[ A hero, huh... God, if only Charles knew how wrong that estimation was. If only he could remember how the Cat much prefers the safety of his throne to putting any real effort in to showing active heroism. Even his help was second hand, merely giving Crystal the tools she needed to take Esther down, not getting his own paws dirty even for a moment... It twists in him, the same way it's been twisting since the boys left Port Townsend, since he's been up keeping the little spot of flowers out by the library erected in memory of Edwin's respectful little friend...
He can't even lie and agree with Charles, so he says nothing. ]
All cats in Port Townsend, domestic size only.
[ It's kind of endearing to have Charles so excited about him. Edwin was curious, but never curious enough to ask, and the Cat was never brave enough to tell him all that much unprompted. This is kind of sweet, the way Charles seems infinitely impressed by even the slightest show of power, like an infant seeing a magic card trick for the first time. Like an eager puppy. Playfully, he summons some purple fire in his palm, and in the smoke rises the shape of a domestic cat walking calmly along in midair. He lets it dwindle there, idly doing cat things while he continues to explain. ]
Larger cats have their own hierarchy, but we still have mutual respect. And some areas of rule are bigger, some are smaller. A state, a town, a city... It depends on the King, and how they choose to rule it. [ He snaps his fingers, and the little magic trick dissipates into the air. ] For example, The Cat Monarch of London is an asshole, and if you ever meet him, you can tell him that from me.
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He can't even lie and agree with Charles, so he says nothing. ]
All cats in Port Townsend, domestic size only.
[ It's kind of endearing to have Charles so excited about him. Edwin was curious, but never curious enough to ask, and the Cat was never brave enough to tell him all that much unprompted. This is kind of sweet, the way Charles seems infinitely impressed by even the slightest show of power, like an infant seeing a magic card trick for the first time. Like an eager puppy. Playfully, he summons some purple fire in his palm, and in the smoke rises the shape of a domestic cat walking calmly along in midair. He lets it dwindle there, idly doing cat things while he continues to explain. ]
Larger cats have their own hierarchy, but we still have mutual respect. And some areas of rule are bigger, some are smaller. A state, a town, a city... It depends on the King, and how they choose to rule it. [ He snaps his fingers, and the little magic trick dissipates into the air. ] For example, The Cat Monarch of London is an asshole, and if you ever meet him, you can tell him that from me.