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Posted by Neena on Nov 15, 2008 0:25:14 GMT -6
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Nov 29, 2008 1:43:38 GMT -6
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That grin and mrawk! was entirely too smug of a response, even for a feline. Now Neena had absolutely no doubt that Calley was not a mutant teenage boy with animal-shifting abilities. He was a mutant cat, with teenage boy shifting abilities. That was the only logical explanation.
She continued to rub his ears, listening to the rumbling purr. He'd been half asleep when she first entered, and since then seemed to have drained most of his wrath. The half-lidded kitten eyes soon progressed to three-fourths lidded, then completely closed.
What had started out as a heated exchange had faded into a calm tranquility. She wasn't sure if Calley realized it -- or maybe he did -- but she had not come with intentions on kicking him out of the School. She couldn't be sure if he was telling the truth about his deathmatch with his father, or even if what he'd told her about his hidden family was true. But really, putting the boy out would do no one any good, especially not Calley. It was obvious he was a cat at heart, which could account for his reluctance to stay in one place too long. No one could fault him for that, and trying to change him likely would meet a brick wall.
She still had to speak with Tricity about his position on the team; his connections with the Sanctuary might pose an issue, especially with other teammembers. But honestly, she really couldn't see the Headmistress dismissing him completely. Perhaps a probation of sorts, but not full dismissal. After all, it was in the past.
The low rumble began to fade. Looking down, Neena realized that Calley had fallen asleep in her lap. She withheld a soft laugh. Very gently, she slid her arm around the black-and-white kit, supporting his light weight as she stood. His front paws twitched, and one kicked out a bit; she wondered what critter he was chasing in his dreams.
There were no pillows on the bed, oddly enough, so she bunched one of his blankets up instead. Very carefully she slipped the kitten into the hollow of the mound.
"For what it's worth," she murmured quietly, "I'm glad you came back, Little Brother."
She gave his ears one last scritch, then quietly slipped out the door.
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