Bringing in the new year with a couple of sweet moggies!
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Avon chirped pleasantly first - the feel of being touched fresh in her skin's senses. But the incessant attempts to climb her back, webbed feet digging into her shoulders, caused the once kind sound to turn into a chirped warning as she sat up.
Yet greeting her was a small fluff ball, warm from the dryer, that looked innocent but was anything but. Even so, she let the kitten clamber. His owner - or rescuer, truly - didn't know he was Fives. Not really. But she could sense him, the same signature as the goatee owner that would pick her up and keep on trying to eat her ear. She had also scratched him once for it to escape.
It wasn't that she hated him - he was just... loud. Chaotic. Different to her calm and quiet troop that let her sleep, and when they did wake her, it was to simply snuggle. Fives didn't intend to wake her - half the time he thought she was awake but 'resting her eyes' - but he never kissed her forehead in apology.
Which, to a Hreða such as herself, rude.
The tip of her right ear was tugged by young teeth - she gave a small warning, and he recognised it. He stopped and rubbed his head on her cheek. But it did not mean he was forgiven for his earlier misdemeanours- falling off a cushion and into her shallow dish of broth and various meats, splashing the liquid on her, the floor, and all overhimself.
She last a quater of her breakfast after he had already kept her awake half the night when all she wanted to do was snuggle between Aurora and Ace.
Even so, she took hold of the tooka by he scruff of his neck with her mouth and softly placed him between her front legs before he decided to jump off and hurt himself. He tried to escape her adter that, but she was quicker - Avon wrapped her right front leg around him and yanked him into her chest. There, she groomed him jsut as any mother cat would, her only pause to accept a string of kisses from her human father as he readied himself for shore leave duties (being an ARC Commander must have meant no time to even have a keave for Ace) and a small tube of freshly blended salmon to make up for her lost breakfast from her human mother (Aurora was never far away, her presence stalwart - she was only away when she was on the ground rather than on the ships).
It was sinply a good thing for Kitten Fives that she loved him - his chaos and all; the was no other child, as weird as it was to call him that, shexd sooner look after when he wasn't allowed to travel with his rescuers. It it was pure luck her shore leave ended when Torrent were returning. Rex was as good at giving head scritches as Ace, though a little more shy, and Fives was already obsessed with Nia.
The small chirps quietened, and soft snores replaced them. Avon stretched, tugged the blanket further up with her teeth, held him as close as she could, and settled her head back down on her pillow. Now, at least, she could make up for some lost sleep.
