baby come back. [ She's been away for a really long time! Nepeta has never really liked the city-- the lights and smog and smells kind of give her a headache, and she can't be a cat very much with people around-- but it's where her friends are. And it's good for exploring. So, with a cheerful disregard for things like faction boundaries and unfriendly territory, she's gone out looking for something to do.
And normal greetings are kind of boring, come on.
Which is why, even if you've never met the girl, she's watching you. From the shadows, or perched in a high-up and unlikely place, prowling along and seeing how long it takes to get noticed.
If you do know her, and you're particularly slow on the uptake-- ]
--she pounces!
[ Who doesn't like full-body flying hugs? She's small (a petite girl in a too-big men's jacket and cargo pants), but she will take you down and sit on you. ]
carnival. [ With all the crazy outfits going around, she can wear her fur-- some kind of horrifyingdead animalhat that was once a mountain lion-- in public and not get stopped by anyone! She mostly keeps to the fringes of the crowd, because she likes people a lot but not all in one place, until literally anything catches her eye: an interesting outfit, a familiar face, a stand selling something that smells good.
And then she weaves right on through, probably stepping on feet and ducking elbows without notice, to have a look. She tends to pick up and examine things that don't belong to her, or deliberate for a long time over food before losing interest. Vendors hate her. ]
jail. [ There was a really good reason why she had to transform, okay, and no one saw it, so this is all a really annoying overreaction. It worked out fine! No one got hurt! She didn't even get to claw anybody!
And yet: here she is in a gross little room behind bars. It's so lame.
But apparently running around without clothing (she was trying to go back for her clothes, they just didn't listen to her) does not go as well in crowded London as the middle-of-nowhere, nature-y places she's used to. She's been given some spare clothes, which she is completely swimming in, while they wait for someone to pick her up. And they've taken away her pelt.
Cellmates will have to deal with her flopping onto the somewhat-questionable floor to squint at cracks in the walls, as though looking for mice, secret passageways, or anything less boring than this. You're welcome. ]
Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck | Hillingdon shapeshifter
[ She's been away for a really long time! Nepeta has never really liked the city-- the lights and smog and smells kind of give her a headache, and she can't be a cat very much with people around-- but it's where her friends are. And it's good for exploring. So, with a cheerful disregard for things like faction boundaries and unfriendly territory, she's gone out looking for something to do.
And normal greetings are kind of boring, come on.
Which is why, even if you've never met the girl, she's watching you. From the shadows, or perched in a high-up and unlikely place, prowling along and seeing how long it takes to get noticed.
If you do know her, and you're particularly slow on the uptake-- ]
--she pounces!
[ Who doesn't like full-body flying hugs? She's small (a petite girl in a too-big men's jacket and cargo pants), but she will take you down and sit on you. ]
carnival.
[ With all the crazy outfits going around, she can wear her fur-- some kind of horrifying dead animal hat that was once a mountain lion-- in public and not get stopped by anyone! She mostly keeps to the fringes of the crowd, because she likes people a lot but not all in one place, until literally anything catches her eye: an interesting outfit, a familiar face, a stand selling something that smells good.
And then she weaves right on through, probably stepping on feet and ducking elbows without notice, to have a look. She tends to pick up and examine things that don't belong to her, or deliberate for a long time over food before losing interest. Vendors hate her. ]
jail.
[ There was a really good reason why she had to transform, okay, and no one saw it, so this is all a really annoying overreaction. It worked out fine! No one got hurt! She didn't even get to claw anybody!
And yet: here she is in a gross little room behind bars. It's so lame.
But apparently running around without clothing (she was trying to go back for her clothes, they just didn't listen to her) does not go as well in crowded London as the middle-of-nowhere, nature-y places she's used to. She's been given some spare clothes, which she is completely swimming in, while they wait for someone to pick her up. And they've taken away her pelt.
Cellmates will have to deal with her flopping onto the somewhat-questionable floor to squint at cracks in the walls, as though looking for mice, secret passageways, or anything less boring than this. You're welcome. ]