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?]

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[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....]