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Gah!  She simply wanted to take a nap, and this finger was jabbing her.  The cat took a couple swipes at the offending object before speaking slowly.  [color=darkslateblue]"Fuck off ... goddamn uncivilized mongrel ..."[/color]  The cat's exclamation was as powerful and excited as the typical teenager's who was woken up too early.

...

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Little one?

The cat shot immediately up to attention and began to stammer out an apology.  [color=darkslateblue]"Sorcha I'm so-"[/color]  The servant immediately began to cough as her lungs pleaded for air, forcing her explosive plea to be silenced.  Which having to do didn't exactly make her more calm, especially given the situation.  A small stream of sweat began to pour from her eyebrow.

After a few moments of breathing she made an effort to stand, using a nearby tree to help herself up so she could stand at attention.  Of course as soon as she rose to her feet she realized everything felt wobbly and that she had the coordination of a three year old amputee.

[color=darkslateblue]"D-didn't realize it was -"[/color]  A couple breaths.  [color=darkslateblue]"Y-you."[/color]  The cat tried to offer an apologetic curtsy, but ended up nearly falling over and to catch herself.  A bit of fear was in her eyes as she looked up to meet Lady Sorcha's gaze before she lowered it submissively.

From the corner of the camp, Maoin's ears picked up her sister snickering.  The cat would have shot her a death glare if she probably wasn't already dead herself.

At least their conflict would be resolved, although by an angry dragon.

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Meowka followed the puppeteer with a slight scowl on her face from the insult.  As the woman set about ordering her drones, the cat continued to follow still thinking about what she had said.

[color=blue]"Fish.  Just fish."[/color]  The cat pointed her finger at the bunny.  [color=blue]"Its my favorite and my mistress doesn't give me enough of it."[/color]  It didn't really occur or matter to the kitten that the fish had belonged to the mongrel - they were far too tasty to question their origins.

Then the cat had a realization about what was bothering her.  [color=blue]"So you wouldn't care if I call you sweet cheeks then?  Or snores-too-loud?  You aren't a King or Duke to my knowledge."[/color]  The prowler of the night had given her that name, partially hoping it'd bother her just a bit.  Until the food arrived, it seemed the cat was satisfied with conjecturing with herself about what she should call her master.

Or, snickering at her litter mate's predicament as a mischievous smile crossed her face.