Colette
The 8th Noble
The home smelled of sickeningly sweet snacks and cakes. In the middle of a room stood a small speaker that was blaring out some happy tunes to the best of its ability in an effort to drown out the last few rumbling remnants of rejoicing ringle-rangle before the resplendent ragtags of friends and acquaintances arrived at their wide open doorstep.
Colette ran her hand over Nibbles' fur with an appreciative nod. In one corner there was a pretty clear 'adult section' that house the more 'mature' drinks but all in all it was clear that the party overall was a party dedicated to both a pair of newly-minted teenagers and one who was about to embark on their final year as one.
Happy 13th and 19th.
Nibbles gently bit into Colette's finger as she reached out for one more pet and she let out a quick 'oof'. The tiny little kitten had caught her off-guard and she gave him a quick look of disapproval before she put him down on the ground again.
Everything was in its right place, or so she assumed. In truth Colette hadn't ever really celebrated her birthday before. That kind of celebration just wasn't a part of what her culture cared for. It wasn't until the household had come to realize that Colette had been around for more than a year that it dawned on them that she had never told them when her birthday was, which made sense given that she had no idea when it actually was.
As she began to move she felt claws gently dig into her foot and Colette calmly looked down to see Nibbles try and climb her leg to get back in her good graces again. She let out a quiet 'aw' before she reached down to put him back in her arms again and nuzzled his soft fur.
There was no point in denying this white-orange little Keshian kitty whatever it was that he wanted from her. This cat meant more to her than most other things, because this cat was the closest thing that she had to something that she felt was her own family. Which was not to diminish Valery and Kahlil, of course, but there was just something about the little cat that brought him closer than anyone else. This was Colette's own little baby boy and that just meant so much to her.
"Fine, but no biting. Okay?" She muttered at the cat which tilted its head at the strange tone his mother was using with him. It was a cat, after all, it couldn't understand Basic. "I know you're a growing little kitten with itchy teeth, but you have to be nice, and be on your best behaviour when the others arrive, okay?"
The cat laid down in Colette's arms with a content purr as she continued to stroke its fur.
"I'm going to take that as a yes."
The guests were due to arrive any moment now.
Colette ran her hand over Nibbles' fur with an appreciative nod. In one corner there was a pretty clear 'adult section' that house the more 'mature' drinks but all in all it was clear that the party overall was a party dedicated to both a pair of newly-minted teenagers and one who was about to embark on their final year as one.
Happy 13th and 19th.
Nibbles gently bit into Colette's finger as she reached out for one more pet and she let out a quick 'oof'. The tiny little kitten had caught her off-guard and she gave him a quick look of disapproval before she put him down on the ground again.
Everything was in its right place, or so she assumed. In truth Colette hadn't ever really celebrated her birthday before. That kind of celebration just wasn't a part of what her culture cared for. It wasn't until the household had come to realize that Colette had been around for more than a year that it dawned on them that she had never told them when her birthday was, which made sense given that she had no idea when it actually was.
As she began to move she felt claws gently dig into her foot and Colette calmly looked down to see Nibbles try and climb her leg to get back in her good graces again. She let out a quiet 'aw' before she reached down to put him back in her arms again and nuzzled his soft fur.
There was no point in denying this white-orange little Keshian kitty whatever it was that he wanted from her. This cat meant more to her than most other things, because this cat was the closest thing that she had to something that she felt was her own family. Which was not to diminish Valery and Kahlil, of course, but there was just something about the little cat that brought him closer than anyone else. This was Colette's own little baby boy and that just meant so much to her.
"Fine, but no biting. Okay?" She muttered at the cat which tilted its head at the strange tone his mother was using with him. It was a cat, after all, it couldn't understand Basic. "I know you're a growing little kitten with itchy teeth, but you have to be nice, and be on your best behaviour when the others arrive, okay?"
The cat laid down in Colette's arms with a content purr as she continued to stroke its fur.
"I'm going to take that as a yes."
The guests were due to arrive any moment now.
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