[Open] Catgroove.

[regalduchess]

The cat; small, lithe, and scared; runs through the aviary chased out by chirping birds, their beady eyes vindictive.

Once upon a time, there was a cheerfully tinkling bell on her collar. Now, it lies on the aviary floor as a trophy to the birds. The entire castle she runs through has a strange feeling to it, like everything is dead. Or asleep, or in mourning.

She finally comes to the throne room. Even cobweb-encrusted as they are, the silk seats are soft and comforting. The musty warmth reminds her of Bonfamille and her pink boas, her soft skin, the perfume she always wears-- always used to wear.

With a soft sigh, Duchess curls into a circle with her tail hanging off the edge of the throne, and tries to sleep.

Comments

[dustless]

Frisk is quiet, watching from the doorway. They'd seen the pawprints in some of the dust and followed the trail, but they hadn't really been expecting to see a cat. This castle takes in strange visitors, after all.

She looks so tired, so they don't call out despite that being their first instinct.

...What a pretty cat. They quietly grin as it occurs to them they can finally show Sans-Serif what a "kitty" is.

"Iaul" means, unsurprisingly, "cat" in Tauriel's first language of Sindarin.

[lightofthestars]

Passing by the entry to the throne room, it would not take the eyes of an elf to see the snow white patch upon the cushion of one throne. It...is it--it is a cat, crept inside from...from where must have it come?

She steps closer, her movements slow and careful. "Iaul, iaul," she calls gently, then makes a soft sound with her tongue.

[andthebat]

The throne room is one of what the Batman's come to think of as the more stable locations in the castle, so it's easy to try and orient himself by passing it by- and he's getting used enough to the sight of it that he notices when something's different, such as a patch of clean white fur on the throne.

He thinks briefly of Asriel, but when Batman pauses and turns his head he realizes it's a cat. Something of a surprise, considering how few animals seem to be here outside of birds and, arguably, himself.

The Batman walks lightly, despite his size. "Hunting dust mice?" he murmurs as he approaches.