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Mittens stared at him. "Meow..." she said, slowly and carefully. After all, she would've remember if she'd gotten married. "Meow meow meow?" 'Did you hit your head or something?'
Mittens squinted at him. "Meow meow meow," she said. After all, it was plain that he must've been hallucinating everything lately, and was he sure he was alright? He did look a bit pale. Maybe he should go see a doctor. Or whatever the cats here called them. An herbal witch?
Wow, was he really that clueless that he's never even heard of a doctor?
... Huh. Wait a second, what if none of these cult cats even knew what a doctor was? What if when they got hurt, they just died. Wow. Talk about survival of the fittest. And she thought being a house pet was cut-throat. "Meow meow meow," she explained, trying to tell him the benefits of getting his head checked out by a much-needed specialist. Like that cat-nip supplier that always hung out around her house.
"Meow meow meow meow," Auburnwolf said, expressing his love for catnip, it always soothed his injuries, but now that he was a warrior things were different. A cat couldn't simply get out and have a good time when they wanted to. Plus catnip helped a lot with aches and pains. Or maybe that was just in his head too.
"Meow meow meow," Mittens replied, confused by his enthusiasm. After all, shouldn't catnip supplies be common? They were on every street corner back home. "Meow meow meow," she finally said warily, pointing in the direction they needed to go. She wasn't really looking forward to seeing Jack, that jerk who ripped her off last time and swore that his catnip was the best catnip on the block. It wasn't. The complete liar. Jerry had the better quality one, fresh from his person's garden and made her see stars afterwards.
"Mew mew meow?" Auburnwolf asked, he wanted to know if Jack was still selling catnip like he used to in the neighborhood when he was a kittypet. After all Jack had the best on the block and he had no way of knowing that Jerry, three streets down had far better goods. Jack after all came to all of his birthdays and his nieces wedding, who couldn't trust Jack?
"Meow," Mittens confirmed, trying to keep the disgust from her voice. Ugh. Jack. Just hearing about him made her tail fluff. Man, if they went to see Jack, she was gonna show that stupid peddler what she thought of sleazy catnip sellers. "Meow meow meow." Because... yeah, she could admit that Jack did show up at the best of times. And Jerry's hours weren't always the best.
"Meow meow meow mew meow meow nya, nya mew mrrrow," Auburnwolf said, describing the fantastical adventure where him and Jack were sharing a bit of catnip when another cat named Fluffyclaws tried to steal their catnip, but he had thrown a few punches and from that day forward he was around as Jack's personal bodyguard. Kittypet life had been so much simpler
Oh dear god. Not Fluffyclaws. That absolute maniac had ruined Mitten's brother's best friend's sister's wedding by crashing into the cake and meowing about some impending forest fire. As if there were even forests in a city. Lunatic. "Meow," Mittens said, trying to sound enthusiastic about his adventure while not rolling her eyes at the mention of—gag—Jack. "Meow meow meow," she said as they turned a street corner onto Jack's usual hangout.
It was magical walking with Mittens, mainly because one moment they had shared a few sentences in DayClan and the next they were on some catnip sellers street in a matter of minutes.
"Mew? Mrrow mew meow meow meow meow," Auburnwolf asked, wondering if there were any other catnip sellers since he'd last been there, after all he didn't know about Jerry, but he did remember Mittens neighbors cat, Thomas. Thomas was always walking up to people and sucker punching them in the nose, he wanted to know how Thomas had been... No one was spared from Thomas's wrath.
"Meow," Mittens consented, because yeah, there'd been a lot of catnip sellers. After Robert had kicked the bucket, there'd been a flock of them that just started hawking their wares. There was Jenny, and Henry, and Larry, and Fenny, and Tommy, and then that other guy... what was his name? Cleop—
"Yo, Mittens, what up?" said Jerry, as he popped out of thin air and onto his usual throne of garbage and soggy cardboard boxes. "Who's this fella, eh?"
Jerry, for some reason, never spoke Woem. It made it a trial trying to communicate with him.
"Ya got that right, li'l buddy," Jerry said to Auburnwolf. "Never got the hang o' the ol' Woem cant, ya know?"
Mittens practically rolled her eyes. Actually, she did roll her eyes. Yeah, Jerry was that one idiot who didn't speak Woem. Which, honestly, in a city filled with cats that only spoke Woem, was a bit odd. It made for the worst translating games. "Meow," she said, then added to Jerry. "Meow meow meow meow?"
"Oh, yeah, you got that right, Mittens!" said Jerry. "You here for some o' that stuff, ain't that right, yo? Gotta get some afore ol' Jack comes right, am I right?"
"Yeeees..." Auburnwolf said slowly before adding, "I really can't let Jack know. If Jack got wind of this he'd bust my jaw in for even thinking about getting catnip from anyone, but him. He takes great pride that his two-legs take him to that independent business that sells off brand catnip. But that doesn't necessarily make it good. Hey, where did your accent come from by the way?"
"What accent?" asked Jerry, his attitude changing with the flip of a switch. Yeah. Jerry was that type of person. "And pfft. You don't want catnip from Jack. Jack's always got the moldy batches. Here? I've got the real deal. Fresh from my owner's garden and everything. For you? I'll let you pay on loan. What do you say?"
