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If one were to be about the city they might come across a particular orange tom wandering the streets in that self-assured fashion that cats do. Having made himself known in his draconic form Crucible had decided to explore the city in a form that would draw less attention or the very least, a different sort of attention than he would receive as either Bight or Crucible.

His wanderings in his feline form took him far and wide around the city, from the river, and through various streets all the way to the Drunken Dragon. Which he watched from hiding for some time before padding over towards the tavern and in through the front door. Tail flicking as he peered about the place.

(OOC: Feel free to run into kitty!Crucible anywhere in his wanderings about the city or around the Tavern)

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Zouichi spotted the orange tom padding along from his vantagepoint on the riverbank. Another talking feline, or just an ordinary cat?

"Hello," he said experimentally, curious to see if it would answer.

The greeting drew his attention well enough, though he merely turned his head to look toward the source with the curious look cats could give. Offering no reply though as he changed his course pad closer to the other, stopping a distance away to watch him.

Hmm. Zouichi plucked a foxtail from the bank growing by him, swishing it back and forth to imitate the movements of a small prey animal. An invitation to play, of course.

Crucible watched him with a flick of his tail at that invitation to play, as if considering the offer. Deciding there was little harm in it, and that the other could be of interest he lowered himself down, crouching as if stalking the foxtail in question, drawing closer before readying to pounce.

Zouichi watched the orange cat crouch down and draw itself up, fascinated. Felines looked so intense when they were about to pounce, even when stalking inedible prey. He varied the movements of the foxtail from side to side, curious to see whether the cat would spring or choose to watch and wait instead.

He chose to watch and wait for the moment, seeming to watch the movements of the foxtail with that intensity cats have, even while watching Zouichi himself from the periphery of his vision. All the while seemingly ready to pounce, something he would have to be careful of not putting his full strength behind, after all, even a cat he could knock down a full grown man with a pounce when he wished.

Zouichi would be significantly harder to knock down than a human man, but that kind of strength would certainly alert him to the unusual nature of said cat. He decided to up the odds a little, bringing the brushy, soft end of the foxtail occasionally juuuuust within paw's reach of the orange tom. Resistance is futile, kitty!

Such a thing would invariably be a give away in most situations. He was careful though in using that rather great strength that came from being a dragon. The foxtail being brought in within reach did have its temptations, for cats at least, and Crucible played along, watching it constantly as cats tend to and when it came in range again batted at it.

Zouichi smiled as the tom took the bait. He wondered if it were someone's pet; he didn't see a collar, but most of the animals in Hydroponics did not appear to be Earth species.

He whisked the makeshift toy from one side to another, keeping it more or less within the tom's reach to keep its interest.

Cat paws were so small. Also, he liked their whiskers.

Crucible continued to bad a bit at the makeshift toy, though if he wished he could easily hit the makeshift toy, he kept the illusion of an ordinary cat as he batted at it as any other cat would.

With a pause in the batting, he would watch the motions of the foxtail with the same seeming intensity. Without warning he darted a small paw forward to pin the foxtail down, tilting his head down at it before peering up at Zouichi, tail flicking behind him. If the other had a liking for cat's he was not adverse.

He took a seat next to the orange cat, reaching one hand over slowly to gently scratch behind its ears and at the back of its neck.

"You know, I think cats on this ship can actually talk more often than not. I've met at least one, but I guess you're not one of them." Zouichi smiled. "So is someone keeping you fed? You're kind of friendly to be a stray, aren't you?"

He watched him seemingly cautiously as he reached over, though relaxing at the gentle scratch, tilting his head into the scratching a bit. Tail flicking from side to side as he peered up to Zouichi, in the way that you couldn't tell whether they understood what you were saying or not. Also, being able to read body language and intentions rather easily did make it simpler to know who to act friendly towards.

"I guess you can't really understand me, huh?"

Zouichi smiled as the tom tilted its head into the scratches, moving his fingers down to scratch along the cat's back. He'd never been able to pet a real cat before, and this one's fur was so soft.

"Actually, I've been thinking about that. There's no real reason for me to like or dislike animals -- that's what Nishu would have said. So maybe part of it is that you can't understand." Well, that and the cuteness factor.

"Words fail sometimes. Or the people speaking them are trying to deceive you for some reason -- maybe they feel guilt, maybe they want something from you, maybe they're trying to deceive themselves as well. Maybe when we developed speech, we were only causing more trouble for ourselves -- a million more possible conflicts and misunderstandings with each word we invented."

Crucible stretched his form out a bit at the scratches along his back, scritches are good. Padding over a little closer to Zouichi. He did seem quite the interesting one. Indeed, even a bit philosophical it seemed. Even if Zouichi thought he couldn't understand, he could understand far better than most.

Aww, stretching kitty. Zouichi obliged the cat with more scritches. "But maybe I'm overthinking it a little."

He sighed, finally standing up. "I guess I should get going. I'll try and remember to bring you a treat next time, okay? Stay out of trouble."

And with that, he strode back off toward the Inn -- for once, he actually had his hands full with a project, and it probably wouldn't do to leave it be for too long.

Rose was out exploring the City, wanting to stretch her legs after another stint with GLaDOS. She was studying the wall carvings when the cat caught her eye, his ginger fur standing out against the greens and grays of the temple. She'd had a cat just like him back on the Estate.

Her fingers practically itched to pet him, but she stayed her hand; you never knew what you'd find on Stacy. "Hi there."

He had been exploring the ruins of the temple, padding easily along the roots of one of the many strangler figs growing over the ruins. His ears perked up at the voice as his head turned to look to the other. Leaping down from the roots as gracefully as any cat he padded a slight bit closer to her, watching her even as he flicked his tail and gave a meow, just an ordinary cat here, honest.

Rose watched him approach curiously, wondering if he was a fellow crew member or a pet someone picked up during shore leave. Best to play it safe and try not to offend him, in case he wasn't just a house-cat. "Lovely place, isn't it? I never had a chance to see it before in person." She knelt down so that she wasn't looming.

Sitting back on his haunches he watched her the way that cats do, tail flicking a little. Tilting his head up to him at that, giving another meow as she knelt next to him. It was a rather nice place he did admit, not that he said anything being a cat at the current moment. Stretching himself out he padded over closer, if she wished to give scritches, who was he to deny her.

Rose would feel like an idiot when she found out he wasn't just a cat, but there was just something magnetic about cute little animals. She reached out and gently scratched along his back. "I've got a friend who'd be so jealous of your coat. He's very old and silly, though."

Linsha didn't complain much at least when she found out, but then, she may have been a bit biased. If she had an affinity for such small fluffy animals, who was he to complain, after all it was something of an affinity Bronze dragons shared. He watched her as she reached down, stretching out appreciatively at the scritches, scritches are good.

Rose happily obliged with the scritches, smiling. For all that she loved the mad adventures that made up her life, it was nice having a moment that resembled normalcy.

"Wish I could take you home; it'd be nice having some company around. Though..." Up close, she could tell that his fur was in good condition and that he wasn't underfed. And, if the lack of collar was any indication, he didn't have an owner. "You seem to be doing alright on your own, right, puss?"

A purr rumbled from the orange cats chest at the scritches, he couldn't be faulted for enjoying scritches now could he? On board ship a of seeming normalcy could oft be more than it seemed but for now he gave her that moment.

At her comment though he peered up to her, something of a confident look, even for a cat, his tail swishing slowly as he watched her before giving a light meow as he sat back on his haunches to the full height of his currently small form.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, Uni has had me rather busy indeed the last week and a bit)

He was being really adorable, all fuzzy and purring. If he kept it up, Rose wouldn't be held responsible for any catnapping that might ensue.

"Proud of yourself, aren't ya?" It was easy to imagine the cocky expression he'd probably be wearing if he were human. She laughed. "That'd be more impressive if you were, you know, taller." She paused her scritches to consider this. "Though, I dunno, you might be tall for a cat."

(No problem. Good luck with your schoolwork!)

Oh he was proud of himself alright, given what he was, even in cat form he looked quite confident, cocky even. She'd be hard pressed to keep this particular cat however if he wished to get away.

He flicked an ear at the comment and peered up to her as she paused in the scritchings, ironically in his other forms, 'taller' would be quite the descriptor, even in his human form he was fairly tall, in his true form, 'massive' would not be too unfitting.

Well, it's a good thing that Rose wasn't looking to take on the responsibility of a pet. Not when she could so easily go on a mission and never return, and few people to care for him in her absence.

She blinked back at him and graciously resumed the scritching. "You're right; holdin' your own on this ship, a thing like height wouldn't stop you."

If there was any cat that could look after himself, it was the one before her. The orange tom purring appreciatively as he arched into the schritches as they resumed once more.

After a time though he wriggle out of her grasp and hop up back onto one of the tree roots that littered the area. As much as scritches were nice, he could not stay for too long. He made a mental note to try and come across the woman in one of his other forms when the chance arose, though not that he wouldn't mind more scritches.

Rose straightened up, watching him go with a smile. Leave it to a cat to do everything on his own terms. But it was kind of him to stay for as long as he had.

Now... what had she been doing before getting sidetracked? Oh, yes, the stone reliefs.

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Darn it >.< Really sorry about the delay in this one

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