[It's a wise choice not to pity him; Mogget would not appreciate such a response. Silence is golden and he's content to lie beside his strange companion... until they're interrupted.
He can move very quickly when he wants to. Mogget leaps up, backing away with his hackles raised. He is not wearing that flower crown again. No. Not happening. Rather than waste his energy giving the witch a piece of his mind (much as he'd like to), he hisses and runs for it, a white flash of fur that soon disappears beyond the firelight and into the field beyond. That leaves the startled witch alone with Guenièvre, whom she promptly blames for scaring the poor kitty off.
As for Mogget, he's tucked himself away in a long patch of grass just outside of the firelight's reach. He won't return to Guenièvre but if she wants to she could find him.]
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He can move very quickly when he wants to. Mogget leaps up, backing away with his hackles raised. He is not wearing that flower crown again. No. Not happening. Rather than waste his energy giving the witch a piece of his mind (much as he'd like to), he hisses and runs for it, a white flash of fur that soon disappears beyond the firelight and into the field beyond. That leaves the startled witch alone with Guenièvre, whom she promptly blames for scaring the poor kitty off.
As for Mogget, he's tucked himself away in a long patch of grass just outside of the firelight's reach. He won't return to Guenièvre but if she wants to she could find him.]