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[H2][color=yellow]Madeline Kingston[/color][/h2][/center]
[Center][hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent][i]Meow.[/i]

No answer.

[i]Meow meow.[/i]

The muscles in Madeline's forehead tensed, as if she had been disturbed by the inessential mewling of a cat. Her eyes flickering open, Madeline stared upwards face-to-face at a--likely stray--European shorthair. The cat watched Madeline's every movement; Its eyes almost taunting the girl with every glance.

[color=yellow][b]"What do you want?"[/b][/color] Madeline asked the cat.

[b]"Meow,"[/b] it replied. An obvious response.

Madeline sighed, annoyed that her shut-eye had been disturbed by the shorthair. Nonetheless, with every attempt to doze off once more, the cat would make sure that Madeline stood wide awake. [b]"Meow,"[/b] the cat would continuously mew, [b]"Meow meow."[/b] With it now evident that the cat had no plans to leave her alone, Madeline decided to take matters into her own hands. 

Snatching a broken stick from the ground, Madeline tossed it into the air at the shorthair, much to the dismay of those who might be watching the spectacle. Nevertheless, the cat refused to scram, and instead chose to descend from the tree and to the ground. Brushing against Madeline, the cat purred an ode to its stubbornness.

[color=yellow][b]"I'm doomed,"[/b][/color] Madeline spoke to herself as she gave into the cat's whims, her hand petting the shorthair's unusually soft fur.[/indent]