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Also I might go with the old age thing...
I mean sure it's got human smarts.
But the poor thing also has the lifespan of a typical domestic feline. And he'd be 16 by now.
That's two years over the normal lifespan of a domestic tom-cat. So he's pushing it, I just might have her wake up, and find him curled up next to her, cold and dead.I might just have my improved familiar be (until I am able to find a new one) the ghost of her old one.
Or you have that cat stolen, and over a course of a few adventures, have pieces sent to/left behind for the PC!
Before the Ooze-mage classes, my Character had a dog as a familiar.
With the Ooze-mage advancement, unlocking the new upgraded Familiar, I had the B~&+* turned into an Elven Woman (divine reward from some deity, can't remember the specifics) who became a cohort and later my character's wife.
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Ew.
Your familiar notices your wandering eye and philandering Feat selection...
You thought you had a crow familiar but in all actuality it was a mockingbird. The realization of this is happens when you are being actually mocked by your familiar. Considering yourself a higher life form than your familiar and that you aren't going to take it anymore you kill your familiar.
...life mocks you by giving you a new familiar which is superior to the last. Care to continue to test your fate?
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You thought you had a crow familiar but in all actuality it was a mockingbird. The realization of this is happens when you are being actually mocked by your familiar. Considering yourself a higher life form than your familiar and that you aren't going to take it anymore you kill your familiar.
...life mocks you by giving you a new familiar which is superior to the last. Care to continue to test your fate?
It's a 16 year old tomcat
Shoved in a glass jar, sealed, shaken and thrown off a cliff. Schrödinger's drop.
Never surrender to bandits that hate familiars!
It's a 16 year old tomcat
Actually it wasn't. It was a mockingbird. You just thought it was a tomcat this whole time because it made such a convincing tomcat sound. Plus it has ranks in disguise. Trust me, I know. Your familiar has been talking to me and told me that it's ranks in perception have allowed it to pickup on conversations you didn't think it was listening to. It wants to break up with you before you break up with it. Expect a letter from his barrister shortly. Just hope the letter doesn't say, "Guess what I memorized today."
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It is not unknown for cats to wander away when their time is coming. An especially intelligent cat would know when its end day is coming.
Your familiar can wander away in the night. The next morning when you awake, you do not feel the empathic link with your cat. Perhaps you search, perhaps you wait, but after a few days you feel a sense of loss in your soul. You know that your friend has passed on. You grief, you remember, you get closure.
A week later, with reagants at hand, you perform the ritual, hoping to get a new familiar as loyal and caring as the last.
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So the party was adventuring in a half-drowned ancient old temple, lost to the ages. We walk down a dark corridor and spot a ruined stone door, far too heavy to move manually. There is also a small, tiny hole in the base of the stonework. A hole so small that only my familiar could fit through.
The party all turn to glare at my monkey familiar. I gulp, take the monkey off my shoulder and place it at the hole. It turns to me, uncertainly. I pat it on the back and encourage it to venture through.
Empathic connection with the familiar starts.
"Caution." says the GM, beginning to smile evilly.
"What does he feel now?" I ask, nervously.
"Curiousity."
"Caution."
"Caution."
"FEAR."
"Panic!"
"Panic!"
"PAIN!"
"PAIN!"
"You feel a rip through your psyche as your familiar dies."
We later found the alternative entrance to that room. My poor dead monkey familiar was in the jaws of a Naga.
NEVER FORGIVE, NEVER FORGET.
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The Empathic link goes both ways.
He knows what you are planning.
You wake in the morning of your ritual to find him gone. You reach across your link and feel an overwhelming sense of loss, and unrequited love. You recognise your selfishness and try to call him back. But in that moment the link is broken.
You jump out of bed, frantic to start your search. But you stop.
At the foot of the bed is a single dead mouse. An offering of love that a normal house cat might give his mistress.
"I will always love you. Even when this is all I can do to show it."
