully sets the milk and tuna down beside the cat without breaking a beat on the skritching.

Vampiric gracefulness, don't you know.

[mogget_cat]

"Oooh, yeah," purrs the cat, leaning nearly its full weight against the hand scritching along its jaw. "Right there."

Now let's see if the cat can both eat the fish and keep from having to disengage from the scritches.

It... may be difficult. Possibly downright ungraceful. Yrael cares little.

"'nks," he eventually remembers to mumble through a mouthful of the delicious fish.

[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

"Don't mention it," Angel replies.

This is almost as fun as punching Lindsey McDonald in the face. Almost.

[sidhe_king]

There are definitely scritches for the little cat, though cats aren't Finn's favorite creatures. Then again, he can tell Yrael is not precisely a cat.

He may be teasing him with the flower chain-crowns he's making, bunches of them sitting on his lap. His cousins are numerous, thus so must be his supply of decoration.

[mogget_cat]

There are definitely purrs in gratitude for the scritches, though it's clear they are not the completely content purrs of a happy cat.

Don't mind him if he avoids the flower-chains.

[sidhe_king]

"Scared of the flowers, are we?" he asks, amused as he spares a hand, fingertips tunneling through dense white fur between Yrael's ears.

"Hello there."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael purrs, pressing against the scritching fingers. "Not at all. I just do not care for them."

So he says.

[sidhe_king]

"So say you. I've never met one who didn't, even in this place," Finn returns.

"Very cute form, I must say."

[mogget_cat]

"The shape has proven itself to be very useful," he allows. "People often show me affection they would not, otherwise, and offer up food and drink for my enjoyment."

[sidhe_king]

He chuckles. "I might've done that no matter what form you took."

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool watches the Not-cat from his seat up on a table, walking stick across his knees. His legs are crossed and thus not in any rubbing against or getting clawed at positions.

He does feel bad about their last conversation, but he also knows that Yrael's spoken with his siblings on the matters of the bar's fate.

If the not-cat wants, he's open to talk.

[mogget_cat]

The eyes that eventually find the Fool are green with a piercing light.

"Still plotting your fun, Fool? Still being taken along for the ride, Alexander?"

[forgottenmotley]

"The fun is plotted, the dominoes are set in motion. I've nothing left to do." The Fool's hat is tilted over his eyes so they're not visible.

[mogget_cat]

"Lucky you," hisses the cat, sulkily. He dislikes doing nothing. It rubs him completely the wrong way.

[forgottenmotley]

Odd, isn't it? This is the creature that did nothing, isn't it? Snoozing around and snarking his way through life, hiding away when there was other work to be done.

The Fool just smiles at him, though. "Think of it as a... remodel."

[mogget_cat]

In the Beginning, he hid all away because he stood to lose everything if he chose sides in the great war between his siblings. They would have consumed his power for their own ends, leaving him wasted, to fade into nothing.

But it was he that struggled to get Nick out of range in time, and who ultimately saved the world from the Destroyer when he had everything to lose by not doing anything. The world and the Life he had learned to love, even against his own will.

Now, they ask him to nothing when he has his home, his friends, his everything to lose, once again. And he cannot.

"I do not listen to fools."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Juliet will always have time for a wonderful, pettable kitty like Yrael. She bends down to scratch him under the chin.

[mogget_cat]

The not'cat coils lightly about her right ankle, purring loudly and pressing his head against her hand.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

D'naww, poor kitty. She reaches down to pick him up and put him on her lap. "You know what's going on too, don't you?" Cats can feel these things, she knows from her own.

[mogget_cat]

The cat curls up on her lap, forlornly resting his chin on her knee.

He may know what's going on - the comfort of scritches and warmth are greatly appreciated - but he would like to know more. He doesn't know if he should help or simply try and be patient, trusting that things will work out for the best.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Jules sighs, her index finger rubbing back and forth between his ears. "Shawn keeps acting like nothing's going to happen." She shakes her head. "He's always been this positive guy, but you'd think...." She gestures toward the window outside. "You can't deny that."