[color=darkorange][u]Luna[/u]

Oh, that felt [i]good[/i].

Somewhere in her little cat brain, Luna had mixed feelings about this. Confusion – her belly was not normally a place where she liked being touched. Sometimes she’d let her favourite human stroke it while she stretched out on her side, but she’d always reward the action with a quick warning swipe or, if she wasn’t in the mood, a grab at the offending hand so she could bite off its fingers. Regardless, her human would treat it as some sort of game. Annoying.

At least this human was doing it right. She could keep her fingers. Unusual or not, this feeling was blissful in every way and in that moment, Luna was more than content to lie there on her back, exposed.

Then her ears pricked up. The human was talking. Not an uncommon thing for humans to do – they were all so chatty with their myriad babble of syllables – but this was…different. Luna didn’t understand what the human was saying, but she understood the meaning behind the sounds she was making. Not quite comprehension, but impressions. Ideas that had never crossed her mind before flitted through her eardrums and whispered into her mind. Time. Potential. Something Luna couldn’t quite understand. The place they were in, but bigger. Past the boundaries of what Luna understood as [i]familiar[/i] and [i]home[/i].

The human wanted Luna to follow her, but only if Luna wanted. Duh. Luna always did what she wanted.

The scratching stopped. Luna turned over, lying on her belly. It was a good trick, but fat chance of her letting the human touch her there again. She stared up at the human, wary, confused, yet calm. Very calm. A part of her considered approaching the lady, but it was a very small part of her so Luna ignored it. She didn’t know this human, no matter if her scent was [i]familiar[/i] and [i]feminine[/i] and [i]haven’t I met this human before? No? Yes? Maybe?[/i] Displeasure showed itself through the twitch of Luna’s tail and her somewhat disgruntled expression. This was new. This was confusing. She liked it when her thoughts consisted of [i]enemy friend food love food annoyance sister brother mother rejection fear sadness happy[/i] and nothing else. None of this weird nostalgia that wasn’t really nostalgia because she didn’t know this person and what was with the odd ideas that were being impressed into her brain?

Ugh. Her back was itching again. What was up with it? The urge to use the tree as a backscratcher again was strong, but Luna didn't move. Her tail thumped against the grass hugging the tree bark. Sure, this human seemed safe for some reason, but it was for a reason she didn’t know and that made her unsafe at the same time.

It was happening again. Except this time the human wasn’t speaking at all; the ideas just popped right into her mind as if they owned the place. Apparently the human thought it could understand cats now. Luna’s ears flicked, threatening to flatten if the situation got anymore annoying. If the human wasn’t going to do anything useful like [i]mmm yes scratches[/i] or feed her, then she might as well leave Luna alone. No more idea impressions or weird not-nostalgia.

Luna opened her mouth and hissed.[/color]

[@Hokum]