Sha'uri was walking around the complex after lunch, contemplating some of the things she had to do. Cleaning was top on her list. She moved into the forge area and began to clean some of the things up. Aparrently, it had been some time since the last blacksmith was here.
The place had a morbid stench about it, as if a pile of mice were laying around some where, decaying. Using a cantrip to sweep up the excess debris at one end, she moved to the other to move the heavy stuff.
As she was shifting a rather large box from the wall, Sha'uri nearly lost her lunch from the wave of stench released by the move. There was a pile, but not of just mice. A momma cat and three kittens lay there quite dead.
She examined them carefully using a stick to move them. They weren't dead more then a few days. Some of the mice showed signs of teeth marks, lending to their partial consumption and various times of death over the course of a few weeks. Obviously, the cat ate the mice.
When detecting for disease and poisons, Sha'uri found the truth of it. Some of the mice, the more recently dead, were poisoned and the cat ate them after giving birth to her kittens. It was all rather depressing but Sha'uri doubled her efforts to clean out the forge area, the stables and barnes for any and all poisons she could find. It seemed that the foul concoction had done its job. Never once did she find another mouse alive.
She kept thinking about the little runt kitten, all grey stripped and pretty dark blue eyes. She kept thinking about it so much that by evening, she cleaned herself up and went to the nearest pet store. She was in luck.
There near the back of the cage was a little kitten just like the small one she saw in the barn, only alive. Being small, it was being picked on by the others. However she was full of spirit, and sharp claws with a keen accuracy already developed, no doubt, from the abuse the others were giving. A larger black kitten would swipe at the grey kitten two, three and four times before landing a paw to fur. The grey one only missed as much as the other could hit. Her hiss was demonic in nature.
"Well, well, well... we've a little kitty from hell. Good for you. Give those bullies the little what for they deserve. I'll take her." she told the attendant.
The attendant promptly put on protective gloves and peeled the little gray kitten from off the black one's back.
"Kitty from hell is about right. She has some spirit, though. Lots of personality. I've always been partial to the runts myself."
Then the attendant handed the squirming, hissing and swiping little kitten to Sha'uri, who grasped her quickly and held her close and firm. Sha'uri cringed at the little claws digging into her chest, but she spoke to her soothingly and kept her immobile for a time. Surprisingly, the kitten calmed after a moment and began to pur, slowly easing her claws from Sha'uri's flesh.
Sha'uri gave a big "O" sigh of relief and nodded to the attendant.
"That'll be 25 Silver crowns then."
Sha'uri added some fish, a mouse and some water to the list before she paid the total price and headed back to the school.
"Sabre.... I'll name you Sabre like the keen thin sword design for accuracy and grace. "
All was fine until she entered the school. And then Sabre, the demon kitty from hell suddenly went from calm and purry into a frenzied little hissing squirming ball of furr. Sha'uri lost her gasp and Sabre went running for places unknown, down the hall and around a corner........
"Sabre!" And there went Sha'uri after her...........
The place had a morbid stench about it, as if a pile of mice were laying around some where, decaying. Using a cantrip to sweep up the excess debris at one end, she moved to the other to move the heavy stuff.
As she was shifting a rather large box from the wall, Sha'uri nearly lost her lunch from the wave of stench released by the move. There was a pile, but not of just mice. A momma cat and three kittens lay there quite dead.
She examined them carefully using a stick to move them. They weren't dead more then a few days. Some of the mice showed signs of teeth marks, lending to their partial consumption and various times of death over the course of a few weeks. Obviously, the cat ate the mice.
When detecting for disease and poisons, Sha'uri found the truth of it. Some of the mice, the more recently dead, were poisoned and the cat ate them after giving birth to her kittens. It was all rather depressing but Sha'uri doubled her efforts to clean out the forge area, the stables and barnes for any and all poisons she could find. It seemed that the foul concoction had done its job. Never once did she find another mouse alive.
She kept thinking about the little runt kitten, all grey stripped and pretty dark blue eyes. She kept thinking about it so much that by evening, she cleaned herself up and went to the nearest pet store. She was in luck.
There near the back of the cage was a little kitten just like the small one she saw in the barn, only alive. Being small, it was being picked on by the others. However she was full of spirit, and sharp claws with a keen accuracy already developed, no doubt, from the abuse the others were giving. A larger black kitten would swipe at the grey kitten two, three and four times before landing a paw to fur. The grey one only missed as much as the other could hit. Her hiss was demonic in nature.
"Well, well, well... we've a little kitty from hell. Good for you. Give those bullies the little what for they deserve. I'll take her." she told the attendant.
The attendant promptly put on protective gloves and peeled the little gray kitten from off the black one's back.
"Kitty from hell is about right. She has some spirit, though. Lots of personality. I've always been partial to the runts myself."
Then the attendant handed the squirming, hissing and swiping little kitten to Sha'uri, who grasped her quickly and held her close and firm. Sha'uri cringed at the little claws digging into her chest, but she spoke to her soothingly and kept her immobile for a time. Surprisingly, the kitten calmed after a moment and began to pur, slowly easing her claws from Sha'uri's flesh.
Sha'uri gave a big "O" sigh of relief and nodded to the attendant.
"That'll be 25 Silver crowns then."
Sha'uri added some fish, a mouse and some water to the list before she paid the total price and headed back to the school.
"Sabre.... I'll name you Sabre like the keen thin sword design for accuracy and grace. "
All was fine until she entered the school. And then Sabre, the demon kitty from hell suddenly went from calm and purry into a frenzied little hissing squirming ball of furr. Sha'uri lost her gasp and Sabre went running for places unknown, down the hall and around a corner........
"Sabre!" And there went Sha'uri after her...........