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'Blacky' watches Merle for a moment, giving a small amused sound before replying.

Feline;

Swift gives a tiny sigh and looks to the door, making sure it's firmly closed before holiding up a finger to Merle and closing her eyes. With a small smile she shifts form, quickly becoming a small black cat with sleek fur and an expression that seem to say 'see?'

Blacky makes a small sad and scared sound at the news.

Feline:

With a sad sound and a shake of her head she backs away a little.

Feline:

Blacky makes a surprised sound at the question before recomposing herself.

Feline:

Curiously she watches the male, intrigued by him.

Purring softly Blacky lapped at the cream, only stopping as the scent of another cat reaches her nostrils. Tensing up she stands, waiting to see whether she'll be defending or sharing her cream. Looking straight at the male cat and his strange pause she tilts her head to one side "Murr?"

"Murr?" Blacky purrs out at the mention of cream, tilting her head, her tail swishes from side to side, suddenly a very wellbehaved young cat.

...Glares...

"Hiss!"

Karrin quickly adds the rain water to the tub then carefully adds hot water. Karrin is careful to keep the water warm but not hot, knowing that most living things couldn't stand the same sort of heat she can, and Karrin keeps a close eye on her cat for signs of distress.

Karrin quickly washes Blacky, drowning out the wet cat's yowls with her own singing, and poor Darroth might be left to wonder which sound is worse.

Yowl! Splash! Claw & Scratch!

"...and a tub or sink to wash her in."

Blacky tensed and dug her claws into Karrin a little at this, she wasn't as morbidly afeared of baths as most cats but at the same time she hated feeling drowned and having her fur messed up by being scrubbed at too much. She was a good cat, she needed stroking with a light soft washcloth.

Blacky looks dubiously at the sink and then back up at Karrin, her expression distinctly disapproving. A small irritated string of murring sounds escapes her.

Feline:

"Blacky! Where have you been?" Karrin asks as she picks up her soiled kitty cat. Then Karrin catches a whiff of the poor grubby thing. "Pee-u! What have you been into? Oh gods you stink. Guys I think Blacky got into the sewer or something. I better give you a good wash. No way you're going to track that through the inn."

Karrin immediately dashes into the inn to find something to clean her pet with.

Blacky gives an upset mew and nuzzles against Karrin's hand, doing her best to look as pitiful as possible as she really wants a good clean and doesn't feel like doing it herself.

Feeling suddenly even more filthy now she's out of the sewer Blacky picks up her pace, wanting to get back to the Silver Rose. Hoping that Karrin will be there she rushes onwards, it was always better to get someone else to clean you, especially as she really doesn't want to lick herself right now, or even scrub at herself in her humanoid form.

Having had more than enough of the stench of death and sewage Blacky scarpers up the stairs, the streets of any part of Sigil being slightly preferencial over anywhere called 'Deadtown'

Blacky twitches, hopping from paw to paw as she looks over her options. Sense says follow the elf, he'll probably lead to some sort of exit, unless he lives down here. Curiousity on the other paw demands that one of the more interesting looking passageways be followed. Promising herself that she'll return for an explore later she continues to pad after Vidession.

'Coool' the little cat can't help but think, such things fascinate her when she's not trapped in them. Making a note of the location and the method of opening the portal she waits a little while for the footsteps to fade away before slinking off, hunting for the nearest exit, all the while trying to remember her route so she can come back.

Blacky edges slowly forwards getting as close as she can without giving away her hiding place, wanting to see more of this portal and where it leads, new planes are always fun even if they're full of dodgy dead things.

Perception (1d20+6=18) (Extra +2 to spot = 20 spot)

Stealth (1d20+9=25) (+8 Hide = 33)

Swift is currently lodged in a pile of flotsam deep in Sigil's sewers. Once she makes it back to the surface I would imagine she can rendezvous with the others, assuming she gets out in a timely fashion.

She'll get to the others if she doesn't get distracted by other stuff! Also apologies again for my lameness in posting Saturday was GenCon & yesterday was recovery time :P

Intrigued by the carvings the small cat decides that hopping across the flotsam to those is the first order of business, she already stinks and knows she'll need to wash countless times before feeling all pretty and sleek again. Plus, she made that much chaos in front of Skrint! It was all enough to make her want to bash her little kitty skull against a wall. Instead she pushes forward in an attempt to sate her curiousity.

Acrobatics (1d20+13=15)

Wrinkling her little nose Blacky surges forwards and into the stinky bleakness of the sewer, for once actually starting to regret her impulsive nature.

Sorry, hopefully my posting will improve when I clear this coldy ill thing

Giving a small curious sound Swift can't help but be annoyed as she misses bits of the conversation and it abruptly comes to an end. Quickly she scurries out of the way of the door and finds the best hiding place she can so she can continue her listening in to the intriguing words of both Sage and the halfling.

Hide (1d20+17=34)

Giving an annoyed little meow Swift presses herself as closely as she can to the closed door, her little ears giving an occasional curious flick.

Perception (1d20+6=21)

Half tempted to be lazy and yowl or knock something over to attract Greep's attention the troublesome tibbit only just resists and instead starts to pad through the fog on the hunt for her companion.

Perception (1d20+8=26)

Torn between the opportunity to spy a little more, and morbidly curious as to what would happen if she followed to the outlands again and actually tried to run the risk of following the gobbos this time it takes the young tibbit a moment to remember she has a group to report back to. 'Besides,' she tells herself 'salt and goblins are boring'

Her mind made up she slinks off after the goblin and through the door, certain he's too distracted with his salt to spot her.

Stealth (1d20+9=21)
Acrobatics (1d20+13=21)

Quickly following through the portal the black cat scrambles for a good hiding place once through only just avoiding being spotted on her trip back to the warehouse in Sigil (hopefully, you never know with portals)

More than a little relieved at the sound of the wagon the small black cat keeps herself hidden, silently cursing how long it's taken and that she has very little to report considering her long absence. Irritating goblins. Clinging to the shadows of the cave she watches them closely for a moment before quickly following them on swift, agile paws.

Perception (1d20+8=19)
Stealth (1d20+9=17)
Acrobatics (1d20+13=30)

Realising she has pushed her luck to it's limits already Blacky sulkily watches the goblins leave. Taking a moment she looks around the area around the mouth of the cave trying her hardest to gain some sort of clue as to where she might be.

Perception (1d20+6=25) (+2 to spot)
Knowledge: Planes (1d20=17)

After she's had a look around she slinks back into the cave and tries to work out if she has a way to get back without using the amulet. If not she finds herself a hiding spot and waits.

I didn't think I'd make the rolls but Swift really is the embodiment of 'curiosity killed the cat' she just can't help herself so I had to try!

Obviously intrigued the small black cat slinks after the goblins, trying to keep an eye on the goblin that has a chain around his neck especially, hoping to memorize any distinctive details about that on in particular and maybe spot what he has around his neck.

Stealth (1d20+9=21) (+8 to hide)
Perception (1d20+6=13) +2 to spot

Shifting her weight from paw to paw Blacky weighs up the practicalities of the situation. She knows she could get trapped somewhere unpleasant but at the same time curiousity burns at her senses. Running low on time she runs on instinct and makes a mad dash to follow the goblins. Trying to cling to whatever shadows she can she almost doesn't manage to catch up.

Acrobatics (1d20+13=15)
Stealth (1d20+9=28)

Swift makes an agile, if a little frantic dash for the open door. Sure making a run in was risky, but she knows she needs to find out more about these goblins. Her small feline body tense she holds her breath as she quickly squeezes through the gap in the door and finds herself a good spot to watch the goblins inside from.

Acrobatics (1d20+13=22)
Stealth (1d20+9=22) (extra +8 to hide)

Curiousity overwhelming the young tibbit she pauses for a brief moment before pressing onwards and attempting to get inside the warehouse. The small black cat clings to the shadows and keeps an eye out for an easy way in where she wouldn't have much chance of being spotted.

Blacky carefully looks around, ensuring nobody is watching before resuming her humanoid form. Quickly and gracefully shifting before knocking on Edwin's door.

The small soft cat stays curled up beside Emelia as a comforting presence for a while as she thinks through her options, giving the occasional quiet purr or mew for the girl's benefit.

'What would Skrint do? He's always so calm and collected' she silently ponders 'Or Edwin... EDWIN! That's it!'

Hopping up again she lightly licks her little friends arm and gives another meow, a small goodbye before darting off to leave through the razorvine.

The angular Mr. Sage berates young Emelia for neglecting her duties, admonishes her that bad little girls end up being eaten by monsters, then disappears back into the shadowy recesses of the crumbling red-stone tenement.

Emelia turns to her washboard and begins to scrub the grey laundry once again. Blacky/Bunnykins can see the sparkle of tears standing in her small eyes.

Mewing sadly the small cat rushes over to the small girl, only able to offer a small amount of comfort in her current form. Keeping an eye out for the dark, and frankly infuriating, Mr. Sage she curls up next to Emelia. Her whiskers twitching she nuzzles the girl.

After the briefest of moments her mind begins to wander, thinking up plans to get the girl away from this life. Wide, amber eyes surveying her enviroment she appraises their surroundings trying to work out the best way to sneak a child out.

The small cat skitters away and dives for a good hiding place with a small angry hiss in Mr. Sage's direction. Her tail twitching angrily from side to side she watches the tall man through narrowed amber eyes, this really was no life for such a sweet child, Emelia needed freedom she's sure of it.

Crouching low to the ground she watches the pair of humanoids with an angry 'murr' sound. Claws digging into the ground beneath her she waits patiently, biding her time and trying to come up with plans to help the young girl, at least a little.

'Bunnykins' purrs gently in greeting as she nuzzles the girl. Curiousity starting to overwhelm her she lightly licks Emelia's hand in a comforting, caring manner. Normally a very selfish creature the feline somehow can't help but worry about the poor girl's wellbeing.

"Mew?" She ventures, her tone almost questioning, praying Emelia is in a mood to share her feelings.

Blacky hisses at the dog and hops up onto a tabletop to get out of the canine's reach. Certain she's out of reach of the drooly kibble-breath she sits and lightly grooms herself, wanting to make sure none of the mutt's stench got on her.

A dog would make a fine familer

*Hiss!*

Decision made, I have however picked a lot of the suggested kitty names as aliases for her cat form, she's adopted other people in the past and has had several kitty names over the years!

*Looks confused by all the name suggestions*

....

*tries to amalgamate them all into one super-awesome kitty name*

"Oh she's so cute!" Karrin cries, "would you like a saucer of milk?" she asks the cat, "would you? Oh yes you would!"

With another purr the kitty lightly licks Karrin's hand. "Murrr..."

'Mwahaha.. like shooting fish in a barrel.. Oooh! Fish' She thinks with a happy little expression.

Swift nuzzles against Karrin and purrs loudly. "Mew?" She intones as she looks around with wide 'innocent' eyes.