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You had called a local breeder in the area, as you were looking to add a specific breed of cat to your life. A chocolate point siamese. There was just something about how regal they looked that you had to have one, and you figured the boys and Iris wouldn’t mind.
They mentioned they had a pair, siblings - but one was damaged goods.
You frowned. “I’ll take them both.”
“Are you sure, he’s not...”
“I said, I will take them both.”
Angrily ending the call you huffed. “Damaged goods.... We’ll see about that.”
You rushed over to the breeder's home, and gently scooped the pair of siblings up, knowing they would work well with your Clowder.
“Come on beauties, let’s go home.”
Kitty!Luna is of course a purebreed chocolate point Siamese - much like Ravus.
Her purrs are soft, bubbly and they make you smile whenever you hear her.
Her meows are soft for a siamese, but if she needs to make herself known, she will belt out the loudest MOW you’ve heard in your life.
She’s always feels like a comfort to be around. She’ll stick close to your side, or on your lap, purring all the while
She adores head and ear scritches, and full body pets, the type where you giggle as her back arches into your fingers.
She sticks close to Noctis and the other boys, almost as it to prove to Ravus that they’re not all that bad.
She will be seen tongue washing Ignis now and then, especially after his injury, and you’re even more surprised when he allows it to happen.
She’ll play with Iris a lot. Mewling loudly as they play fight. She doesn’t play with toys much however.
She will attack your feet under the blankets, becareful if you move at night and she’s not cuddled up to you, your toes are fair game!
If she hisses, it’s because the boys upset her over something. And you laugh as to how they all immediately shape up.
She’s a bit picky with her food, and you blame her breeder. Spoiled kitten is spoiled.
When you go to bed, she sleeps behind your knees. Keeping you trapped in your blanket, and no matter how much you tug or roll around, she doesn’t move. You have to wait for her to get up first.
