Disciple, why you so little!?

[feralfanatic]

WHO: Disciple and whoever wishes to find her
WHERE: Disciple's Hive
WHEN: Early in the week
STYLE: I will follow
STATUS: Open

[Those close to Disciple may start to realize as time goes on, that a new curse has started, yet they have not seen or heard hide nor hair of the older oliveblooded troll.]

[Wonder where she could be?]

Comments

o7 - Fare thee well!

[feralfanatic]

[The tiny grub sputters and coos under Nepeta's ministrations. Her tiny claws reflexively grabbing into her new oliveblooded perch she had been placed on. This perch was familiar, very familiar, but her tiny mind was having trouble recalling why.]

Crrr...

[The grubs eyes are drawn to the strange blue thing adorning the head of the young troll she was in the care of. She had no idea what it was, but she wanted it, and her twinkling eyes might just give that away.]

we'll give you much cuteness to read! o/

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta coos back at her, letting her grab all she likes as she carries her over to a pile of cushions she's made to plop onto it together with her new charge.]

We'll have lots and lots of fun together, you'll see! Just like we always do, even if you're smaller now.

[Uh oh! Nepeta sees where that twinkling stare is aimed, and after a moment's hesitation she tugs her hat off, holding it within reach.]

Is this what you want?

Which is the polite way of saying this thread will give you a sugar overload.

[feralfanatic]

Cruu!

[The thing! It was the thing! The thing she wanted! The excitement is quite evident on the little grub's face as she flails her little claws forward trying to grab at it.]

cavity alert

[bestestfurrend]

[Oh goodness, as worried as Nepeta is about what a hyper little grub may do to her beloved hat, she really cannot deny Disciple anything right now, not when she's being so cute.]

Here you go...

[She places it within her little arms' grasp, using the edge of it to rub gently against Digrub's cheek so she can feel how soft it is.]

[feralfanatic]

[The thing rubbing against her cheek sets off another round of cooing, along with the eye on that side of her face closing happily. The thing was so very soft!]

Nrrr...

[Her little claws make an attempt to grab for the thing. She wanted to feel more of the very soft thing.]

[bestestfurrend]

It's pawesome, isn't it?

[She giggles and teases, holding it just out of her reach and then within it again, rubbing her underbelly with it as she cradles Digrub in her free arm.]

[feralfanatic]

[The very soft thing tickled! The grub sputters and giggles as her underbelly is rubbed by the very soft thing. Her little claws trying to grab at the thing, but her tiny giggling preventing her from really getting a hold of it.]

Nrrr! Crrueee!

[bestestfurrend]

[SHE IS SUCH A DARLING this is almost better than kittens! She drapes the hat over her like a blanket to make it easy for her to grab and, that done, she leans in to kiss Digrub's tiny grub face.]

[feralfanatic]

[Immediately The Disciple-grub starts turning that hat over and over in her claws. SHE HAD THE THING! But then the adult was distracting her, the kiss on her face shocks her away from the very soft thing, and she presses one of her claws against the Nepeta's cheek after the endearment.]

Chrrrr?

[Disciple's black eyes lock on Nepeta's. Her underdeveloped mind was working hard, This troll was familiar, so very familiar, yet should could not figure out why. Why did she seem so... so... Very soft thing? VERY SOFT THING! She had it! Her claw drops from her face and she goes back to turning it over in her claws, IT WAS WONDERFUL, AND SHE HAD IT!]

[bestestfurrend]

[sakdjal just like a kitten. Nepeta doesn't know what to do with herself with how cute Digrub is being, and for a while she lets her play with the soft fluffy hat to her heart's content, petting a little at her hair now and then.]

[feralfanatic]

[The chittering and play continues for a little while, Digrub lost in the excitement of possessing the thing.

Chchrrrr...

[But as time goes on Nepeta will notice the chittering becoming more of a rhythmic breathing, and the little claws stop fussing with Nepeta's hat. That certainly was an olive grub falling asleep in her arms.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Aww, she's tired herself out playing! She cradles her a bit more securely in her arms to keep her comfortable and warm, tucking the hat in around her like a blanket. The gentlest of purrs starts up in Nepeta's chest, hoping that Digrub will find it soothing.]

[feralfanatic]

[One last thing as she falls asleep. A name floats to her immature conscious as she is drifting off. A familiar name. Her tiny mouth works it out as best as she can as she finally drifts off completely.]

...'peta.

[bestestfurrend]

[She knows her! If Nepeta's heart hadn't melted all over her already, it does now as she curls up in a protective ball around Digrub, just like Pounce used to curl up around her.]

Love you, Mama. Sleep, I'm here.

[feralfanatic]

[And she does just that. It had already been a busy day and she was feeling a little overstimulated. Just a long rest and she would be up for more climbing and exploring. Maybe even some chewing on stuff if she can fit it into her schedule....]