here, kitty kitty (Mordred)

[Nancy Panic]

In the crazy world she lived in, there were few things that made Nancy feel at home better than being in nature. Sure, parks weren't exactly the perfect examples, but in a city, you took what you could get. At the moment, she was lying on a tree branch, a book in hand, occasionally catching glimpses of birds and squirrels flying and scurrying around. It was one of the rare moments where she felt truly at peace.

It was at the end of her latest chapter where she had to shut the book and truly absorb what she had just read that her eyes wandered down the tree to see...was that a kitten? She sat up straighter, narrowing her eyes. It seemed to be on its own, chasing a butterfly...well there was only one thing to do there. 

The cat was a few trees away, so when she managed to climb her way back down, she didn't startle it just yet, which gave her plenty of time to shift into a kitten about the same size. Unless she chose otherwise, her coloring tended to be similar to her human form, so her fur was light orange, ALMOST blonde, and her eyes were big and blue. She let out a little "mew" and tiptoed towards the other cat, and as she came closer, getting a better look at him, she realized, Oh, I know you...

Despite the fact she saw dozens of cats at work, she recognized this one as Satan...probably because he was named Satan. So this presumably wasn't a cat on its own...which begged the question of where his human dad was. She glanced around to see if she saw any sign of him.

[Mordred Le Fey]

If he was honest, he'd never really considered the park high on his list of favourite places to spend time, especially since the last time he'd been here he'd ended up nearly killing his cousin's weird little sister. He'd actively avoided the place since then, in fact, preferring to frequent the various bars and clubs the town had to offer. After all, the refreshments available there were definitely preferable to the 'bring your own' situation the park had going on.

But then his sister had brought a certain little ball of fluff into his life, and his attitude to the park had significantly changed. He wouldn't have considered the park as somewhere to take a pet cat, actually, he hadn't exactly been thinking of anywhere to take a cat - weren't cats supposed to just get on with things on their own? Head home for food and sleep? That had always been Mordred's assumption, but his little fluffball had certainly proved him wrong on that front.

The man and his cat had become inseparable, and Mordred had to admit to himself that he was surprised at how much he loved having the weird little ball of fluff around. He'd always assumed he'd be more of a dog person, but it turned out that cats were infinitely better. How many dogs would curl up and sleep in his pocket? Or sit on his shoulder as he wandered through town and watch the world go by? Turned out, cats were bloody awesome.

And so, Satan was the reason Mordred now found himself at the park. He'd planned on simply taking a quick shortcut home, but halfway through the park the kitten had jumped off his shoulder - which had given Mordred a minor heartattack - and started chasing a butterfly. Momentarily stunned, and trying to get his heartrate back down to normal, he watched the kitten play for a moment, an indulgent smile on his face, before giving a small shrug and heading to a nearby tree, dropping on the ground and resting against the trunk. Keeping a close eye on the cat, of course - Mordred wasn't letting his baby out of his sight for a second.

[Nancy Panic]

As it turned out, Satan hadn't strayed too far from Mordred after all, as she caught sight of the man leaning against one of the trees. That was certainly a relief, she'd hate to think the kitten had gotten lost. She supposed she could leave them to it then...but that hardly seemed fun. As shy as she often was, she felt bolder as an animal...perhaps a little sneak was in order.

She smiled as well as she could with her current face, bending her knees until her belly was almost to the ground. She was well aware it wouldn't hide her well, but it fit in with feline behavior. Then she crept over, nice and quietly....before jumping up as soon as she knew she was in his line of sight, pouncing so she landed juuuuust by his feet but not on them (because personal space hello).

For a split second she debated whether or not she should change back into her own form...buuuuut as she said before, being an animal was almost more comfortable for her, plus building up to the reveal could be fun. Wouldn't Tori be proud?

[Mordred Le Fey]

He hadn't noticed the other little cat; it was an excellent day for lazing in the park, and now he'd sat down by the tree he was feeling his eyelids begin to droop - the only reason his eyes kept snapping open every minute or so was to make sure his furbaby hadn't strayed too far. He had an indulgent smile on his face as he watched the kitten frolicking nearby, and anyone who didn't actually know him couldn't be blamed for seeing him and assuming he had a soft side.

If Mordred had any enemies looking for a weakness to defeat him, they wouldn't have to look too far right now.

After checking his boy was alright once more, and smiling as the cat gave up on the butterfly and started attacking a leaf instead, rolling on his back and bunnykicking the defenceless greenery with his back legs, Mordred was about to close his eyes again and lean back against the tree, when a small, light coloured ball of fluff caught his eye and he did a double take.

He smiled a little as his eyes refocussed and he saw the little cat by his foot, playfully threatening to pounce. Gently and cautiously, he introduced himself by reaching out his hand for the cat to sniff, glancing around to see if any one seemed to be looking for a missing fluffball. No one seemed to be paying any attention though, so Mordred shifted himself a little closer and gently stroked the cat's head.

"Hello cutie pie - now where have you come from? You're not all awone are you lickle baby?" Mordred's voice had oddly become about half an octave higher in pitch and taken on a strange, babyish tone. He'd have been thoroughly mortified if anyone he knew heard him talking like that...