#;razor

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This is Razor, Quatra's kitten. He is truly beloved by his owner.

If anyone would even stare funny at her pet, she would be the one who would most likely scratch you with her finger claws. She is that protective.

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Razor gave a soft meow, it seemed he wanted to make new friends.

[fxtelism-moved]

I think I found a good faceclaim for Razor, Quatra’s kitten! 

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Namira had been resting in the sun, idly reading and sipping water when Razor mewed at her. The book was put aside and she sat up. “What’s up, Razorface? Did Quatra wander off again?”

Razor stopped walking until he was near her ankle, gently rubbing his head at that area. He couldn’t find Quatra so instead he sought attention from Namira. Perhaps some treats or headpats could help. 

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@cfmanymuses

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If Namira was being totally honest, she’d completely forgotten about the polymorph scroll in her bag. She had just been cleaning it out, getting rid of old papers and whatnot, when she pulled it out and absent-mindedly tossed it onto her belongings. As if to spite her, it unrolled and the spell was unleashed. Namira hadn’t been paying attention, so when her vision suddenly filled with smoke, she panicked and kicked her bag away. The panic only grew when she felt her ears change and move, and a weird pressure at the base of her spine. “Curse it, not again!” she growled, trying to bat the smoke away. With the spell spent, the smoke faded, and she reached back to try and relieve the pressure in her back. When a fluffy copper tail bounced into her hand, still puffy from her lingering panic and flicking in agitation, she was hardly surprised. "That doesn’t look like the last one. Am I a cat this time? Oh well, not much I can do about it, just have to let it wear off on its own. Stupid magic,” she grumbled, and went back to sorting her things.

While this unusual event was unfolding, Quatra took Razor outside for a little walk around the area. Although since she was wary of most people, she kept her pet close in her arms while staring at anyone who was near her, which did make for some awkward situations because of it.

A few moments later, the two had returned from their stroll, satisfied.

"Namira, we're back!~" The young commander cheerfully announced herself as she entered the living room which Razor followed suit, uttering a small 'meow'.

"Eh?" And she immediately noticed something different about her. "Namira, are you really a cat, not an elf?"

That would be certainly a new revelation if that was the case.