Yrael and the Forge Cats

[mogget_cat]

Spring may be actively springing, but apparently some of the demon rabbits had not fully woken up from their winter sluggishness yet. Nor will they, now.

There is a group of cats and at least one not'cat half-piled upon one another, grooming themselves or just lounging in the sunlight near what is left of their hunt. Ferdinand is sprawled on his back, fluffy tummy wamed by the sun, already napping after the feast. The small, grey Count is lounging regally, surveying the lake area in between the occasional grooming sessions to make sure he had gotten the last of the blood from his fur.

Meanwhile, Kitty, the big tabby, has captured the white not'cat and is fastidiously cleaning the blood from his ears. Yrael is either enduring this with all good grace, or is currently dozing off, himself.

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[the_seafarer]

Caspian, making his way from the stables, has to stop and laugh at the pile of cat and not!cat all wound together in the spring sun.

"Don't you all look pleased with yourselves," he says. "Hullo, Yrael."

[mogget_cat]

"Mwwwr, and why should we not?" purrs the not'cat, smug and full from a successful hunt. Just ignore how he's getting his ears cleaned. "Hello, Caspian. It has been some time since I have seen you."

The definite number of years is difficult to pin down, and not that important.

"You are well?"

[the_seafarer]

"Very well," Caspian says, and sinks to a knee, the better to converse with Yrael. "And yes, it has been, hasn't it? I admit, it's nice to see a familiar face."

So to speak. "It seems many of those I once knew here no longer frequent this place."

[mogget_cat]

"That is so often the way of this place," Yrael commiserates mildly, nodding.

"Some linger, some leave... but then, if we are fortunate, some do return," Yrael bonks his forehead lightly against the returned Caspian's knee. Do not ask him to admit to it, but Yeael is glad to see him.