[She doesn’t get taken to a suit and given directions on how to use the console. Why would she? She’s a cat. Cats don’t know how to use communications equipment. Cats can’t talk either. At least, that’s what most people think.
So when she’s escorted out the palace, she sets out into the street, wending her way through the crowd and trying to resist the urge to take out some of her irritation on the more obnoxious passersby. When she unexpectedly catches the scent of her partner, her mood lifts and her pace quickens. Along the way, her desire to be reunited turns into something a little more playful, a little more honest in an expression of her irritation at being separated, and she stalks him as she might particularly large prey.
She gains a little height as she nears him, getting up on a wall and inching ever closer. Once in range, when she’s so close she can practically reach out a paw and touch him, she springs, pouncing toward his back.]
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So when she’s escorted out the palace, she sets out into the street, wending her way through the crowd and trying to resist the urge to take out some of her irritation on the more obnoxious passersby. When she unexpectedly catches the scent of her partner, her mood lifts and her pace quickens. Along the way, her desire to be reunited turns into something a little more playful, a little more honest in an expression of her irritation at being separated, and she stalks him as she might particularly large prey.
She gains a little height as she nears him, getting up on a wall and inching ever closer. Once in range, when she’s so close she can practically reach out a paw and touch him, she springs, pouncing toward his back.]